Best Eider Poems

HENRY THE SPIDER



                                    Henry the spider was a spy of...

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Watch how easily souls are gathered
When words are falsely spent to mock
Unfettered as if hearts so mattered
Like tossing bread crumbs from a dock.

The least of ducklings are discerning
Fooled they're not by false repast
Paddling toward a chance of earning
While food through rippled currents last.

Fear rises from...

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Draped over the land like a ghostly shroud,
a blanket of morning mist
morphs into rolling banks of fog;
soft as an eider-filled duvet.
Dawn rebukes night's claim to darkened skies;
and armed with chisels of light
sculpts ebony shadows
into shifting shapes,
sent scurrying into nooks and crevices.
Sleeping sounds slowly awaken;
giving voice...

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Yearly - for a spell - I come calling,
not unexpected.
But there are times my travel may be slow.
On such rare occasions when I’m late,
you’ll look and see the mountains’ crowns
remain uncovered,
and in the valley, meadow grasses
dance with gentle breezes,
reveling in verdancy prolonged.

Other times, I roll...

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Eider down feathers
fall down around me
like snow from the sky,
I raise my arms 
turn in a circle
and take in 
the wanton
tempest
of my fury,


A lampshade flung
against a wall,
the base cracked,
the shade torn,
the bedside table
battered and rammed
against a dresser 
like an abusive husband’s wife,


The mirror shattered 
into...

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Power to the poet, power to the muse
power to those who dont refuse
to show their emotions under the sun
    say it and sing it , a victory won
 Power to truths that must be told
    handed down from bards...

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Eider down comfort comfortably comforting 
Distant imperceptible traumas unimaginable. 
Feather pillow softly laid my head 
As under a Mother Hen's wing 
Unperturbable 
But cold wood floors shock my soulless sole 
From the foot of the bed. 
Unconsolable....

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Touching  any metal un-gloved,
Turns skin to tin, fingers on fire,
Breathing inside what’s above,
Kindles lungs to a stinging pyre.
Exhaled steam is white as a dove.
Some find refuge wearing eider attire,
But hours exposure ends the tropical cove.
After a while the icy novelty tires,
As keeping calm means...

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She descends from a summit vestibule
on powder fine as cotton down this day 
of days in porcelain chiffon and tulle.
The winter firs in frost echo the way
her snowflake peau de soie in frozen jewel 
cascades like waterfalls of ice. Tears weigh
the same as beaded pearls...

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Animals in top hats,
Ride bicycles en road,
Spoked wheels and pedaled spats,
Round about, in ornamental spode. 

Animals in monocles,
Spectate in obeisance,
Cuffed by inked chronicle:
Renascence-linked complacence.

Animals in Model Ts,
Toot along en route,
To queue below burlesque marquee,
Bloating bruit by gloat and brute. 

Animals in suits,
Sustained by entree manner,
Tasting...

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I hear the words. In autumn's silent verse
lie anapestic wafts of falling leaves
with golden syllables both bright and terse,
the crimson pluck of summer as it grieves

its loss of verdant shimmer.  In the wake
of crisp and subtle gusts the florid blades
crescendo as the sunlight comes...

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At the end of the day
I go back,
Travel the moments 
Of my field-path-
Retrace the harvest
And seed
Placed as children
In eider cradles....

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You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged  trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pink plump,
Jolly kind of soft with life,
Sucked to bone. Nose to Beak.
Echoes of the mask it will soon...

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THE     DUCK   RUMBLE

Like a Bronx street cop I saw it coming  :   I could bet……
One gang protecting  its turf against another’s threat.
The mallards were well past the river-bend  just cruising,
Muscling in on eider-land ...

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Winter Wonderland

Winter wonderland, white
icing on brown cake, mister
nor’easter’s icy breath, snow-
tires spin helplessly, caught in
eider down drifts, I would
rather be in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina!
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