Best Outcrop Poems

...a tribute to those who gave
   their lives in the Battle Of Britain

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On high in blue and saffron flight,
a swoop, then upward soar again,
all through the day and...

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...inspired by a Dylan Thomas short story.



A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane, 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
They passed hikers. "Hey, lend us yer bikes!" they cried. 
The lads whizzed by,...

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Gray hills of impenetrable coppice draw down clouds in misty rain.
Limbs and leaves weigh down with invited teardrops that keeps their soul alive.
Forest floor whose dress adorn with verdant ferns, shrubs, and young trees.
Picturesque waterfall's resounding clamor rushes forth in abundance
and streams upon an outcrop...

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On one sultry August day
In a clearing in the woods
Within a long delay
for salvaged auto goods
Amid decaying vans, under glaring sun
High above one ant, homebound, on the run...
   Along a rugged trail
   of micro hill and dale
   Between pebbles...

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Solomly the mist drifted aimlessly,
cloaking moor and heather, the 
curlew and grouse silenced by
the haunting of a solitary piper.
Kilt clad from rocky outcrop,
the lament Land Of My Youth
echoed ridge and valley.
Beckoning the lost footsteps, 
the gillie, the baker, the bankers 
son, the urchin that raided...

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Turquoise stones and sun-bleached bones
Were strewn across the sand.
Through mid-day heat on blistered feet
The cowboy tried to stand.
They stole his horse without remorse
And then they took his boots.
They left him dry to bake and die
Without the six gun that he shoots.
He caught a glimmer of...

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A Chemical Compound
in an orderly manner.
They're found on the ground,
classified by a scanner.

An outcrop in Costa-Rica -
many of these contain Silica.
Some are even Volcanic-
explosions are quite manic.

Its just like Me and You!
Special, Unique and some blue.
Igneous, Sedimentary, Metamorphic too-
I've heard that before, like de-ja vu!

It...

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the lips of sunset 
caress teal outcrop 
damp with anticipation 
	
ever speeding up 
and illuminating every last aspect 
however reluctantly 
as it 
has to relinquish 
its grip on reality 
and find 
blessed relief 
after the day’s toil 
to rest 	

a final burst of colour 
in...

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Pardon my condor sensitivity,
	but can I be 
dead serious candid with you
Everybody look down on me,
and talk mean about me
But, in the future, they’re gonna need me 
even nuclear more
I’m nature’s finest,
best garbage collector
My critter pals,
when they get their fill of wilderness lost you
They say...

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babbling brook flows -
                                         gently...

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The Deer and the Lion

The deer climbed to the top
The hill was long and steep
At times it had to creep
The rocks would outcrop
It would not stop
It would not sleep
Its life it wanted to keep
It felt like it would drop
Yet stopping meant sure death
For the lion...

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Some pin memories delicately
and precisely like butterflies.
I, however, use railroad spikes.

This morning was spent well,
walking along a high desert trail,
close to some old railroad tracks.
My sister had shown them to me yesterday.

I am looking for signs that I was ever here before
today.
A boot print, perhaps,...

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Mount Rushmore: Carved in Stone

From deep within the Earth’s crust,
An orogeny pushes
The batholith upwards
To become “The Shrine of Democracy,”
Of weathered presidential faces
Chiseled in rock in South Dakota,
Representing 150 years of history
(From the birth of a nation
To its entry into the 20th century)
In carved images
Of Washington,...

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I travel 'long the winding track
Seeing mostly green, but a tree trunk black,
The orange and brown of a falling leaf,
It settles and nestles to a bush beneath,
A rocky outcrop where the wallabies bound,
The hidden tinklings of bellbirds sound,
A wispy fog emerging from a gorge,
Enveloping sheer...

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Joy cannot be raised as though it ride the back of a song.
It is a gift and for that we should laud the giver with praise.
The heart races into overdrive as the mind fills with wonder.
Our physical and vocal constraints suddenly are unbound.
The mind and...

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