Kestrels Poems - Poems about Kestrels

...You, Mariana—deepest trench of my knowing I call you by name not to possess it but because it is the only prayer I have ever known how to say You are the sea—each wave not an argume......

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...Note this poem was written some time ago but I was sick and deleted my site. I have been patiently reposting my poems since 9 October 2000. On November 13, 2002. The Prestige, one of twelve ta......

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...Gluggy margarine marine grips keels Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred Strait elongates co-ordinate, pace killed Glidin......

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...He speaks for the uprooted. A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha. He who interprets the conferences of frogs, the unpublished works of kestrels and voles. He’s an advocate for the underbelly of a......

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...He speaks for the uprooted. A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha. He who interprets the conferences of frogs, the unpublished works of kestrels and voles. He’s an advocate for the underbelly of a......

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...He speaks for the uprooted. A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha. He who interprets the conferences of frogs, the unpublished works of kestrels and voles. He’s an advocate for the underbelly o......

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...Life-giving blue lake filled almost to rim Brings beauty and delight to ones full of dreams Gives plentiful to migrated Canadian geese Offers cozy homes to duck families Meditating Cranes s......

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...where the egrets perch where the petrels nest the kestrels screech wrens peep above the creek which wends then ends where the speck......

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...Keepers of the secret Knowledge, powerful men Kneel before the altar Knowing their prayers are Kisses on God’s lips. New Kingdoms come and go like Kestrels in search of food.......

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...A very special place, beautiful, magical and withdrawn, It's happy and content, never sad and forlorn, I imagine to portray it's perfection will be tough, No matter how hard I try I can't seem to ......

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...I heard the owl call my name, like a backbeat in a child's voice, etched in shadows of a father's grave, lonely echoes on a frosted night... at dawn I'll be immortal again, renewed by a work......

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...Destination A historical place But these Gettysburg landings A place of race The signals our droids To the Kestrels they return For their cargo on board To them will be, infinitive burn ......

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...Squadron assembled Trojans and droids Three sisters their target Null to void Atmosphere entered Red to grey glow As we near earths terrain Red rivers flow Cities on fire Civilisation ......

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...Somewhere beside the myrtle rose blooming white By nutgrass overgrown, a palm tree sways in soft moonlight Like an angel from the throne, and somewhere there In your long forgotten bed sleep your ......

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