Best Congregating Poems

Adrift upon the ocean  
bob a bunch of resting birds.
What is it that they call themselves?
A flock or school or herd?

Could it be this...

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Dug deep down inside
and pulled out the memory file
about being a child
with my family for
a rare outing at Jones Beach,
we were all there with
my Moms...

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What to photograph first?
My yard is a haven for every color of flower.
There are mushrooms, and worn out stumps, and renegade violets.
There is Queen Anne’s...

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I was an elementary school teacher, with dreaming eyes to the rosy future,
Like the emerald, cherry blossom season, arriving later rather than sooner.

As a creative...

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Morning dew lets
drip essential
waters, the active
ripples drop,
landing, working
with the melting
ponds, to release
surface tension 
The callings of
chirping birds,
resonating
pleasantries to ears
everywhere, fervent
life, the eager
promise of things to
come...

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Black Birds 
Congregating
In the dead of night
Stealthy midnight chatter
outside my window pane
No singing to my ears 
Just constant rain
Thunder crackling
The children have left
Just the plots...

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Rock paper scissors, 
Wizards of utopian flavored wizardry, exquisitely triumphs in every gamble beyond these doors, 
Flawless tangled reversed reflections, remain forever forbidden to thoughtless...

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How silent lies a lone ghost ship
that lists, tethered to its mooring
having run aground 
inside a dying dream, now distant. 

Unearthly selenium skies hang 
mute,...

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Pardon any absent adulation, bequeathed capitulation, devoted dedication, indiscretion, blabbering peroration, improper salutation or any unintended vexation if this unknown earthling sent a nearly identical...

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The tumultuous whirlwinds had now ceased
The roaring, nettlesome sounds have dried away
The tide is now silent
The clatters and jangles,
now dead, they are.
Far and wide, the...

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They have been playing a dirty game for years because they have nothing  of depth to share, they have been playing a dirty game...

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My grandfather
Worked hard all his life
And died
When I was 
Away.

I remember him 
Sitting in the dark
By the kitchen stove
On cold winter nights 
Rubbing his calloused...

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Sea caps, white, shadows
Fin, cutting above surface
White caps part, Great White

Herons calling out
Congregating over cove
A gaggle of clouds

Eagle soars above
Snowshoe hare, new tracks, no hare
Disguise...

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On the sandy knoll he stands, a solitary, forlorn figure gazing at the sky. It’s a clear night, and hundreds of stars shimmer like fireflies...

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In paradox with the living world,
Day breaks at dusk,
Reminiscences of the preceding night,
Lost to substance abuse induced amnesia,
Breakfast is served,
Flunitrazepam, ethanol and cannabis,
A balanced diet...

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