Long Birdbath Poems

Out in that sky, no one sleeps, not even the stars.

We are at the 24-hour late-nite diner

and they’re serving up fruit

from the plants growing out of the floor.

We watch bodies fall to the ground outside

like...

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The days were getting long, and the Fourth of July was coming up, soon.
With the City Park clean, a better raise might come, so very long over due.
The Sheriff of Crazyland was cleaning pigeon poo,...

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rain hitting the asphalt, the cracking concrete, water weaving
its way down the overpass. Residents cover up with plastic,
a conflagration of yellow light on garbage bags
hitting tree tops, branches, leaves old and new. Boughs
sagging with the...

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I miss the nuances of daily life
while weeks are frozen in this quarantine.
I miss the lost normalcy of my days
in all aspects, obvious and unseen.
I miss turning my head to read the spines
of the novels...

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for my ever so intelligent, beautiful granddaughter, Juliette

Waking in the garden, 
she was the lone bloomer out today-
Peeking from behind her petals, 
she saw a few faint sunshine rays-
Soaking in their goodness,
but wanting company-
She sang...

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I sit in the garden...

but not my usual focus:

(lush, red Lincoln
Roses, nor magpies
splashing one another,
frolicking in the
birdbath, like children
in a rubber pool, having
oceans of fun. No – 
today, not larger, 
more colorful – easily 
recognizable...

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Early in the morning, I dutifully sat down, as Dragon thoughts began to swirl.
I was entering my Utopia, as Dragon from around my legs did slowly unfurl.
I sent him out to blow bubbles, for the...

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I watch this world pass by, 
miracle after miracle, 
overcome with thoughts 
of life and death - 
heated in a buttery sky;
the air melts into far corners,
farther than my eyes can see. 
Faster, this world...

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No one at home on Valentine’s Day, our lips were already locked.
Getting used to being alone, our plans would have left you shocked.
Back from vacation, the Basement Trolls came strolling in, our night was lost.
But...

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Angular sunlight danced on the placid waters of the steel-gray  lake. Those waters damned up upon picturesque farm are for cattle and their plentiful young calves to drink. Not only one such farm along...

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I am a red bird sitting in a huge oak tree,                        ...

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A garden filled with flowers galore,                             ...

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Fred The Hawk and his wife were most frightening to behold.
No one got away from them; they were in a class so very bold.
They had Fred Junior, most frightening, first time he was around.
But he...

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The Sky is Falling

The bluebirds in the birdbath~
all were screeching today.
I had to listen very closely 
To what they had to say:
"The sky is falling, tell everyone.
We soon we all be smashed out!"
More birds came with...

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I meant to do my work today
Instead I spied a nest among the maple leaves
 where birds were singing in the trees
   and others splashing soft brown wings 
    ...

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I reckon you'll find this tale of romance less fact than fiction,
But please bear with me as I try to give it plausible depiction.
I was about half asleep, musin' on the patio the other day,
When...

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THE THIEF  

I circle you slowly,
blow in dust from the south,
I smother your nose,  
and breathe in your mouth.

I force you to strangle, 
to spit up black mash,
Stinging your tongue,  
turning lashes...

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From the deck of our cabin nestled high in the trees is a great place I maintain
to ponder the meaning of life as you sit and watch the rain.

You see each raindrop gently falling…you hear...

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Light fractures, as it filters through Jasmine
a soft splayed light on the wrinkled skin
of an old man's hands
it brings warmth to his mornings
under the vines,  wrapped and tangled overhead

Each day he shuffles to his...

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My mind freezes as a birdbath
on a chill winter night,
It cracks like glass, soon dissolves
in sun-drenching midday light.
A thought of my winter parting
completely clouds my sight,
Like morning-frosted window's veil
gives an obstructed view,
I can't hear songbirds...

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They might be dirty birdies… but of course I love them so.
Even with the birdseed scatters far across the floor.
But I doubt they’re really dirty since they crowd my birdbath so.
And with the drought outside...

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The old widower kept a tidy yard.
Bright flowers -snowball hedges,
a sparrow house and apple tree
gnomes chasing ceramic frogs
pinwheels spinning sunlight
round and round silver dreams.
He put a picket fence around his little Eden,
like an artist framing...

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i.
Evil sleeps in an orchard
not far from here.
The apples sweat him out.
Dressed as god, the Sun
watches and nods.
He bleeds for them
out of his own mouth.


A god's mask
means protection.
But in time,
he will suck them dry.


And autumn...

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Thirty feet of white picket fence,
doesn't sound that exciting.
But Oh, to see the blood red blooms,
of a Rambler at one end entwining.

In and out, it weaves its spell,
all but hiding the aged white boards.
The picket...

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PARTENZA REPRESA
POETRY
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THE BIRDS IN MY GARDEN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The birds in my garden, seasons decide.
Seasons decide. Hardened species abide,
Species abide, like sparrows, all seasons.
All seasons why? My alarm, good reasons.

A Robbin, probably more, who can tell?
More, who can...

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