Best Squadrons Poems

THE MEADOW

Spread
Neath umbilical sky
On nutrient Earth
She stands alone this noon

Surrounding woods
Mountains
Distant structures
Seem to encase the lush green plot
Have taken on a sunny sheen

Then there is this peaceful babbling brook  
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"The Unlit Flame at Blue Feather’s Cross Roads"



Words these days are seldom Red
like drops of lifeless blood falling cold on a hot frying pan,
sentences are scattered, stuck in Go Nowhereland,
semi-solid, immovable coagulating gelatinous, turning dark incorrigible

They are watched silently by pale ghost squadrons
of Life’s fleeing...

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White chevron squadrons usher in spring
With squawking and honking and flapping of wings.
Their return brings a weekend to revel in fun.
The locals all love it, and hundreds more come!
But the poor migrant snow goose must be sorely perplexed;
Revered on one weekend, then slaughtered the next!...

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SCENERY  TO PAINT



Every day we  reviewed them in  parade attitude
Along the Snake River in the Tetons’ solitude,
Or at attention on the banks of  the Volga
In  the infinite taiga  -

In neat ranks along river terraces
Warm dark  firs mixed with...

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The USA is not perfect
  never has been
    never will be 

Unlike Russia, which has
  ‘no alcohol problem’ 
     ‘no civil disobedience’
        ‘no LGBTQ populace’
Not to mention no truth...

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mosquitoes mutter
against the backyard deck screens
they say let us in

kamakazie rain
drops shower on their squadrons 
that's evolution

life just comes and goes
as if of it's own accord
and the humans dream

as if tomorrow
will always be there for us
we're just one species


stan sand...

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Sam is a novice gardener who stamps on all ants
He doesn't like them near or crawling on his plants
Their Queen was angry and wanted revenge
For the ones that had fallen she wanted to avenge.

They planned to get inside and under Sam's clothes
Cover his whole body...

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Let it be that - we are simply disconnected
And all of it that was before is now neglected.
Just as in an international call
And I'll stop knowing what you whisper all
Over her right ear, 
Petting her mere
Hair. Listening to the cheerful imps 
Of your disturbing thoughts....

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"Oak" 

The guardians
stood around and 
shook their heads

great thoughts 
quivering 
from the ground, roots up, 

as if to walk 
confidently 
with great armies

yet hesitation 
was witnessed
in their waving gestures

perplexed 
and touching 
green crowns, 

there they stood 
solid, unmoving
hard headed 

in their stance, 
yet pliable, bending...

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All things that glow and move,
all things that change and pass,
I gather their delight
as in a burning-glass;
Judith Wright

The Queen's Conjurer
1.
'Given to magic and uncanny arts'
'Art mathematical' to make strange works
 Genius of movement artificial
Mechanical scarab perceived in flight
Miracles  and marvels  to rival ...

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Yet at this very moment the cathedral was crumbling
down upon the cries of foresaken refugees, 
the monastery's walls wobbling from war's wreckage, 
and as the black bursts billowed into sun drenched brutality
with the bodies of abandoned country folk
crushed in the rubble of new era ruins
Krout...

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Peace is though difficult 
Yet not impossible to uphold,
All the kings of the states 
Must remain self-concerned,
Without poking noses 
Into the affairs of others,
Curbing cupidity 
To expand the territories,
Subjugate the nations of the world,
Enforce the so-called personal visions,
And put the humanity 
Into new-fangled trials.

All the...

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"Blue Avians and the Poetic State of Mind 

post apocalypse
the mother 
sought the assistance
of Blue Avians.

when it came to 
eggs stolen from a nest
who better than to 
seek the assistance 

of those ancient
wise creatures.
they had a keen sense
of the poetic.

without speaking,
they intuitively 
understand
the misunderstood.

The Blues
shot...

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The Queen
obvious to all who dare notice,
knows no peer.
Drones rush in to orbit in frenetic
sublimation;   workers dutifully push
the floor buttons of departure
destinations,
releasing squadrons of gatherers
eager to conquer cubicles of source
data.

The Queen    with mysterious grace,
wisely chooses reproduction mates
with visionary lineal accomplishment;

handheld...

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I am Flight Sgt Ramsay Roe, and my memories have faded,  
Of my experiences in Burma, and their chronological order, 
But into my memory’s deep recesses i have dug and waded, 
Although the exact sequence of events may be in disorder. 

When i was...

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