Dead Eyed Poems - Poems about Dead Eyed

... Night stampedes wind-horses. I edgily negotiate the sharp corners of swerving shadows. The hind hoof of a doe slaps the reflection of my startled face, the Chevy twitches, plows on -......

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...Midwinter - means transparent ice walls pressed against shrinking skin. Dead-eyed horses are revived only by the steam of their nostrils. No one predicts a beginning or an end, 'mid' is a f......

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...No one turns in their grave, so, Irene I will turn for you. I will turn this final page, turn all those love-lights out that I have kept bright for these many decades. Turn off the flow of lo......

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... “What is Past is Prologue.” The Tempest. It's the young ghosts that haunt us most. A vison of my 6-year-old self, looking up from a basement window at the gray pavement above my head. ......

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...Works of fire and thunder flower the surface of a dark river. When the rockets are dead-eyed and spent, muffled calls remain - a flap and gabble, of the peevish and ruffled. Night stumbl......

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...The grandfather on my mother's side was a cheapskate. A real cheapskate. One Christmas, he gave me a used paperback book. Something like “Jimmy Plays Baseball.” It was written for a 7 year old c......

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...The best part of a hopeless war is when it begins. Under new helmets the hapless and the brave are trained to die far away from patriotic eyes. Mothers are sacrificed to blood oaths, the ......

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...Slow flames under the blacktop, simmer-ghost rise from the sloughing road. Rubber scorches its skin shedding blackened snakes. It's a hot day, creeping turtles fill pot-holes with their ho......

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...The electric daffodils have dimmed now Orange tulips back their guest arrival, mechanical stem's,how they glisten The arcane Robina tree is stet no leaves this spring Autumn is a long way off B......

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...The moon was big and lit-up, so of course, some local dog was barking like crazy. I got up, it was half past the tic of time and way deeper than any sunken face. I was a little wasted; I ge......

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...Heroes are masked, monosyllabic but super. The rat gangs obviously are bad news and apparently loose and reprehensible, most are irredeemably dead-eyed. It's on! Action demands reaction, b......

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...Back to back we stand staring into the future. The moon loves us for it is dead-eyed and alone. Long or brief all days dwindle, while nights row us back over that vast seas we arrived from. Fac......

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...Faults draw their battle lines, fingers point to all and nowhere, the powerful seize their dishonest moments. America still has its lights on but those lights are dead-eyed, they stare like th......

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...Snow sprays off crow wings. Flurries drift like torn lace curtains over the blacktop. The porch rocking chair is draped like a madhouse ghost. Nobody is going anywhere, the side-roads are ge......

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...Up in the above roof gardens pluck air out of thoughts. Changelings run between brick walls one is dead-eyed and evermore shall not see yet it grows itself upon a dendritic tree to hear what th......

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