Best Culls Poems

A swallow swoops for flitting flies
While Johnny rubs exhausted eyes
(As morning clasps the rising sun)
Confirming Captain’s day’s begun:
Slow streams emerge from melting snows -
The Merchant Ship’s in stark repose...

As Johnny frets with tingling tongue
A Vulture fleeces fields far-flung
 (Beneath a bleeding sun above),
And Captain culls...

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Rain slipped in 
 sliding on the din 
just passed dark 
 came midnight sparks
before the light of morning sun,
 spits and spats, tips and taps, 
lulls and dulls,
 sputtered mutters culls,
 on the shutters closed, 
clammy, dank, and damp, 
click-clack, stamped, 
 pitter-patter tones,
...

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The days are long and unproud, they brood...
  and please not the weary soul wearying in its wake;
  when gnashing snow and rain bite
  cold and bitter nights ---
  smite the weary traveler soul

The spray of oceans fierce, the tattered sail
...

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Salvation seeps in the mist

And as light fades
awe sings in temporal sonnets
while goldenrod flits the fields
and lavender scents joyful whispers

for here neath this shadowy creature,
Point Percee revels,
wonder dances on cobblestones
and voices are lifted beyond horizons

as this warrior of scalloped wing
and fire brand culls the night...

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A yawning gargoyle shares with me the morn.
We sit, reading the Sunday newspaper
about the world's events, mostly forlorn.
He notes how clean is his kind's ledger
compared with the blood of my people's news.
He say he lives without our illusions.
At night he culls without regard for views,
sates...

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The night was strangely hushed and cloaked
by the clouds scuttling across the silvery moon.
The breeze made the night air feel chilled,
yet her flanks were covered in sweat
as she strained, muscles quivering and chest heaving.

It had to be quick as she could hear predators
for now in...

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Voyagers, convene thyselves to return, among us...
Caesura, crown nigh clod, a sylph unwept,
elision thy silhouette, meno thy minuet...
Thine late occurence on thee, wake of cerise sand

Thou belief, like a billow, upon your whitish cheek,
'Twas marina bay, her twaddle a garb of mer,
A henchman docks, thy...

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I Just want to rest
                                  from my long migration
   ...

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I fled the kiln
of the house
where ceramic floors
bake like focaccia bread.
My haven is a bench
in the shade of an oak,
praying for a breeze.
A bevy of bees hover
over blushing jasmine 
and scarlet lilies,
dousing me with honey
in July's sticky air
as my finger
culls a drowned earwig
from my glass...

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Cool Master Lil' Miss

Shiloh's art-filled hoodie argyle,
warmly snugs young miss, save Charlie,
he rallies firm, quick briefs the term,
timely step shifts the sundial,
gray culls while golden spears briefly,
while life roams its normal lifestyle,
e'er discerning events may change,
as felled leaves crowd in a stockpile,
squashing in passing was...

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(Note: This poem is a Sonnet with Alliteration.)
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Start stereo streaming, laughter lifting locks;
Hunter hurling hooks, choice chasing chatter;
Dance distant dreaming, trouble trouncing torque;
Buddy bearing books, mind moulding matter.
Love listens lovely, play planting promptly;
Texture tussles trade, boom bulging blossoms;
Vex voice valiantly, touch textures tightly;
Flexing frenzy fades,...

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(By the time of the shooting of
"The Misfits", the Miller-Monroe
marriage was in deep trouble.
The Pansy is Montgomery Clift,
The Tusker is John Huston.)

After the Fall

It started as a mental exercise. 
I wondered if an East-Side Jew like me 
(Richard Rodgers, Brooklyn Dodgers, 
Staten Ferry, Tom and...

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'Thar she blows!' the cry goes up
a breaching whale is seen
The longboat's manned and low'red
the lookout's eyes were keen

The hunt begins, the whalers chant
the oarsmen strain and pull
The whaling ship won't turn for port
'til her holds are full

The boat seems small, the men seem weak
beside...

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Many miles away, a mammoth journey to complete
Travelling by stealth, incognito, alone by wise choice
Hazy memories of his homeland and boyhood street
Friendless these lean years, no recognition to rejoice

Mercenary factions control his vagabond life
Icelandic fjords, volcanic rocks, desert dunes attend
Flash bye and fade,  fragmented...

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What numbs the hand, and pulls the eye
is nonsense by the fancied few,
but grasp the rancor like a sty
and hold the measure further up!

No more than would I arduously cup
a multiple fit of by and by
but calm my axis, lose abrupt
and drink to honor's sought...

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