Best Striated Poems

One evening, much like any other
striated feathers of pinks, and deepest primrose
colored the clouds with facets of light, tapering inward
Traces of gold between each color, as deep and clear as the sages

The red sun overhead, had grown weary with seasons,
and did not seem to notice...

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The horizon cuts straight, long, hard
silently declining less than a degree

like toys across a cartoon’s one frame stillness
a small yacht rocks like a child’s boat
a helicopter putters, a small jet silently
bellies over the sea thundering suddenly
against a graded blue sky
children flying a kite
a plummeting twisting...

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painted desert lay before them
hills with rings of gold and amber clay
few plants, scarce water
just a coyote or roadrunner

on horseback they rode
dreaming of hidden gold
saddlebags filled with mining tools
but not one nugget of treasure

badlands had not been kind to them
but determination still burned
another excavation, another...

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The tangled sadness of souls lost 
Between Heaven and Earth, 
Eternally on their way, 
Lifting upwards, 
Soaring, 
Climbing. 
Only to feel the ground’s pull, 
The unseen ropes. 
Trapped in intermediation. 

They have left us without leaving, 
Departed without arriving, 
No sweet Lethe for them, 
No...

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Stepping over the threshold
Locating the floor buttons
I press the 3rd floor

~ my brain images still flashing ~

Disfigured long flames curl around
Cherished memories-

Dry spruce branches smoking and crackling
Glowing coals cooking steaks in a fire
Above the crashing waves on the North Shore
Of Lake Superior with mom and...

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in the bright light of day you appeared...
a gilded angel with falcon wings,
you rose up out of the desert sands 
and your gentle beauty struck me dumb - 
sending a tremor through my soul...

marvelling, pretending an air of studied uncaring 
i watched you through a...

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Red Eastern Screech Owl



Ginger moonlighter, striated 
in cinnamon spice and cream,
beautifies the stage with backdrop
of an ebony-stream horizon.
He perches alone 
like a sculpture carved from 	
bark. Glossed in ginger, sparkling eyes 
penetrate darkness in golden amber 
gaze. Spiced wing-span drapes into sky, 
as small creatures...

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As rain clouds clear striated blue
And sun streaks write their names once more
Upon dawn meadows tranquil green
And all along the distant shore,
On far horizons dappled white
The morning creeps across the sea
On scattered wings of silver lace
That bring the song so close to me.

And every kind...

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Open my eyes on a bloodshot morning
The champion strains his leash
He's howling in pain, but he's howling in vain
The lights on Love Street are red
Tension mounts in my flesh
The rigidity of perplexed anguish 
Turgid in my purple soldier's head
Veins popping, striated muscle pink and warm
I...

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Five in the morning
Orange and red glow in the east
A new day is born

A single rain drop
Looks to be the final straw
Now the flood begins

Albuquerque view
Volcanoes on the mesa
Since the age of time

Once green and growing
Now brown and brittle and free
A Tumbleweed's life

With long floppy...

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Dawn a new day is breaking
Open my eyes to the beauty
As the Roosters, Cardinals, and Doves eyes open
Tiny crescent moon relishing in its appearing

Birds sweep across the pale-blue morning sky
To the beat of coo-coo-coo
As the Doves communicate to their love

Striated clouds greet the sun
Sun takes...

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We laughed at each other’s jokes
not more than a full moon passed. 
On a slick surface, half-smiles crack
a wintry face. My soul abandons
breath in a lifeless bird’s nest
unsteady on a teetering limb.
Under bare trees, my roots
tangle in decay. Nearby, 
February dips a toe into warm
streams...

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striated full moon
reminds me of the blood moon
imperfect beauty


11/6/14
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A line of striated cobalt clouds
Lies across the rising sun
Colors separate the image
Magenta so much fun

A yellow illumination
Above the cobalt blue
Revealing early morning's fog
And trees damp with dew

Wispy clouds dance ballerina moves
Mourning Dove's sing love's tune
Roosters rejoice at a new day
Glad the sun arrived so...

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Dream again in this timeless land
Of beauty, nature created
By wind and rain and scouring sand
Eroding the sandstone plateau
To orange and black striated 
Bee-hive domes, enduringly slow

Nature’s eternal beauty unveiled 
Soar high above with eagle’s eyes
To comprehend and be regaled
By this majestic mystery
Where no man’s foot...

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