Best Matins Poems

Above
cotton wool clouds
evaporate into
a sepia haze,as the sun
awakes...

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You might hear
such bells if you rise 
early to
sketch your line 
of footprints like music notes
across dewy grass....

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Skylarks Call Across Light of Morning 1-11-23  
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Skylarks Call Across Light of Morning

“Skylarks call across morning light”
After cold quiet stills laughter
In the deep shafts...

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Letter chosen "V"
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Virtuoso

Carnelian dawn reflects red sun rising,
Mirrors glow of vermillion flycatchers,
With scarlet plumage, so mesmerizing,
Dawn’s songbirds – virtuoso stature.

Flight song resounds through the still...

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"The Payload" 

The payload 
came crashing down
like rain expelled
from the fat belly 
of a ruinous pregnant cloud 
bilious with buxom promise

it came crashing down 
like...

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"The Tree Hugger and the Lost Paradise"

They called her 
the tree hugger,
her forest was full 
of trees that watched
silently, they had 
no mouth to speak,
rustling...

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Awakening Perpetually
by Odin Roark

Awakening perpetually knows well
Perfection’s tuning fork disquietude,
Its awareness that any off-key meandering
Can cloud over a caressing sunshine rising,
Sour a dawning’s gardenia fragrance.

One...

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Don your hat, grab your cape and walk with me,
let's stalk the streets, take in the frosty air
on cobbled lanes, necromancing we see
confined people of...

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I feel the warmth of early morning sun.
The blackbird, singing in the cherry tree
Entrances all with matins just begun –
Ethereal plainchant, plangent melody.

The snow-white blossom...

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Voyagers, convene thyselves to return, among us...
Caesura, crown nigh clod, a sylph unwept,
elision thy silhouette, meno thy minuet...
Thine late occurence on thee, wake of cerise...

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Father....where were you when the Jews were gassed,
and countless slaves, whipped and slashed?

Father....where are you when the child-killers roam,
forever now from mother’s home

Father....where are you...

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martins in mud cups
morning song of birds echo ~
priest saying Matins...

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I love my solitary matins,
morning excursions and incursions
toward simply divine places,
reading to hear voices from my past
Interior Landscape prophesy 
occupy BeLoved community futures.

In this sacred...

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This is a true, but amusing tale,
Hope your laughter does not fail,
'Tis a saga of a cockatoo,
Of life, he held a jaundiced view,
At the going...

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 In Paradise, in it's  grass, they dig holes.
 In which, to place the ashes of those who can pay.


The grass grows between the...

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