Long Eaglets Poems

IN CELEBRATION OF BLACK HISTORY MONTH: 2025 
				
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Once again, it’s Black History Month; a time to celebrate
And commemorate Blacks and those many organizations
Which have,...

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IN CELEBRATION OF BLACK HISTORY MONTH: 2025 
				
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Once again, it’s Black History Month; a time to celebrate
And commemorate Blacks and those many organizations
Which have,...

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There is an eagle flying
above a pure blue lake,
white head with a brown body,
and long feathers, proud and straight.
On its feet are long talons,
finest yellow you can find,
they’ll strike like a rattlesnake
if you give him...

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Ama you are a father 
Father my father
Whose basket of fishes
Sweetened my mother’s dishes
Whose naked feet danced
The jungle drum you drummed.

I remember
Father I still remember
Those joyous days
When like brooding hens
You employed your hands
To shield the...

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Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.

Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black...

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Route 67 may not conjure up the romanticism of famed Route 66,
Nor does it wend its way across the country or provide you any kicks.
'Tis just a winding mountain road running from Divide to Cripple...

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The lavender clouds, lowered, like a fluffy blanket
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The magnificent eagle grooms itself as a brilliant new day is born.
It flexes its mighty wings to prepare for its daily bourne.
Its beautiful plumage is gilded by the rays of the rising sun.
It will soar...

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The majestic eagle preens itself as a brilliant new day is born,
Flexing its powerful wings to prepare for its daily bourne.
The rising sun enhances its magnificent plumage.
Gentle zephyrs will uphold its wings, its flight to...

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The Touch Of The Artist

The curtains were drawn aside
I gasped with dropping jaw
Spellbound at the magnificence
Of the shimmery gigantic golden eagle 
Overpowering the stage
With massive open wings 
To fly above the clouds

The auditorium bedazzled
With its...

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The majestic eagle preens itself as a brilliant new day is born,
Flexing its lithesome wings to prepare for its daily bourne.
The rising sun enhances it exquisite gilded plumage.
Gentle zephyrs will uphold its wings, its flight...

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Flight

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A magnificent eagle flying overhead is amazing,
as is, watching their dare-devil plummeting to earth;
floating over water, feeding on salmon, and from trees gazing,
and guarding their precious eggs in deep nests till the eaglets...

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Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.

My Cabin is atop a mountain across...

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The eagle mistook me for a bunny. She swooped down and picked me up from the field, and we went soaring high in the sky, past the swing set, past the fence, past the tree...

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The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And pebbles salute
Converged in a cannon of salutation 
Swift & smooth & sharp!
Bowing near her golden wings 
All the pebbles greet 
Adoring the blackness of her beauty 
Luring...

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MIGHTY and UNAFRAID

Master wind is singing a lullaby
Luscious limbs of the trees waving up high
Outstretched are her arms reaching every heights
Swirling free on downy clouds as she flies

Skyward in air with dull sounds, dalliance
Of an...

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Personification is my favorite poem to write.
I can fly to my nest and feed my eaglets, 
or I can scare humans to death with my wolf howl.
Personification forces me to enter my subject's heart and...

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Bear witness with your presence, to when the gifted hatchlings fly, 

Outstretched wings glide, though withering,

 The seasons have overtaken me, Tis no time to say goodbye, 

Listen to the thunder, it,s clapping, imploring from...

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If you have never been in touch with a spirit animal
follow me for you have simply not paid attention
I have so many I am a walking wildlife zoo

My ultimate most powerful spirit animal is the...

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I follow my senses to the meadows
Where the eagles keep an eye out for the bunnies
I feel a kindship, knowing I am a predator also.
Their eaglets waiting, for the tasty morsel, I gulp.

For I am...

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There are many things that get to me.
I don't just have one channel;
Like the feel of silk against my skin,
Or soft, warm cotton flannel.

I love to go out riding,
Through the woods and fields, past streams.
I...

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There are many things that get to me,
I don't just have one channel;
Like the feel of silk against my skin,
Or soft, warm cotton flannel.

I love to go out riding,
Through the woods and fields, past streams.
I...

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There are many things that get to me.
I don't just have one channel;
Like the feel of silk against my skin,
Or soft, warm cotton flannel.

I love to go out riding,
Through the woods and fields, past streams.
I...

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An eyrie of bald eagles stir,
waking to the fresh morning air.
Preening and primming flight feathers
grooming each with diligent care.

Flies buzz around yesterday's scraps,
fueled by the rays of the sun.
And shifting shadows disappear,
darkness defeated, dawn has...

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