Best Egret Poems

I watched an egret on a pond take flight
and hid as best I could against a tree,
not moving, breathless staying out of sight.

Remembering, I close...

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Flowers have that novel effect on schism,
where the uniqueness of its design forms
compare that White Egret Orchid performs
like its namesake, chicken or the egg, ism
being...

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Knee-deep in flowing, verdant grass 
near the creek beside 
the hill,

a black carabao feeds on freedom, 
leisurely roams 
at will.

On its massive back, a delicate,...

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There’s an old river course with beginning and end,
now the river runs straight without this river bend,
where the water is still and the reeds do...

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Santa Barbara, Summer 2017

Monday
I walked on the bluffs above the sea.
Orange poppies bloom in the dunes.
I discovered
the labyrinth:
smooth stones spell the path.
Peaceful pilgrimage.

Tuesday
Walked on the...

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The river looks calm and inviting,
 a natural gift of beauty.


Waterfowl inhabit to feed and nest.
A gateway shared by creatures,
dangers hidden beneath.


The river is beautifully...

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A white S
among the reeds,
the egret
can teach me
poise and patience....

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Swamps are like places where dinosaurs roam  
shadowed by ancient moss-draped trees.        
A prehistoric world in shades...

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Now the twilight was gone 
As we arrived at little Utah inn.
At the edge of the vast prairie.

We rested well savouring the bliss
Of a quiet...

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She was a beautiful woman…his friend…her heart…simple and pure
She totally believed in miracles…he…was not so sure.

As her end of life approached…as she stood upon deaths...

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I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia...

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just. that

tired
---------------------------------------------------------

yes, bury me now
shut those eyes,
hit head on each side
to turn back time
and do the things 
I should've done,
throw
cushion
to that
wind ~   ...

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knee-deep in flowing verdant grass,
near the creek beside
the hill,


carabao slowly feeds on freedom,
leisurely roams
at will.


on its massive back, white egret,
so delicately
slow-dances,


the feathers of its slender...

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A lmost always late (unless it’s for a movie);
N ight owl though I am, I love the sun.
D imples when I smile; to dance or...

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Screwed XIV Contest
Sponsor: Rob Carmack 

Addicted...
Betrayed by my excess
Caught and restricted
Deniably distressed
Ever since that Thursday
Friday came too soon
Guilty in the worst way
Hung out under pains...

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