Best Pecks Poems

Fool of Infiniti

A wanton bird pecks at the stars
A Jester peers through crystal bars
This prison of love with rainbow hue
Illusion parts to lets you through

On...

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Do come, my love, for I insist!
Within the darkest crevices of time, we fight, we cry, I die
As vision gives us knowledge, we descend farther...

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**** Would like to preface my return, and many apologies to fellow poets who may have missed my absence. Though I did not have much...

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a noseless snowman. . . . 
the crow nearby
pecks at a carrot

for Brian Strand's '2 or 3 LINE POEM any form,any theme' Poetry Contest...

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Outside    the fall is deep and new
Tangled branches on the trees
Are bare    black    but drifted white

Survivors...

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Snow flurries are swirling faster and faster,
soon a blanket of white covers the ground,
Robin redbreast pecks at the cotoneaster -
where bright red berries still can...

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In this castle
Created in my mind
A tree,
This tree
A scar
A jagged one 
Still healing
Blood dripping
Forms a path

Two watchmen
Chipping away
Away at it's skin
Creating holes
To suck out blood
Warning...

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Get me feeling well
For, I am sick as hell
Brain orgasms and headaches rape my mind and left me thoughtlessly behind
Trying to keep the Kingdom in...

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Tapping to "The End"

The tap, tap, tapping of the keys
with the carriage thrown 
in rhythmic dings to the letters
appearing on the page. 
Each letter becoming...

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Each morning on my window sill

A little robin sits.

He stays around for a while,

Then away he flits.

Is it me he comes to see,

(Perhaps he likes...

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7/29/18





All over the road, about to wreck
One of many causes for yet another death


Too many chickens giving each other pecks
They just look and rubberneck


Person overboard,...

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Sometimes more is less – 
like, overworking a painting,
blurring the eye-feast with an
excess of dabs and strokes, a 
mix reminding me of too deeply 
breathed...

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The kitchen radio rumbles heavy drumbeat,

outside, rain pecks out its staccato

on the porch.

Stirring fragrant coffee,

I ponder doing dishes, starting laundry,

pause to glance at him.

Across from...

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When the wind blows I hear the faint sound of voices running through the trees, they speak with low tones as if they are speaking...

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Secluded Lovers Nest.
.
Alone as one in our secluded nest
Made of love to be forever together
Heart to heart and heaven blessed
Lost in the cozy moment
Giving and...

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