Long Eyrie Poems

BUSHFIRE
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In the May-time of my life
time bloomed each day a prickly boll –
but I, like the softest cotton within such a sharp seed  
swaddled in the purity of security 
for what seemed like eternity...

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I possess an unusual knack for making women bristle

hence immediately this birdman
wishes to escape into his eyrie
or seriously considers joining a nunnery
mainly for the less common slang definition
cuz yes, “nunnery” 
sometimes used ironically to refer...

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In my New York suburb, I’m mildly fond
Of Helvellyn Road, and Gracemere pond
But the original Helvellyn called...  
Ravenglass too, even the name enthralled.
Of Lake poets, I eagerly read
And I found what Alfred Wainright once...

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1. A satellite on me is so superfluous
b’cos even without it, you’ll see my flaws
my new adulthood on your eyes is a sty
as my every late night makes you pray and cry
anytime my rebellion faces...

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Tim was nineteen years old, getting ready to go to university,
His parents had organised his accommodation 
A house for students, roomy, very near to outskirts of city,
His friends shared all costs, ready for their future...

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This is the second half, read part one before this

...This life was unlike others, not ripe, not light
We curs't them, 'stood not their mutual blight
There was a strange ambience, a UV map
of Pyrrhic love, a...

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Municipal Bills and Elon Musk

Driving down from my eyrie, I write to sound learned while the extent of my education was as a cook in the merchant navy and often thrown ashore in mystic harbors...

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I gazed upon the mighty ocean waves
and gasped at their startling potent power.
Their crashing on the rugged rocks below,
it gave me pause to stop and think of Him.

Christ’s face before me gave me goodly cheer.

I...

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Ode To Poets

Poets have vivid imaginations because their minds work differently.
They see things others don’t, with an understanding that goes deeper.
They bare words on paper smudged by tears of pain and laughter,
And to see one...

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Heartstone Eagles
Recounted the tales
Of the battles with the Wraiths
and their piercing screeching wails

When Eagles fell...
In to the Wraiths' hell
Blackened and burned
Such brave sacrifices , learned

The wind blew
Bitter and cold
Eagles took to the air
To find the...

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Heartstone Eagles
Recounted the tales
Of the battles with the Wraiths
and their piercing screeching wails

When Eagles fell...
In to the Wraiths' hell
Blackened and burned
Such brave sacrifices , learned

The wind blew
Bitter and cold
Eagles took to the air
To find the...

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EVERY DAY IS A NEW DAY 
Though in a dark crucible 
Cruel fate for you.
A hearth built 
And for the crow 
of the cock, with 
frail hope 
your dawn  waits. 
Disheartened though 
for your...

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During 
your 
   twirling 
soliloquy
&
    throbbing 
zeal 
   for
     endless
dalliance 
    beckon 
me 

will 
  come 
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The price of water

Driving down from Eyrie- I said that
to sound educated, I never had much schooling
and often feel inferior when asking for the price
of a packet of margarine 
I was thinking of God's existence; is...

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Eagle flying high, just a dot in the sky
I fly in to join you and circle with you
together we take delight in plummeting down
then climbing back up to float on thermals

The landscape below shows trees...

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High in the Eyrie, stone cold and stark,
Where stars peer in and walls leave a mark,
The sky is a floor and the wind is a blade,
And the edge is a whisper where brave men fade.

The...

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The chick killed its brother;
the weak have to be expelled
from the nest,
It had to be the last and the first,
the one still instinctively pecking,
still begging from the raw red mouth
to endure long enough to soar.

She...

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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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Water Bill 

Driving down from my eyrie – I only said this to 
Sound educated- I thought that since there is no proof
Of god`s existence, I have been reflecting about the man 
Or is it...

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On thermals high a golden eagle flies
Such a stunning sight in our blue skies
In Scotland we can observe them there 
But in Britain they are really really rare
Golden eagles in Scotland will remain 
Their territory...

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Branches of an oak tree bend and mourn the fall of its last acorn,
itself left wanting the warmth of chestnut leaves. Comfort in cupule.

Winter searches for mittens lost, misplaced during last year’s snow
below an eagle...

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THY KINGDOM COME

Partridge ey'd widow wailed
'Give me your life'
Pawn broker, hawkish, grunted
'Take the money and vanish'
Howling of contentious hyena
'Stop shadow games, get lost'
'A handicam', tweetering daughter
Son sneaking at late hours
Fumigating inside shut doors
Fatigue from farthest...

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Everywhere we were, we were in the mood of seeking eyrie
At times, life’s roses and prickles prerequisite no banana
The forest accommodates amazing trees and flowers pulpit
In the sun, the minds are working hard and none...

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subtitle:  And YOU called ME a birdbrain?

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