Best Roosts Poems

Trudging under frozen starlit skies
Against stiff Winters bitter blowes...
When ambling up past frosted trees
From the wooded valley down below.

As stepping into a clearing glade,
Surround ragged drifts of thinning snow,
Once Summers haze - long since forbade,
Now pale Moon beams all aglow.

For within this realm of Twilight,
Perched...

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Blue sky, glorious golden sunshine 
Elements every farmer needs.
With crops rippling in the breeze
Combine harvesters whirl into action
See them steadfastly snaking along the fields
I can hear their dull drone from morning to night
Farmhands work tirelessly to gather the harvest
Making hay whilst the sun shines
Every second...

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A brindled mountain capped with snow,
hosts paradise in its shadow.
And moss clings to the virgin rock
on ancient roosts where seabirds flock.

White waters teach Brooks how to sing
with the tinkling pitch bubbles bring.
And chuckle with a gurgling sound,
laughing out loud where rocks abound.

Gushing rivulets, spray, and...

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Like attracts like, or so they say
solitary, the sentinel stood
brown and brittle, lifeless
Its cracked surface home to many
small unfriendly, burrowing, things
corpse companions...

A raven roosts
in its pitch less, upturned arms
undeterred by the sharpness of needles
long lost to the memory
of evergreen winter,
untouched by Persephone’s bloom.

Death holds sway...

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I watch feather light snowflakes float down to the ground
they land so delicately; they hardly make any sound
by evening a blanket of wintry white is all around
The weather forecast confirms that winter is finally here

I see children having fun, I hear them whoop and cheer;
they...

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“Let`s greet everybody with love,
We know not when and in what shape
We may meet the Almighty Lord.”-By Author
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As dawn it roosts, to the early lids of my opened eyes,
Never ever has been a happy feeling pleasant comprise.
Quinquennium back I can clearly remember,
The morning’s plea scalds my thoughts like burning ember.

My blanket festooned body, on the bed it stirs & moves,
The immensity of...

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In the elm outside my window, roosts a mysterious bird.
I listened as he squawked and fluttered. This is what I heard,
"If God had given you wings, would you fly away with me?"
To have wings and fly like a bird? What a gift that would be!

He...

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With hops, pecks and scattered flights
Eating unlucky bugs and earliest worms
Bright blue eggs holding future roosts
Nests made with symetrical intricacies
Guarded postures showing orange chests
Avian state symbols in Wisconsin trees...

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Skylark roosts in oak
Singing through the smoke
Of misty clouds passing by
Music of the dawn
Shared with spotted fawn 
Pleasures that delight the eye

Skylark flies above
Crooning about love
Soaring through the gloomy morn
Sunrise beckons eyes
Twinkling at the guise
While the bird whines of a warn
	
Written on August 4th, 2014...

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  Where sets the sun again
far from the din of Port of Spain
  shadows fall on the plain.
And on that plain over I strode
when the wind its trees winnowed
  up the old Eastern Main Road

  Now in woodland D’abadie
in this land’s...

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serene turns to bloody
lullaby whipped to scream
if you've ever watched 
your mother die
you'll know what i mean

goodtimes are soon forgotten
friends just drift away
death roosts in the brain forever
i guess we're born that way

who is this diadem 
that gives then steals away
puts birthstones in our garden
then...

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Little rock hooty owl
sits stoically poised
his roost, the computer tower
atop my desk.
Mr. C.W. Hoots is his name
though he never gives a hoot
least none that I can hear
but please, just call him "Hoots"
for this is what he prefers.
His eyebrows arch perpetually
in that usual scowl
that all good...

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that day*

two score and ten
business men in leisure suits,
grandmothers with grey handkerchiefed hair 
and adolescents in gaudy glasses,
girls wearing bouffants and sweaters, 
the boys maybe ducktails with Pomade

all wrinkling their faces in disbelief - 
profound grief that it could be - 
As the week ends...

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Thinking in the,
Absence of silence.

A droplet of ink, 
Can make millions think
Thinking in the
Absence of this silence.

Silence is being answered, 
From questions that have
Never asked?

It is silence, 
You do get
Pearls of Wisdom
Thickens, be it said. 

Don't plan on being helped,
For help has gone silent
When this...

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