Long Cockcrow Poems

When you see the desolating (Emptiness or destruction) abomination (a thing that causes disgust or hatred) standing where he should not
Then those in Judea must flee to the mountains
A person on a housetop must not...

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I knew him before they shackled him to chair
I contend, none knew him better than I
He's tall, charming, quite an elegant air
An athlete lissom, a kite in the sky
What happened you asked, what so deformed...

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The rat tiptoed to the house, picks up a thread
While the soft spoken black cat is, still, in bed
Sleepy, but, she is to battle it, to win, for today
To gain her breath, in solitude, for...

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Am I fitful,
fluctuating, fluid  
thin compass waver
as I jubilantly weave
lilac tree vignettes 
that weep or chortle,
rainbow figment curtain
rashly wished upon
in grain smudge zephyr
garnet sand raw vehicle 
garden common opal 
transit sidestep
to a multiverse 
of...

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BEFORE THE COCKCROW 

late at night, struggling with my heavy eyes
On my delicate eye lids it lands , the natural sleep
It is dark, quiet , a little dry
The moment a pin drop sounds loud like...

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And            You
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Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing”
That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking”
I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lady in Waiting”

Let’s party! exclaimed...

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Assertive rage can compel a dart to strike viciously.
Bitterness is a sequel to releasing mutual animosity.
Contain your vexation, despite if you are incited callously.
Don't yell; you consider no idea how others feel wimpy.
Enkindling your day:...

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Sunday cockcrow nascent
aural essays reveal
laissez-faire raptures.
Enigmatic silken piece compost ushered in by
trenchant trademark tremulous signature.
Doe-eyed instrumentalist’s strident brass ensemble,
wakey wakey for the pier gazing loiterer whose blasé
sashay amble’s out of kilter.
Maverick antennae on a ...

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How many springs that bloomed and withered like flowers?
How many winters that came and melted in front of me?
How many summers that burnt my skin and dried the land?
How many autumns had covered the front...

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In May—When The Nomads Migrate To The Forest-side Meadows
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Give him, a glutton, Excessive doze of the drink—
An ancient Arabian queen would give his king at bedtime
And leave to her lame lover in a den.
Or if...

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Great is his faithfulness;
his mercies begin afresh each morning.
Lamentations 3:23 NLT

Because of God’s tender mercy,
the morning light from heaven
is about to break upon us…
Luke 1:78 NLT

Cockcrow Releases New Story

A baby is born, in the East,
As...

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Life longed in my youth 
Longer than a century 
Full of fortitude
Fortitude unbear
Masked with resilience
But reaping failure by day 
Then comes a day 
When stride took me all a lone
In steps of defeat 
I walked...

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Dad celebrated my life, with a resounding cheer---
wishing that the great orb would always shine on me.
Mom maintained her posture, holding gently her treasure
she said, in hushed voice, “Oh yes, it will.” 

And so it...

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We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow 
 of a nascent union. 
Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers 
over the rose inside my heart,
shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire,
gliding through the...

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While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,
the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake  –
roused passions neath the sunrise pulse, the whitecaps throb and ache.

Along the crests crawl...

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At cockcrow, I head down to the river, forsaking my little log cabin situated in the dense forest till dusk, which was strongly built by my endemic hands. I have no compulsion for rods and...

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Moon Over the Vines

Like a yellow balloon hanging out with the clouds
Moon over the vines at first cockcrow you’d dulled 
Shadowy ribbon-like clouds chased your moonbeams away
As the dawn was breaking it beckoned a great...

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But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. The law is not against such things. Galatians 5:22-23

I BEAT UP THE SUN

The sun is finally coming up....

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A midsummer's day turned any old night,
Yet my wife, my wife was nowhere in sight.
Around the town I searched with frantic celerity,
Yearning for a glimpse of her blonde-haired gaeity.
Her friends, I spotted, her friends did...

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beneath the effulgence
of obscured moonlight
emanate shadows stalk
as i draw close
within the weakened sighs
of misted breaths
on bended knee
as pleas abate
within the confines
of dark nights

cockcrow may come
without rise
of my eyes
sanguine skies
blushed against
pale skin
as folded hands rest

fear not
for...

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SUNSET  vs'  SUNRISE 

** Sunset **
The afterglow flame 
Creeping under the cold creek 
Daylight, gone again

** Soap Dish **
Daytime TV blues
Tune in tomorrows soap box
Dramatic, dusk wind

** Evening Star **
Tired sound waves 
Waiting...

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Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure
'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
Possessing allured ala line with grandiosity and passion
Dressed like a virgin woman from ABOVE
Divine messenger? A cherub?
" NO " - An...

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Suspense creeps in with tea and crumpets, dear,
And murder, mayhem, chaos, stirred right in
—Poet Stirring Up Suspense

IT IS TIME FOR TEA

It is time for tea, a giddyup I need.
Water is boiling in the glass pot.
Sublime...

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