Best Crows Poems

murders rise on nights like these
                   crows - in bushels cross   
and stitch the horizon dead
painting dusk blind 
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On a walk after the worst of the Sandy storm
I slogged down the still dampening
Green grass valley rutted between
The moldering fences of the shadowed alley. 
 
Under the low, ominously rushing, soggy gray clouds
I saw so many black birds silently
Clinging against the stiff breezes
To the...

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(A Co-worker)

Stop hatin' on me you ole crow,
Why don't you give me what you owe-
Me and that is respect you old coot,
Don't you know that I know that crows
Only pick at the best fruit,
It's as if you can see my future better than I can,
That...

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Morning ignites a murder of white crows.
roosting in the loft of spruce, maple and oak.
Preening moon and star from death's fertile dream.

Ribbons of sunlight wrapped tight, ancient scrolls.
Window ajar, enter angels donning broaches of mint.
Crows perched lightly upon honey kissed bed posts. 

In each platinum...

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Birds in broken wings
grieve through mourning eerie skies
Humming death's anthem





(Inspired by Raul's contest-Tattered Wings)
not for the contest


Charma...

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Born there in a manger, shepherds loved you dear,
Welcome exalted Savior, we feel your presence here.

You hung the stars celestial on pegs to shine at night.
And gave us Words eternal to spread an inner light.

On dusty roads you traveled and washed disciple’s feet.
You loved all...

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That amphibian skinned day
in time will soften to cotton
perhaps even a strand of silk 
with love forever entwined.

The heart pond filled with nibbling ghouls.
In time will turn to whispers of silky soothe.
just hold on for another moment.
Nothing can soil a heart forever.
Not even a cluster...

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Even the walls have ears,
And gnarly gnashing of worn out teeth.
Waiting, just waiting with bated breath
For what will surely never come.

Whisper...
   Just whisper.

Manic shadows struggling to move into the light,
Upon the walls of their own wrong judgments.

See how they run.

A bloody murder of...

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The crows know that grave symbol they attend
Their sardonic minds perceive ironic message
Stark cross of stone; their memory transcends
The centuries, to day of death but presage
When blood of one who came to make us free
Anointed timber of a scaffold tree

Image 2
29 September 2019...

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Why are swans the symbol of beauty?
Is it their nimble necks and angel wings?
Though my neck is stocky and my wings, not of heaven,
My posture is fair and I fly just as well.

Why are owls the symbol of wisdom?
Is it their trusting eyes and clever...

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The grey crows light cavern, wailing in web tavern
as lemurs juice pattern, sky from earth to Saturn....

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three crows and a hawk,
flying together
sounds like a cartoon

get your claws in this one
a sign of the times
my mind sees such things
written in the sky

on October 7th,
my birthday,
i was celebrating
in a Christian conference
with a roomful of women

hands open
praising the Lord
oblivious of happenings
in Israel

i saw baby...

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Burglars and robbers! He declared in an absolute way.
Or squirrels and crows, she said. Ready to play.
You are weird he told her.
I know she said. Flash of fur.
A squirrel ran past carrying his wallet that day.
Gave it to a crow who latched on and soon...

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I was on a plantain branch
Cra cra… Cra cra.. Craa..
She put her bangles on a rock
Glimpse of gold, shined my eyes
I took it and flew back home.

A cry of fury trembling hut,
I wonder why she made that fuss.
With a bit of twinge I shout, 
“One...

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Noble and wise watchers they be  
 ‘Homage resounds in that Melodious Crawing that their salute too the great all and Everything begins too Herald.

upward 
‘and downwards 
‘with purpose and respect ,
Ancient remembrance’s  of always dancing this new day’s magic’s too be ...

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