Best Cowled Poems

PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went with shoulders bent (the storms around me howled)
until I met a Silhouette behind a sultry smile – 
She gazed with...

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In a peculiar puny town nestled in western Massachusetts,
There lives an enchanted mansion in the Wilbraham woods,
Hidden in the hills away from the eastern city's pollutants,
Where the creme de la creme masquerades in cowled hoods.

Around the mansion there lives but only one kind of tree:
The...

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A Chinese girl I took to a nunnery

			I

I led her
Her silent leg-irons cutting into my shins
That day when the air stood still
Dry as the day perhaps on the hill
					when he spoke standing still
Drier still my words today
	of a redundant ransom of flesh:

	I’ll take you to...

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I dreamed once a future
with Mary and her long claws
suspended from a dragon body
captive and held by force field
hidden beneath a big cowled robe
saddened by a stainless steel trough
and a baby tended by robots.
Joesph busily scanned nametags
from angels misting purifiers.
The drummer boy stood by self-playing
digital...

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She stared up, intently, watching the Peruvian skies pass composedly above. She was dazed and disorganised about the steps leading her hither. Her eyes descended upon her hands, hands that were dry and sallow from the days of climbing. She clutched her fists searchingly, hoping...

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“I fear these furtive brumous depths,” the aged sailor growled,
“‘Cause nestled ‘neath these noisome reefs creep creatures cursed and cowled.

They flounder thus and, seeped in brine, patrol the waxen sea,
And when it drains in years to come, will slue ‘cross land for me.”

My eyes fixed...

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A shadowed hood
Enshrouded eyes
Sackcloth enslaving
Cowled monk smile
Shuffling....

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(If I could spit venom, this paper would hiss.)

I cant sleep,
it's dark and i can feel your memory biting
my eyes are sore with the persistence of it
weeping, rasping, clawing, grasping at my spine
(still too apathetic to grant me the bravery
to walk away and not bend...

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Recluse by dint of circumstance

Proud anonymous troglodytes 
forerunners of mine
confronted threats less horrific
than forty fifth commander in chief
of United States of America.

He/him (matted hair, ratty, scrawny, 
and tetchy ugly villain)   
scurried into dark recesses of hermitage
averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself
into the duplicitous...

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He/him (ratty, scrawny, 
and tetchy ugly villain)   
scurried into dark recesses of hermitage
averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself
into the duplicitous schemes
capitalized, glorified, popularized

courtesy vanity of *****sapiens
lest imp of the pervert 
already sacrificed as renegade
hashtagged heretic condemned 
without merciful intervention
after being duped into...

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Heretic condemned to burn at stake
reprieve eleventh hour granted clemency
commuted death penalty
criminal sentenced solitary isolation
rat infested dungeon ultimate punishment
doled out after protracted proceedings
courtesy amazing graceful puffed dragon
unwittingly delivered merciful respite.

Cowled ascetic busied himself
exotic gaseous/ liquified potions
tumbled, gurgled, bubbled...
lethal skull and crossbones
labeled mixtures especially intriguing
adept alchemist...

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of terminally opinionated snake charmers
for art's sake of course
well what else could define our course of action
when the end of unknowing
is only a mouse click away
when we'd still rather quack like a sinking duck
and bark like a toothless dog
whose manic instinct for chasing jack rabbits
ears...

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Language rots
in memories,
thoughts,
but in dreams 
above all
do lips blow
cherry O's and ah's

rolling hilltops into
milky afterbirth atmosphere
that I tumble down
quite suddenly by ear,

And in the valley pitch...
Blind visions—
Master!
Totem!
Taboo...too clear!
A knife pulled from 
ear to ear.

My tongue dries
in One breath.
There is no blood
to sop it's cracks.

Speak!
Swaying sandstone...

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I had a dream

I dreamt, a tree a dead white tree 
from a grey stone plinth
cowled men of ancient time 
around its brittle boughs unbent
Together pointing as they chant
with fingers of long grey bone
without a blink at this raven bird
and apart, apart I stood alone
And...

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Cowled Head,
             Wrapped feel,
              Skating on ice in the courtyard.
          ...

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