Long Byre Poems

The bones of winter cracked the ice black, coal black night.
A hoary wind spits frost crystals that dazzle and blur the sight.
Boney fingers of bare deciduous wood, scratch against the eaves
as the stranger's tread crackles...

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Past unconcerned hens that distractedly 
Scratch
Under frowning protestations from the
Sheltered Lee;
Into the cloaked shadows lain across the 
Cobbled courtyard,
Behind which squats the twisted form of
The old brooding, arthritic apple tree.
Past the neat little cow-byre 
Hosed...

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It was in the early dawn of December especially       Roosters began to crow in the farmer's huts repeatedly They welcomed the first light of day indirectly.   ...

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It was an early dawn of December,                            ...

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It was a still quiet night ,children were a bed 
Lost in dreamland amid clouds and unicorns
The elders sat around the dying embers
Drinking and laughing about the days events.
They too were soon overtaken by sleep
Eyelids...

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In Chicago, Mayor RICHARD J ruled the roost DALEY for 21 years,
  Til he breathed his last, giving way to the 'next sir:'  
  A pol named MICHAEL, who was dull and...

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A Farmhouse Vale

Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale

Where the farmhouses sit all put together

There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale

Just one leery breeze that blends with the other

 

The...

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Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale
Where the farmhouses sit all put together
There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale
Just one leery breeze that blends with the other
 
The houses confine...

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Come in from the byre, Mag Hand
Sit you down there firnenst the coatstand, 
But first light the fire and
Throw on the dinner Mag Hand
Lave the Childer outside, 
ah shur look they'll be grand

D'ye mind the...

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A Chowder Of Cats

There's a chowder of cats on the corner
an exultation of larks in the sky
a troop of monkeys high in the trees
where the rhino's doth daily crash by

A pack of dogs patrolling the...

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Petrachan {Italian} Sonnet

A crash of thunder flashes through the night
while streaks of light illume the dreamer's farm.
He lies in slumber, not aware of harm,
fatigued from labor and the day's delight
of barnyard scene where roosters preen...

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WINTER JOURNEY’S END

Their calculations must have been at fault
Their instruments in need to calibrate
That wandering star’s location in the vault
Had seemed a compass true, inviolate

The auguries had all concurred to say
Event of moment in the...

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S lowly, imperceptibly, long summer days start to die,
E vening comes down, like a smile to a frown, softly as a sigh.
P atination turns to grey, suffused with rustic hue,
T ides turn and skies burn...

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