Best Cowl Poems

death's cowl shadows the soul's release
rising up to meet its maker
as all mortal ties to life cease
 
birth is counterbalanced by death
for we must experience...

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Death, I'm told to be frightened of you,
you should be one of my greatest fears.
But you'll come no matter what I do,
followed by abject anguish...

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A solo pilot, lost in snow,
in a jagged mountain pass.
His eyes are trained upon each tree,
and the shape of each crevasse…
In an open-cockpit time machine,
the...

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When I was young, I wanted to run away to the circus.  Then one day I realized the circus was life!  Are we...

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“And the stars falling cold,
And the smell of hay in the snow, and the far owl
Warning among the folds, and the frozen hold
Flocked with the...

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Cows bellow, low, heads between rails
such large deep sad eyes, such full bags.
For whom do they await, no one home
to let them out, share out...

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My uncle’s home, had a forest nearby;
he loved animals so; left some supper scraps, outside.
It was always his generous intent to feed,
every stray, that crawled,...

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Apathy is a viper with vehement venomous fangs,
Which crunch clenches tight, imposing its poisonous pain.
Injected invectives of predatory infestations feed their dejected prey's infection;
Parasitic Succubi...

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The car and the driver were stock
and trying to outrun the clock.
They had Cowl Induction,
erectile disfunction,
a rod that departed the block....

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Once, inside o' an Irish family's Derrygoolin farmhouse in the 1940s,
A boy named Anthony heard the woman whose word is death, himself, foreseen.

When the reaper's...

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Snapping and cracking and whipping we sail.
 Sneaking and creaking and sinking t' hell.
 Black flies our banner, black as our souls,
 Black as a...

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Lacy tablecloths
Sweet music
Red ornamental vestments
Gold tapers flickering
Red bound book
A sip of wine
White cowl on red
Bowed heads, folded hands
Ruby wine sipped from chalice
Folded white linen napkin
Genuflecting...

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Silent words and invisible smiles now,
Rule the tiny world under your dark cowl, 
Teach its people to fear you, it's success!
Drain all the pus from...

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The chilled musky air torments the aging Saxon stone;
whistling through the aisles, the sound reverberating
as it sweeps along the colonnade.
Moonlight penetrates ancient glass stained windows,
initiating...

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A Chinese girl I took to a nunnery

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I led her
Her silent leg-irons cutting into my shins
That day when the air stood still
Dry as the day...

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