Best Scarecrow Poems

Blackened Crow circle
  frightened   hardly
     -plucking nightly
the fruits of her harvest

pitchforked hollow eyes watch
   behind the...

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Is the Lord just a scarecrow
     watching over my fields

   Is He no more than a guard dog
 ...

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"Scarecrow"



Worldliness 
in those 
who traverse 
poets’ 
re-edited
edited 
re-edited
thoughts;
semicolan, pause
their notes;
Mark a line
crossed black
on a 
Poet’s cross
caught still 
breeze blowing 
through
tightly tied 
forgotten
Love Knots

See there, 
an...

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golden harvest moon
    illuminates the night sky --
       a scarecrow keeps watch

9/20/16
For Catie Lindsey's Traditional Haiku...

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The falling leaves serenade and ballet 
Whilst the harvest moon slowly waves good-bye 
The sky; a straw-like yellow chardonnay 
As the "Good morning" sun rises...

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A Fantasy

There was I, forgotten in the attic.
Mannequin discarded, ready for demolition.
Cracks everywhere with some rags thrown on
Haphazardly over me like a scarecrow.
Suddenly all lights...

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Ride of the Scarecrow Clan

(To: Mittens) 

She was born in the corn on a cold misty morn,
the most beautiful cat on the farm.
(I must keep...

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Turkey's on the table, both legs up
Everything was fine, 'til I made the first cut!

The turkey unleashed a "CACKLE!", then jumped onto the floor
All you...

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Wish I was a snake slithering in the grass
     or a big black spider on a pane of glass
Or a cobweb...

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I'm an enlightened 
equinox, strolling in
faded universe, 
dreaming poetry in
susurrus serenades 
of rustling 
ruby-leaves which
whisper cool 
beamish hues
to my autumnal-
quartz heart, 
when the nucleus 
of...

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I stood on a rocky shoal, regret lingering on my mind
Its fingers traced blood-filled lines along my bare arm
as if brittle veins in leaves, fallen...

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I, a salty scarecrow, roam the shoreline
          The moon melts soft like butter on the reach
...

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It was quite a party at the old Spooks house,
to a spooktactular Samba they bobbed and bounced.
with skeletons banging their big ox-bone drums,
and the pumpkins...

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I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.

I worked...

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Refrain:
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall...

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