Best Keening Poems

'I love you' moistens on your lips
          I watch it, breathless, as it drips
  ...

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The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard 
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with...

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~  For Dad - some heroes don't wear a cape - I miss you dearly.  ~


     there stood upon...

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I dreamt my mother mourned a broken doll,
porcelain, sad brown eyes, and five feet tall.

Entombed it in the finest place she could,
a cottage encircled by...

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in the bright light of day you appeared...
a gilded angel with falcon wings,
you rose up out of the desert sands 
and your gentle beauty struck...

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Siren,

your fluid
hymn lures
me past tense 
gray gulls

who eye me, 
anxious 
for my safe
return

They circle,
keening...

and the tide
moves to
free me of
      ...

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Lay me gently down on a cold wint’ry day,
While the fireplace sparkles and blue flames rise
A day when the sun shines not to brighten, nay
Snow...

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So many voices, some pulling, others pushing, one spearing.
I feel the spear, and know she will not stop until I acknowledge her
What is it? 
What...

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All tidy and neat, smelling apple sweet
Life pranced forward in an amazingly great way
Then there was a hiccup, a screech, a slap 
Or something else...

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“Mindgames, Figs and a Dictionary”


Have you ever wondered 
where you’d be 
if there were absolutely no 
dictionaries?

You could make up almost any word
and give it...

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Under the wrought iron arch and gateway
crawling with both wild and deep red creepers
complimented by evergreens.
The fall colors are splendid.

Most of the flowers are giving...

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"If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired." -- Anton Chekhov


Chekhov...

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Perfumed memories drift
across a sensuous universe
delivered sotto voce:  Smell
of morning mist, me into you,
you into black coffee
wearing your silk caftan
as through an open window
city...

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Sharp piercing pains
rendered me breathless
I double over,
crouching low like a panther.
Fire, searing fiery fire
leaped at my sides,
licking my backside.
I groan and writhe,
growl and curse!

only the...

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Not a flag was unfurled,
and no cornet trilled,
as the rain-swollen clouds,
the bleak valley filled.
 
The wind blowing cold
with a chill that pervades
as the caisson's old...

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