Best Pylon Poems

For over 300 years there I stood happy and all alone,
Reaching out in all directions for this was truly known,
Admired by many a generation and all their eyeing folk,
I am that single and magnificently handsome ageing oak,
But now the darkness truly has no shining stars...

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They gather in their buzzard nests
clustered in dry grey frazzled wastes
steel sticks to walk upon their footsteps
humming with metallic stilts
supported grid on artificial legs
their crude utilitarian structure
hang in groves above the chainsaw stacks

Buzzing across the forests
as their cables saunter
their arms outstretched
quietly immobile lurking in the...

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Ten foot python log then? Well that is a mirror for the senses. First to arrive is a late morning whilst a skipping rope can traverse many waving beams. Travesty when using a pillow. Engrained in a pickle at ninety six degrees. Unfathomable by a...

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Above quercitron sand.
A solemn sky of navy-gam
Wind's relieved sigh of a day gone by
Hum's hum of dusty dusk
Rust hair fades from view.
Metal mother dusky pink 
Safety
Eburneon
Carnelian
And finally
Gamboge...

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