Best Lurched Poems

Ride of the Scarecrow Clan

(To: Mittens) 

She was born in the corn on a cold misty morn,
the most beautiful cat on the farm.
(I must keep...

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I’m sick of hearing from old Bill that I’m a whimpish sort of bloke,
Because I don’t care for rodeo’s and can’t relate to outback folk,
That...

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I stood on a rocky shoal, regret lingering on my mind
Its fingers traced blood-filled lines along my bare arm
as if brittle veins in leaves, fallen...

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I am very pleased to present a third collaboration with Robert Lindley,
an extraordinary poet who inspires and humbles me with his pen.

A Collaboration With Robert...

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My alarm clock was set to go off at eight
When I lurched out of bed oh heck I was late
Forgot to move on the clock...

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I went walking in the silent and stillness of winter,
     It had snowed softly on this cold, cold night;
Homes glowed from...

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I sat at the counter
drinking one too many
oblivious of those around me.
"Drowning your sorrows", she asked.
What did she know of sorrows?
"They float, you know." she...

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I. Myth

A giant, I thought, fondly,
one that brought power first;
then, too, love, always love,
then, too, justice, wisdom;
you commanded the supplications
just as surely as your gods;
I...

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Lightheaded I ambled
towards the lonely pub.
Liquor helps sometimes you know.
It burns the mind,
empties it
of niggling thoughts,
of subtle yearnings,
of ambitious aspirations.
 
There she was
redhead and flushed.
A...

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Feverish The Hex

The root of the melancholy
he has not always known,
and perhaps, with strangers
and with unknown strangeness,
he has embraced its love
and loved its hateful wounds.

He...

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In dreams
i am always lurched by soothing zephyrs
      across the lovely streets of Medina
  
   Searching thy...

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I nudged my way through the throng of women and positioned myself at the starting line—an archway of variegated pink balloons.  It was mid-October,...

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The year was 1680 and I was travelling,
            I sat in the carriage looking...

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Many years have passed on by since the 'happening' on that night.
Long before huge bigfoot feet were causing such a fright.
A humid eve and very...

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If humans chirped, chirped, chirped
What would it sound like if they burped?

Would it sound like a chirp-up?
Or like they got their leg caught in a...

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