Cawing Poems - Poems about Cawing

...Since the elderly king greatly loved music, his court esteemed it, too; As sun and moon smile on myriad colors, during the butterfly revue. The king was well loved and jolly, with the que......

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...Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about birds, flowers, candles, life, death. Naptime! But my drowsiness is nixed by busybody warblers. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch ......

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...These are English translations of Issa haiku about the seasons: spring, summer, autumn, winter. Autumn wind ... She always wanted to pluck the reddest roses ?Kobayashi Issa translation by Micha......

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...crows caustic cawing polluting morning silence corn field quiet......

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...When creativity whispers in the dark, A voice both foreign and familiar, I wonder: who am I to answer? Who am I to shape these words into being? The blank page waits, patient as winter, While ......

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...Under the tree where the bodies hang swaying, dancing in the gelid breeze neath their rotting toes, the children sang; slow circling a boy; they taunt and tease. "It's your father and your ......

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...Something dreadful is reflected in this scene Could be she's seen death in a horrid dream, or perhaps a relapse of an affliction or addiction has left her crestfallen, in an insentient state with......

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... That life is a struggle, there's no denying when the distance between light and dark is just one misstep across the boundary line Problematic for mankind since time began Prompted by the remin......

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...Comma, the crabby crow, was a curious bird He collected aluminum, kind of absurd Necklaces were swooped up in his beak His cawing was louder than most bird speak He was always moving, stomping ......

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...What's worse than a malicious master of manipulation? Two who join together to play Pin the Tail on their prey Continuously and clamorously... asses love to bray Cruelty is not always physical ......

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... a crisp chill fills the early morning air dew drops periodically appear on the yellowing blades of grass as a light frost coats sh......

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...The caw of the crow, Once harsh and loud Filled the skies when they Gathered in a crowd. For fifty years Their voices not heard Untill one lone caw Returned out of the blue. It's sounds o......

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...When creativity whispers in the dark, A voice both foreign and familiar, I wonder: who am I to answer? Who am I to shape these words into being? The blank page waits, patient as winter, While ......

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...Three shiny-loving crows found a perch, and plunked their talons down Two had landed on a rusty antique pick-up truck – Tom and Town. Their cousin Lee had found a place to sit on a telephone pole. ......

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...A crow struts into a bar, it's a crow, not a native American. There's a hot wind blowing through town Texas Rangers are drinking on the job. A young beauty is busy capturing boys' hearts on her......

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