Best Monoliths Poems

{ Mystic Split Haiku }

 dew-tipped sunflowers
entice the pollen seekers
            with
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I tread between green mounds of decay
surrounded by rows of engraved stone.
Lost in thought, I lose track of the day
for I’ve seldom felt quite so...

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gentle flakes drift down
   to soften the valley floors
      while lacing the trees
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This narrow vein 
pulses in red earth
blood of thousands
meanders
through valleys barren 
a surface wounded
cries dry tears
down to Iskandariyya (1)

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May you soar on eagle wings, high above the madness of the world.
~ Jonathan Lockwood Huie


American Spirit

As eagle swoops at break of day,
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Innocent days spent on the paths of Audubon Park.
A dark silhouette trailing my steps;  a body guard
until a stick was thrown.  Black tail...

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Haiku 6/8/2016


raging waters steal
sharp edges of monoliths
acquiescence 


John G. Lawless
6/8/2016...

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...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries...

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...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries...

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Watch the sun appear
On this Solstice clear
Over Stonehenge monoliths.
Sing the sacred song
Honoring the throng
Of the ancient spirit’s gifts.

Let the sun stand still
As we feel the...

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A canvass, deep, has been composed
between red's blend with purple hues 
Cruel paths of glaciers, mighty swords
deeply carved a threshold grand
Each turn of compass, leaves...

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The grey oppresses;
surrounded by fog,
 I traverse this shadowland;
Dorothy in reverse,
stuck in this land of monochrome
Xerox grayscale in 2-D.
Hoping it is but a dream,
valiantly, I...

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Scribbling with amber-colored crayons,
time scrawls sepia on ancient rocks.
And ocher and orange canyon walls
rise above bushes wearing dust frocks.

Flora and fauna are left behind
serpentine rapids...

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Nine Eleven

Alas , oh monoliths, that once stood tall 
above the great metropolis 
that housed human souls like carnival balloons
and the children would release them...

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Sitting here at my desk
Two hundred meters above
I watch the bustle of life below.
The slow moving traffic, the crowd at lunch-time
Pedestrians at the traffic lights
Heavy...

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