Long Caws Poems

Again the alarm is set.

Strawberries, date squares…Yum, Yum.   

The alarm rings again. The tea party is over.

 She returns to her perch where her wings are immediately clipped by the Bald Eagle who...

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On this morning after the dogs have been fed and run       around the yard barking at the crows and squirrels as they find the morning treats I have left...

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Yes, the title says it all, says it all
I will not make a fall while I stand tall
I won’t be pushed down by gravity still
I will make sure that I am your windmill

Dementia won’t stop...

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Bring two poems is what he said. 

She chose a Personification, ‘Violin’, (the proud recipient of an International Poetry contest award), and a narrative, ‘The Rise and fall of an Empire.’ 

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A Raven greets her.

She...

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The raven knows, listen to his soundings warning,
Beware and listen to what he says, harken unto this
Messenger of death for he sees all things, be it dark or light!
Black ebonies feathered sentinel, warily watching, as
The...

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Today, this black oak forest will become my grave. 

A crow caws in the distance, but I swear it is calling my name. I have never believed in omens or curses but perhaps there are...

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I kneel to pray beneath an oak tree’s leaves,
where my journey began.
Broken limbs straggle over a patchy lawn,
a neglected place full of holes, 
shoveled from childhood memories.

I bow at the altar of the tall oak.
Days...

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The warmth no longer comes
it seems to only leave.

The furry ones, all
caught in hypnotic disbelief:
hardening ground's
taken root
where once
gardening grounds
(forsaken, mute)
were once and again
makin' fruit.

Each beast, shaking
like a leaf
(though, truth be told
I've only ever 
seen 'em...

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The armies they are massing:
They line and ring every shore, every strand bristling with 
The deadliest of weapons;
The tocsin should be sounded, 
And every cannon is round at its bore.
Fires rage unchecked and unopposed throughout the 
Entire world,...

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Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul...

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Volga – 4

to the homoeopathy phial
standing on the traffic-island 
why it appears 
within her womb
the number of germinated nights
stolen without a kiss
is too little

is then it true 
if all the chanting of Harinam
can’t be withdrawn...

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In Boo Land ...

Every gagged mouth is covered 
by a grave reeker hand
Raven black-cloaked, vomit foul specter
maniacally sob laughing
Someone’s been tilting the tomb bottles again,
tipping thru the Pet Sematary growling 

Inflicting fear is the feral...

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The pin oak leaves from dormant trees, 
fall on this crisp autumn morn,
as I paint the scene of an artist’s dream;
in my mind this landscapes born.
The patch work green is this valleys scene,
with broken squares...

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I hear a whine, I hear a call
I thought I was asleep
I'm sleeping no more

I hear a cry, I hear a pain
I can't just sit by, I can't just remain
Through the window pane, through the...

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LVI Elapsed October 17th's Bore Witness To A Girl Born With True Grit

Tuss ben big goo me newt to write
and how though trite
thine complex edifice immersed in spite
which doth nobody any good RIGHT
hence hie exerted...

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12 BARS

Twelve  brazen bars, one frozen lock!
Confined, sublime, an ancient Roc
endures inside a barren cage,
her catacomb in sundown sage.

Of former days there is no trace
except displays of fallen grace –
Twelve dreams, abiding in her...

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To the gravedigger, dear sir
let the ivy grow and the rain fall in the stele
As a flower fall from Eden, I hear the angels sing
While I slightly twist and turn in the God’s acre, so...

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Farcical fancies,
Woodland rhymes,
These are not just
For bedtimes!

Farcical fancies,
Wait and see;
You’ll repeat them
Back to me!

—————

Woodpecker, really,
Won’t you hush!
By now, aren’t your
Brains all mush?

Woodpecker, silly,
Watch your head!
If I did that,
I’d be dead!

—————

Polliwog, Bullfrog,
Here’s a joke
It’s so bad,
You’ll...

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Something else? Or is it just a question?
In every language, in every nation, nearly everyone                    ...

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Nationwide Insurance twas on my side yay
cuz, earlier this July forth
     two thousand eighteen ja way
windows closed, doors locked, and

     car keys visibly splayed
   ...

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How glue me: On lacking sticktoitiveness

Most of my iv + Lix spittle existence
found me figuratively
(primarily academically, emotionally,
psychologically, sexually, socially...) adrift,
and malfunctioning blinker
analogous to a boat
without courtesy picture
an appalling Cap'n Ahab
ankh caws away!

aimlessly bobbing - treading...

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So you're stuck on 15-down for the name of a barren of mules!
Groups of creatures...

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He heard the crows, 

morning-cawing-crows,

morning-language-cawing-crows. 

There was for him, 

always, uncertainty in the cawing, 

an uncertainty he couldn’t hear,

though he tried for most of his life. 

There was brotherhood, yes, brotherhood— 

an association-brotherhood, a knowing,...

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Drivel in a puddle
Cried my tears
The bowl is dry
The water is a wonder we all need there is no why
The water is life 
The life is for the all
We can not keep our pigeon read
We...

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The bones of a forest are stripped clean by the ocean and strewn on her shores.  The sun-bleached wooden cemetery leaves a somber impression on the morning scavenger of shells, who meanders in the...

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