Long Burnt umber Poems

I hold you ...
tight to my chest
but with a concerned tenderness,
as if you are an infant
that I am shielding from a storm ...
or an angel of Valhalla -
her last breath given, ear-to-heart
for the soft-thrumming rhythm...

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The cracker crisp Maine air 
rang with the rooster’s revel.
Moving day, time to clean the hens shed.
Monstrous three story hatchery,
thousands of burnt umber; beauties a laying.

Lace edged bobby socks, red Keds, barrettes, T-shirt and short;
and...

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Dragon Anguish

Adam clenched his fists attempting to block his senses
from the growing growls that hammered against his rib cage.
The thousands of millenniums he had lived barricading his heart
from all worldly emotions.

Adam looked up at the...

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"A melody whispers through the trees in the Autumnal season.
A colorful song, a sing along, and nature's beauty is the reason."
              ...

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Under the wrought iron arch and gateway
crawling with both wild and deep red creepers
complimented by evergreens.
The fall colors are splendid.

Most of the flowers are giving way 
to the chill, and the swans are graceful and...

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a crisp chill fills the early morning air  
      dew drops periodically appear on the 
            yellowing blades...

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As the telling of the tale should go ~
lonely old ladies always have a cat
but I don't consider myself an old crow
so I'll ignore the tale ~ and that's that!

My Bella was a little homeless...

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you ...

were there, of-a-sudden ...
standing beside me
after nearly three tens of years -
right beside me
like no time had passed
as if broken hearts, new lovers and
children, and a river's tears had
not flowed downstream ...
as if those...

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Persuasion's possessive verses
'midst absolute poetic madness
surrendered in rhapsodic poesy,
poets are a tidy sum of quirky &
care zilch of external perceptions,
content to breathe 'round seduction
and unicorns' phantasmagoria
insomuch nonsense amid candor,
directionless winds 'neath allegory
'pon posies and dragon's...

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Though the necks
sighting of Ichabod Crane
humungous horror
helplessly harassing,
hellish hyena howling,
hideously hounding,
headless Halloween
hair raising happening,

regarding haunting
horseman spectre,
not due to arrive
(in gremlin, golem, and
goblin crawling theaters
everywhere in outer limits
of twilight zone),
come October thirty first

two thousand, and nineteen
divination...

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i. she will break your heart. dont get too close

ii.  watch the sunlight reflecting in her eyes. burnt umber - like a pool of gold. (get too close anyway.)

iii. hold her while she cries,...

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Turpentine waters of paranoia
  ripple beneath an opaque surface,
    merging with the burnt umber sun,
      ravenously setting
        over the...

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If I could paint November
would I paint it brown or gray,
or the deepest shade of burnt umber
to announce that Winter's on its way?
How do you paint a time of year
that left Summer far behind,
and left...

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The cracker crisp Maine air 
rang with the rooster’s revel.
Moving day, time to clean the hens shed.
Monstrous three story hatchery,
thousands of burnt umber; beauties a laying.

Lace edged, bobby socks, red Keds, 
barrettes, T-shirt and shorts;
and...

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Streaks of pallid moonlight  
wash over blood-stained  
burnt umber leaf blight.  
Glistening stainless steel remains  
within wilting noir roses  
and blistered blades of grass.  
Sickening hands shake my repose,...

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Silver eyed blackbirds from above
  and beige browned turtle doves
  stake out the yard searching in need
  between the fallen leaves for seed.
Red winged orange cardinals appear
  calm awaiting their turns...

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“Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.” 
                          ...

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The cracker crisp Maine air 
rang with the rooster’s revel.
Moving day, time to clean the hens shed.
Monstrous three story hatchery,
thousands of burnt umber; beauties a laying.

Lace edged bobby socks, red Keds, barrettes, T-shirt and short;
and...

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"I am sending you a gift of poetry, dear heart."  This one really reached out to me in its simple
  and uncluttered use of a sunrise to show God's handiwork.  I thought...

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Summer wearily sighed then softly closed her door.
For three months she lingered, and now she'd slumber
while Fall lays a carpet of leaves upon the forest floor.
Her winds gather them together,  in profuse number,
bronze, russet...

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I heard it said once
That attractive to an artist
Does not mean "pretty"
In the average sense
But more something that
Is interesting to look at
And makes you want to 
Keep looking

To him, I can look for hours
And want...

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Summer wearily sighed then softly closed her door.
For three months she lingered, and now she'd slumber
while Fall lays a carpet of leaves upon the forest floor.
Her swirling wind gathers them in abundant number,
bronze, russet and...

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... things observed, thoughts of change,
    Drawing life...subjective sketch of charcoal.
    If only she’ll be still, wild and strange.

    The tilt of chin, may one rearrange?
...

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Bunny On The Run

A precise touch with thin wet brush of subtle multicolored paints
Whites, burnt umber and a dash of reds on nature’s landscape   
An artist focused on the clock’s gentle stroke at...

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(Reviewed by a snooty correspondent)

November dons her coats of warm terries,
tans, a few ochres, but surely not bright.
(Except for sneaky, red-coated berries,
peeking from bushes, agrin with delight.)

November's dress: pretty dull, never shines.
We prefer October's boisterous...

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