Best Crouches Poems

A millstone around my neck and weight about my feet
drag me down so deeply 
that I’m being pulled toward something. . .  
something from a darkened dream - nihility -
the place to lose chagrin 
and then to taste absolutely nothing.
Tropical delights do not swim...

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A time of change awaits you, friend.
It crouches on your track.
It peeps its head round yonder bend
and knows you can’t go back.
And being time, itself it bides,
(albeit a time of change).
You cannot know how well it hides
and still be in your range!

Your path might be...

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A stealthy tiger stalks his prey
His eyes alight with cunning gleam;
And tho' the world may peaceful seem
The lissome springboks graze and play --
The danger lurks, not far away

He crouches low, his muscles taught
While calculations fill his mind
The perfect arc of force to find;
His quarry, still...

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Once I roamed through the woodlands 
With my large old shepherd companion.
We walked fearless, through redwoods and pines, 
Through vines and ferns 
To the top of the Cross mountain.
There we stood gazing out over the hills
Covered with sage and lavender,
Over the tops of homes cream...

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I awoke the next day, with a soft smile,
Not awakened by the screeching and the moaning of the demons beside,
But of the intense breathing of my collaborator,
Crouching above me, glaring me down with eyes abhorred
Though in a flash, the fury in his reptilian pupils disintegrated
Into...

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a small child
crouches
quiet
eyes taken
curious sight
brow creases
in question
 
it a new thing
these pink shapes
on earthy brown
face
fingers
backs of hands
throat
breasts
half covered
the same
familiar
patterned dress

she child
soft traces
them
on toes
tops of feet
calves
where flame's flowers
seared skin
pink thin

knees 
knelt down 
in plea
in prayer
kept brown

strange
new tattoos
alien
yet not unearthly

she
small
prods
lashless lids
pats
proud cheekbones
insistent
bows her head
dark hair 
falls forward
silk...

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Imagination's leap,
has come to a sudden halt.
He crouches his dreams
on an altar of skinned knees.

Weary of his travels,
calloused hands soothe a calloused foot.
As he momentarily ponders,
his heritage of great pain. 



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Inspired by Michelangelo's Crouching Boy...

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Blinking away the last vestiges of slumber,
the cub takes a few tentative steps,
her paws sinking into the soft,
loamy soil.
With each cautious movement,
she pauses,
her small nose twitching,
as she samples the myriad of scents,
that permeate the forest.
The world beyond the den,
is a wondrous tapestry of sights,
sounds, and...

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Written: October 22, 2023 For Brian Stand Contest
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Lonesome
gorgeous tree
almost standing straight
I discovered the splendor there
decorative branches is wonderful
can the candied sticks be in a pristine state?
seems as if an old sled had...

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"STRONG"



A child finds strength 
in the holding of his hand
The Beatitudes in his mind 
repetition 8 times cast
whispers the loneliness
in a Man -

Who held his hand?

Like Bede, venerable,
he's counting beads dropping 
like blood drops, 
steel hard, cracking marble floors
like lightening rods 
it’s understood daily -

Before...

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He crouches behind a false wall…hoping, praying,
Listening carefully to the commotion outside.
A knock on the door, another, two more!
They kick the door in and storm inside.
 
Men with rifles, boys with guns,
Searching, preying, abducting, killing,
They turn over the table and kick over a few chairs,
As...

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Night has fallen
dark and deep
creatures stir that had been asleep.

A light from passing cars flash into the dark
yellow eyes peer from the night
a scurrying movement catches the eye
then all is lost under the darken sky.

One of our furry friends goes on a hunt
looking for a...

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Hear the whispering voices of our tribal ancestors,
Echoing against the rough rock skin of Chacoan Canyon,
Telling the outsider white devils, that this is sacred ground,
Do not dare to tread here, for your own salvation's sake,
Lies at risk.
Can't these intruders hear, the rattling bones of the...

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Yellow day lilies -- succulent tall stalks --
quiet, cultivated, cool and elegant,
nestle in green, long leaves among lawns.
Wind bruises blooms tethered to their stems,
and an occasional great, gray cat
(cunning yellow eyes glinting sunlight)
crouches among them,
stalking yellow-breasted birds....

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THE HAUNTING
 
Entombed behind isolation's walled prison, a haunting 
Malice has so trapped me within, evils chamber of the forsaken.
It crouches beneath shadows shroud, its leering eyes pierce,
Through the darkness’s pitch black covenant of the night.
A pacing beast, anticipating my movements, mocking my
Feeble attempts to...

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