Hawk Eyed Poems - Poems about Hawk Eyed

...‘I’m a failed Muslim. I drink raki now,’ he says. A bottle twinkles on the upturned orange box. On the unmade bed, a punch-drunk pillow lurches in a sea of ruptured quilts. ‘I nev......

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... Eagle Swift, My Conscience Uplifts Upshifts the Swiftness, It's Blissful, My Soul Drifts Solo Drifter, I Sail The Abyss One with the Quasars, I Scratch Off The Bucket List High Born, I Soa......

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...As I sit in the bus, headed North, I chance to look to the West And I see two birds flying forth Above and beyond the very crest Of this the highest building in town, Making me wonder where they......

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...owls fly back toward the dark mice forage forward into the talons of the sun the tramp and scurry of predators and prey pass each other over a margin between light and dark at such a ......

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...Owls fly back toward the dark, mice follow the talons of an exposing sun. The tramp and scurry of predators and prey passing each other, to-and-fro. At the tree line, a small clearing of ......

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...PREDATOR AND PREY Group of about eight Dusky-toned hawk-eyed young men Dodged off the main sidewalk : Sprang into storefront Under the overhanging trees Watching intently through the ......

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...Hawk eyed bullet, lamb blood spilling garments of our fractured youth nothing remains virgin or sacred rosaries retreat to martyr tombs. Windfall for green tied politicians a spray of rainbow......

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...I got lost in a swarm of people who knew other people who thought politics were overrated, who were constantly for equal rights for every damn thing, and then there was me who was trying to......

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...I loved those trees, limbs draped in plump wild grapes, bursting with flavor on my tongue, while juice stained my fingers. Tall cottonwoods shadowed the creek where we splashed—Sis, brot......

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...Unbeknownst to me, WoodenMan enjoyed quite a cotillion of female admirers. With his rosewood dimples barely lifted in permanent bemusement, women found him adorable, though decidedly eunuch. ......

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...The nighthawk sails tonight; Encompassing a silent world Caught is, his prey in the wink of an eye Spinning and diving in swirls Across the midnight skies While he holds court with the fancied......

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