Best Taloned Poems

We wander all, in feral dreams
of jagged thoughts and cryptic yearns;
a labyrinth of mirrored turns.

Along a ridge of moon stitched seams,
lie melancholic tapestries,  
unfolded in an abstract frieze. 

Subconscious angst weaves heart loomed themes
from pain sewn deep, through puerile eyes,
till daybreak’s alabaster guise. ...

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POLITICS


Propriety demands - we do not speak
Of others, either strong – or weak
Lest in the foray of the quest
Insiders, fall from grace, of safety’s nest
Take residence alongside taloned beast
Intent on making you the winner’s feast
Cloned puppets denying there are strings
Surrendering their truth to cell phone...

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Gloaming is wont to quell
the ginger smoke,
expunge the crimson flames
that surround the mill.
Lilac shadows encroach 
to cloak the hull's mossy patina.
Autumn's wild rooster,
struts its brash plumage
among fallen shingles and rotted planks
until a black hawk soars,
eclipsing feral zinnias' embers
just as calliope chimes
of a fallen carousel
disappear in...

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Summer's salty doom knocked
ruggedly as I lay on the
sheets of tormented
threats and turmoil.
Jerks at the slightest beep. 
Gasps at a faint knock. 
Soaked in muddy debts
of frauds. A muscle pull of shame, 
death's soulful companion. 
The world didn't stop cascading. 
I did. My brain froze....

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Pain in the prophecy of wings through sultry sky
Orchestrating vision, love, destiny
Emancipating the tongue to tattle tales taloned with grief
Triumphing in truth to tumult another joy
Reel all poets in, glistening on a silver sliver of string
Yearning to for a final travail, immortality on wing.

Please God,...

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting the present poésie 
Rimbaud’s Lettres du Voyant appear
of painful yesterday’s...

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What would you do then pretty lady
Should my passion turn to love
And when the eagle in my heart
Becomes the gentle dove

Do you cage the taloned beast
Before it tears the flesh
Or entwine the white dove
To sing within your breast?

Can you see the heaven
That lives above this...

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Robin of the Hoodie

Alas, resides in Sherwood Forest,
one Robin of the Hoodie.  He’s lost
amid the greenery, weeping
as sunset nears for underneath
the Hood he hides his deep
and lonely fears.  The Hoodie
no protection here amid the
bug filled darkness, nor can
it quell the eerie sounds of
hoodless...

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A Vietnam veteran and a mother 
Stand shoulder to shoulder 
Before it's patriotic domain,
Amazed at the hard stone's ability 
To accept the lost with such soft hands.
Their faces, caught in the black granite,
Merge into one.
With a secret map
Etched into the tips of their fingers,
They grope...

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Stunned I stare from a rocky shore
As eagle architects swoop and soar.
Avian aerobats stretch my mind.
Carving arcs in cerulean air
Building an aerial cathedral

Framing clear high walls across the sky
With headlong three-sixties upside down
Form gothic spandrels toward the ground
Flickering feathers turned them around
Racing sunward as a...

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Frantically, I walk on a lane of  vile secrets,
past   glared dazes  from  hooded eyes
marking me as  obsession’s target where  a quest
to  nail me  taunts  my fear :  with endless
shrieks  echoing , “ I...

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From Talkeetna by bush plane to a frozen bog 
under the white gaze of Denali.
“Snow’ll be too soft to land this afternoon,” 
our pilot says. “See you in the morning.”
He points to a wrinkle in the field of snow.
“Kroto Creek.” And then he’s gone.

Check topo...

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When first the flame, a wayward glance
        Is met in kind, as if by chance
        A timer starts, till fervor tame
  A wayward glance, when first the flame 

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Angels Of Dragons



You heralded my wing-swept thunder
with garlands annointing the ground.
Sweet petals spiraling upwards
as I stood majestic, towering over
my protected children of Earth....
mankind, it was you.

You greeted me with song, dancing, 
feasting of meat I brought when
times were lean for you.
I brought fire to your...

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AntiPoem 4
“Santo and Johnny”

(Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading)

Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass
Just oozing out their mellow electric dream sound as the
Santa Monica Pier exudes under a blue napkin of sky voices
Lifting tanned bodies aloft...

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