Long Eider Poems

You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged  trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pink plump,
Jolly kind of soft with life,
Sucked to...

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The radiant shine leaves your aurora
dimming ever so quickly,
as in northern regions you are—borealis 
falling into the southernmost Sahara 
negative gradients descend—australis
The gloss of moral sanction 
The glitter of a social butterfly
The prism of a...

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Nails and planks for the eye flat-packed easy to assemble

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I hear the words. In autumn's silent verse
lie anapestic wafts of falling leaves
with golden syllables both bright and terse,
the crimson pluck of summer as it grieves

its loss of verdant shimmer.  In the wake
of crisp...

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THE     DUCK   RUMBLE

Like a Bronx street cop I saw it coming  :   I could bet……
One gang protecting  its turf against another’s threat.
The mallards were well...

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I have seen pictures of friends on Alaska cruise,
The Denali landscape looked so stark, no hues.
No frozen or floating icebergs, no polar bears catching the fish,
The caribou stood alone, in the waning forest, a solemn...

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Animals in top hats,
Ride bicycles en road,
Spoked wheels and pedaled spats,
Round about, in ornamental spode. 

Animals in monocles,
Spectate in obeisance,
Cuffed by inked chronicle:
Renascence-linked complacence.

Animals in Model Ts,
Toot along en route,
To queue below burlesque marquee,
Bloating bruit...

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Ring the tiny silver bell
that's the way that he can tell
when a visitor arrives
trying hard to stay alive

  Grandpa smokes his pipe at noon
says "You're here,and none too soon!"
claps you on your scrawny spine
"Come...

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By criss-cross catalysis,
Pillaged from memory—from pill.
Paralysis of analysis:
Stuck inside, and outside still.

Eyes locked,
No sign,
Neck straight, head cocked,
Eye-socket lined,
Long curved spine.

Focus inside outer locus,
A junk of mental hocus-pocus. 
Bogus begs the beggar be,
Rather than fathomed,
Of withered...

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Yearly - for a spell - I come calling,
not unexpected.
But there are times my travel may be slow.
On such rare occasions when I’m late,
you’ll look and see the mountains’ crowns
remain uncovered,
and in the valley, meadow...

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Eider down feathers
fall down around me
like snow from the sky,
I raise my arms 
turn in a circle
and take in 
the wanton
tempest
of my fury,


A lampshade flung
against a wall,
the base cracked,
the shade torn,
the bedside table
battered and rammed
against...

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Power to the poet, power to the muse
power to those who dont refuse
to show their emotions under the sun
    say it and sing it , a victory won
 Power to truths that...

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Watch how easily souls are gathered
When words are falsely spent to mock
Unfettered as if hearts so mattered
Like tossing bread crumbs from a dock.

The least of ducklings are discerning
Fooled they're not by false repast
Paddling toward a...

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Draped over the land like a ghostly shroud,
a blanket of morning mist
morphs into rolling banks of fog;
soft as an eider-filled duvet.
Dawn rebukes night's claim to darkened skies;
and armed with chisels of light
sculpts ebony shadows
into shifting...

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Courage Means Balls To Feather The Nest


Curled up in misery’s orbs under the duvet

Out lost cast and below even eider downs scratching

Unbelievably lost without the slightest smell of soft caress

Reason set in auto pilot in...

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She descends from a summit vestibule
on powder fine as cotton down this day 
of days in porcelain chiffon and tulle.
The winter firs in frost echo the way
her snowflake peau de soie in frozen jewel 
cascades...

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When you see blowing flowers
Know it's me who's saying hi
And as long as you see them blowing
Know it's me who hasn't said goodbye

Just know I'm always present
As the days and nights go on
For when you...

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Hope is a light by the window, it glows 
a lit torch of doting, it never dies 
Biding its time on the wings of love's throws 
its a matchstick of hope when one cries 

Hope...

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