Best Feathers Poems

"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is an anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast 
I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the...

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I didn’t ask for help.
Yet someone heard
my inward crying voice
without a word.

“When the student is ready
a teacher will appear”
somehow it seems these teachers
pop up everywhere.

Their words were subtle
pointed darts
that caused me endless
fits, and starts.

There was no Hallelujah Chorus
no heraldry of trumpets din
just a presence in...

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ink through calamus
the poet feathers his art
with plumes of bird songs


8/13/2015...

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Inspired by Ink 

Hermes, Patron God of travelers in winged sandals and caduceus staff   
you claim Godspeed as you fly on and on and on   
Nike, Goddess of victory, athletic troubadour, sweet paramour 
you claim God speed as you fly on...

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When I met you in the language of lonely war
three feathers fastened to your breast breathing sore
many graves of gentlemen knew your score and the devil deigned for more,
tears you had for all times rhymes and ribs broke from crimes making aching lore,
ink of fire...

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We exist in space and time 
invisible, unseen for who we
truly are exchanging 
words for thoughts
never face-to-face
but touching just the same
vitriol tossed with the sweetness
fair barter for some form 
of kind heaven exchanging 
inclement weather
to the vestries of 
each others’ 
netherworlds 
divesting 
tar and feathers



Candide...

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Snowflake feathers
Drift down from the sky
Who fluffs these downy clouds?...

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Where have the years gone-
like soft feathers, they soon fly,
floating in the breeze of life,
fragile, wispy thoughts
to gather in, one by one;
to stroke each with loving care,
smoothing the edges
ruffled in their years of flight;
feathers of our memory.

They fly much faster
as we age; it seems to...

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Fierce
Falcon
Fortitude
Fields
Feathered
Flurries




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Sponsored by Eve Roper...

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In the intermediate zone between heaven and hell
opinions and complaints, after much moaning, may
come to be held in common.

The way a flock of chickadees
moves through the woods, cheerfully, 
each bird taking a turn on point.

All meaning must be found, here, in the middle zone, 
notwithstanding...

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In twilight's realm where...
moonbeams entwine.
There are two owls engaged...
in a contrast of minds:
A Great Horned Owl so proud and strong!
And a Great Gray Owl whis is cunning and long.

Amidst the trees their feathers shone,
"Who is the wisest?" their voices cried...

As their debate ignited, fierce and...

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We war with impunity

And weaponise such things as the 
beauty of flowers

And all for what ?

When come today we have to guard the statues and Cenotaph that commemorate our fallen heroes

Only for them to suffer in death the indignity of being treated with such contempt...

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snowy owl's feathers, 
soft and white as winter snow, 
silent sentinel…...

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My sister persuaded me for a dare
to take the cushion off grandma’s chair
and although we knew it wasn’t right
we would use it to for a pillow fight
‘We’d  better play outdoors’ I said
as Susie whacked me on the head


So we ran to play in grandpa’s...

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In life…
Whether you remain as plain toast,
Or into a soldier you are cut,
Whether you are covered in marmalade,
Or dipped into yolk from an egg cup,
In life there’s one main rule, should you fall…
Stay butter side up!...

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