Long Covey Poems

Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
 
As Blue got...

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It was the hour of their glory
harps tuned,they bravely stood strong
their path to salvation,cried for sacrifice
as a storm loomed,with their rhapsodic song.

Forced to live a life of misery
these calloused hands took many lives
but now the...

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The rule of a legend is, that it is possibly true but there is not ever enough proof,              yet I heard from...

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When I turned twelve, Dad bought me a shot gun
Thought two sons hunting with him, would be fun
My brother also got his at that age
They were Remington Wingmaster, 12 gauge

Dad had two Pointer bird dogs,...

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Grandpa Troll is a merry old soul, and a merry old soul is he.
He came from Hubby’s basement, just to be with little old me.
He brought with him a Dragon egg, that was cute as...

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The Storm

  Early in the morning mist
  When the iridescent sun-rays aglow,
  Pencil pierced through the dark cloud,
  Touching the earth in places;
  A gold like revelation,
  Suddenly! the...

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Late August evening’s high
   the sun set easing in deep and low
   loitering and hanging in the north western sky
   barely giving light to the world below.
A mix of...

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These are all ruminations that arose from a recent backpacking trip in the Ventana Wilderness


Needing to bring spiritual realities
into the press of raw humanity,
amongst the most humble
the dreamer seems visionary.


Addiction is a mirror;
if I look...

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Her glare seemed to covey her
feelings. She is uninterested or
need a script to be remotlyly
kind to him as freind.
He wished her to be more kind as
his and her's research together
could revolutionize the medical world.
What within...

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The window is open as I hear the quail say good night.  This particular covey was done feasting until the morning came again once more, awake, anew.
A cool night's breeze, pleasant enough to obtain...

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I begin as a covet, dulcet demure
pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure,
I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled 'neath narcissistic comfiture
a covey of tingles taunting the ambition you...

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The desert of El Paso, Texas is never second best.
              Several species of feathered friends choose here to build a nest
 ...

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Old Jake lived a mile or so below the falls.
He wasn’t  a hermit, or any other sect or sort.
He was just an old man; though always alone.
Well, except for the critters.
They were not remarkable,...

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High School Graduation Night, after all those years
Suit and tie, cap and gown, the long last sheep skin
After that night, we all seemed to have scattered like a covey of quail
That night we were off...

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I tottered to the bedroom window 
then, painfully, clumsily 
drew back the curtains ‘pon my today. 
At first glance
morning blinded me with wilful extravagance
reminiscent of a woman at a certain age, 
bling-ful, blinding!  

Until...

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RAIN:

Life is raining like colors shades of grey
Moron day’s passes in tray
The ray of hope vanishes away
Trying the effort to pour some light in the grey rain
No effect, every efforts in vain

The covering of every...

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Pleasantries
Money separates very friends and several dollars to a user can mean the 
difference of life and death to the holder of the money of the sugar daddy lovey 
covey they desire to get the...

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“Isn't it kind of silly to think that tearing someone else down builds you up?”
? Sean Covey, The 7 Habits Of Highly Effective Teens


She listens to the lies of resentment
Struggling with a whisper of envy
When...

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Miss Jessica Finch, the avian sleuth 
Was scratching out novels and sipping vermouth.

She lived a charmed life when she was quite young;
Her first book, “The Voyeur: Peeking Duck Hung”.

“Peacocked and Loaded,” no rivals, unequalled.
“All Bluster,...

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My shoes are glad to be here 
Because they are show offs.
With their crazy psychedelic colors
And their loud look-at-me designs.

My sweatshirt parades in the room
More reluctantly.
Large white letters speak for themselves.
Learn. Lead Succeed. Stephen Covey...

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The beauty of a well worn saddle
If only it could speak of its earlier days 
It’s wear tells a story, marred by the rub of denim on the open range
The saddle soap stain; mottled by...

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My views are unorthodox.
I have the new mind.
The earth isn't real.
The world isn't kind.
We can fix it, it's true.
We don't need a Prez.
We just need to do
whatever Brea says.
She's smarter than Einstein,
Nietzsche, Aristotle-
Her thoughts are...

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The distinguished guests arrive
And sign the book.
The prima donna,
Wearing tight slippers and a jade necklace,
Warms her voice with a few scales:
Do, Ra, Me
Do, Ra, Me

The diva sings as soulfully as a sparrow.
Her heart is bursting...

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While walking down a lovely street
A tourist looking for place to eat
I spotted a variety of pretty flowers
Of which I stared at for hours
Looking through the crape myrtles 
I spotted a very large mock turtle
Beside...

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in the garden lives a quail covey 
      they make me smile every day 

a dozen small brown speckled bodies 
of pleasing plump shape  
    ...

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