Best Spread Eagle Poems

Your feathered words arrive tickling my ears
The tip of your nose brushes
The back of my neck
My skin awakens

I have been calling you
Calling you back into my consciousness
My heart 
My soul

Speak to me.... let me hear you
Your deep voice
Your warm breath
I feel you on my cheeks

Memories...

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He had watched her for two years
patiently waiting for her to grow up.
He knew all her movements, what
made her laugh, all of her moods.

Soon now it would be time, their time
together. She would be fifteen tomorrow.
He talked to her in his mind and heard her
answering...

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Sty all your bodied waters
And libelous pretensions.
Hang leather headed juries
Beside some tethered eddies.

Drown me down
In new baptismal rivers.
Spread eagle me upon
Some granite black outcroppings.

And let my liver ribbon 
From beaks of shadowed ravens.
Let my thigh bones 
Fossil on the rocks.

Should I be buried under
When cliffs...

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I lay spread-eagle in a field orchard; 
Surrounded on four sides by long-grown, green grass
On a dry, October's noon. Nonchalant.
I watched a small squirrel climb a tree, close; 
The branches shaking violently still.
With a soft thud, a bespeckled fruit fell,
And I watched it drift past...

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Just a saggy-sad dumbfounded Basset Hound
Got claimed at the doggone-it lost puppy pound
Just hangin' out now and nosing around
Waiting for my supper to get back from town
Hooray! A dog's life for an ole' English lass

Can't hear very good, my rep's rather jaded
Sprawl out by a...

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Bought at an antiques store for a song:
unframed print #225 of 750, signed by the artist
Number III of the family name, all painters,
(presumably) Those forbears hard to discard--
"Stay Awhile" its title, hospitably captioned by
a country boy, like my father, perhaps-- posing 
beside his favorite horse...

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We drank cheap beer in a rusted out shed.
Buzzing before our 8:00AM English class.
Trying to be cool- to fit with the "Ins."
Instead, were becoming the wobbling outcasts.
Spinning further out from the golden Ins.

Ah the golden center. 
Filled with jocks, cheerleaders.
A chorus line of silver thighs...

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Acing awesome atomic axel jumps
Baffling backflips and butterfly jumps
Completing camel spins and cross strokes
Dance jumps, dance lifts and death spirals
Eclipsing extensions and edge jumping
Fearless heights for fan spirals and flying spins 
Gracefully gliding across galactic ice
High-handed hydroblading holiday headliners
Icebreaking intensity involving idealistic idols
Jagged jump jabbing...

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oh, how I loved my mother's garden
where I would run and play all day
and in the nearby forest explore with father. 
often, I would lay spread-eagle on the grass
and sometimes I would creep among shaded trees
climbing the branches to fathers horror
where I would sit...

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I was speeding down the e-way in my Chevy pick-up truck,
When I spied a person laying there and I feared that she’d been struck.

Her body was splayed spread eagle out in the middle of the road,
And people blared their horns at her as traffic around...

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His real name was Cliff...
But we called him
Cleo Van Hoppenburg,
Better known as "Uncle Cleo",
To all who did love him...
Though not quite normal of mind,
He was the center of attention,
You probably know the kind...

Favorite phrases...
"Ho, ho, ho!!!"
"Dommy (me..his nearest version to Tommy)....
Doozie Botts!!!.....
Oh, he put on...

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I wanted to age graciously,
Serene, ladylike and wise,
But I get confused and muddled
And I've come to realise

Things happen to me,
That takes me by surprise
Everything unravels before
My fading eyes.

I cannot enter a room,
Without tripping at the door
With a feeling of doom
I lay spread eagle on the...

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Abandoned soul lost in a tempestuous storm
Cascading raindrops stream down the window pane
Oblivious is she to her own mournful wailing
Leeches line up to lay claim on their investment
Darkness falls soundly, hollowing out the pit of her being
Dirty deeds done cheap cost her more than her...

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Dig if you will a hole
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The dirt on your nose tickles me
Can you help me
Can you dig a hole

Dream if you can a backyard
A field of yellow in bloom
Pugs strike curious poses
They feel the pressure
The pressure of a...

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