Lost Crow Poems

During the Civil War, money came late,
Indians starved, left to their fate.
Two braves came across a white farmer's food.
They were hungry and stressed and in...

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In the chambers of dreaming, where the night drapes itself with crow feathers,
A harbinger of the end weeps silently over the meadow towards eternal rest;
Waltz,...

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The Crow

Calling, falling cast a shadow,
Dark the pitted claw does dig, 
Diving deep inside the shallow, 
Rising above what others did.

Stark the teller of the...

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In the late evening, half past 8
I heard a noise from far away.
It was a bird, make no mistake.
I could've sworn I heard my name.
Maybe...

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A stupid question that lingers in the back of my head
Pools in my mouth, on the tip of my tongue as if I were to...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and...

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Deaths hand dealt
	fire
		flung with fury
	towards fractured souls
		that felt
	life reduced
to fragmented parts

Crows feet
	walked on strange places
		following
	a lost trail
		leading
	from a desert oasis
		weathering
	its sand
		burning
them as they wept

Eyes
	pouring
		a river...

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Like the Zues to Prometheous 
You’ve gifted me a cruel fate
My heart is torn, my love you hate.
A crow greets me to eat my heart,
For...

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Mrs. Barnaby Crow has lost her husband’s toe.
She saved it from his coffin deep in the snow.
Wore it as a key chain, it had a...

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As though treasure lost
Cuckoo chirps in rhyme hiccups 
Eggs lay in crow’s nest
She knows crow will care her chicks 
For mother, every child’s hers

Does cuckoo...

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The Tale of the Smoke Crow

His wings were made from those he'd burned.
A crow of smoke, without true form.
A thief of sorts, who sought to...

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I am a crow.
And I refused to eat the flesh. 
I am a dissident
And now my feathers
Will never be black again.

I am a crow.
And I...

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On hallowed ground behind the etched-stone marker
roses, withered, shriveled, disturbed by crows,
now unwillingly tumble and scatter to the after
like wisps of nothingness colliding with the...

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"Black Crow Mojo"



I walk within my Cave of Dreams
Labyrinths that forever wind and turn
Deeper I journey inwards and evermore inwards
Keeping close the keys to secret...

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Old Crow

Old crow
Tired and lazy' against the day
Dark skies
Lost in blacks and whites and grays
Howling north wind
Sure takes a man's fight away

Wastelands,
A dreamer's home on...

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