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 feathered colony  
is a band or horde at best
No screeches, calls or gaggling,
they don’t brood or crowd or nest

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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 picnic basket,
just in case we got hungry,
we'd eat one of her special treats,
My Mom didn't like the water
and especially the...

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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 teacher, I was so popular, as children were my pearled world,
Like the blooming cloud covered expanse, where spicy wind's lately...

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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 lace, and prairie golden rod, and honeysuckle.
There are tiny red berries, and there is moss of the greenest green.
The sky...

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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 
The good morning sun
evaporates people's
resentment, feelings
over three months of
abandonment, making
it up with a return 

Ceremonious 
Rich with golden
beams 
A father...

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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 
And leaves scurrying
 the wind swirling
Upwards almost 
Telling me look up
Refusing I tell myself
It can't be 
just hallucinations
The oval mirror...

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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, limp and discordant
absent of air, breathing death. 

I drift alone in an ominous ocean
devoid of water
hovering in a vacuum of...

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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 mentors, 
A cursed emotional seesaw bleeds and wrestles each end hardcore, 
Roaring and agitated amassing vacillating backwards tripped out cognition...

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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 drumming sounds, ululations...
For the happiness, peace and calamity, found again
All is being born again.

The sky is blue
The dark-dark, huge, cumbersome...

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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 message. He over-looked a small number of errors and hoped that this version accepted as the most satisfactory to me.

Oh...

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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 for year, without conscience,  love or fear. They make counterfeit claims, the commit fraud that is wrapped up in...

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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 hands
Over and over again
Not saying a word 
To anyone
Listening to the voices on the outside
Whistling in the winter wind.

Once I...

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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 of whiteness...

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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 pinned to the firmament. His eyes fix on one of them, a twinkling pinpoint near the center that seems to...

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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 of solid, liquid and gas,
Like a decaying carcass,
The remnant of the prior nights hunt, 
Lays naked and lifeless,
Inebriated by debauchery,
Only...

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