Long Forages Poems

Humans not meant to dwell in caves
Drowned out,
No inherited inhabitants 
Mother black bear's in rage

suckling on the land of mass construction
Dry and toxic is it's tit
Oh no more!
No natural function 

Seduced seducing men mock
Abyssal in...

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My Carolyn and I, on Plymouth Hoe we stand
To leave this shire of Devon, to far distant lands
Our desire to leave, and this change in our lives
There's a future out there, for me and my...

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Hither, Hi, Ho, Fairies Down Below


Hither, hi, ho, fairies down below.
They flit, they flee, from bush to tree,
Flying swiftly, leaping lightly,
Chattering, tinkling, always sprightly.

By day they can laugh and play.
But at night comes worry and...

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Written: August 14, 2023
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Today's man, a vessel of desire,
Feeds his body with mutant foods,
Yet hunger deeper, his soul afire,
Cravings are what incite the wildest moods.

In today's world, he falls into a sea of abounds 
Consuming without...

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I
Cattle Egrets have lifted my Spirits
Here in Ft. Beaufort, dirty, not dirt
BY choice, folk in small spaces
Hide from Civilization, national mandates
On Environmental Courtesies and Policies
But these birds survive and thrive
While feces flow from poor piping...

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thorns on freesia

she questions with cinderella's origin,
she sweeps and seeks love in forages.
the rising charity lasts until the tenth floor,
when you are to occupy the first, you'll be pleading for more.


to cut the numbers after...

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As he wears his golden crown
He forages frantically.
The goldcrest alights, he touches down.
He wears his crown magnitoquently.
"Fee hee hee" he chirps rapidly

A spider, the goldcrest consumed;
From its web he had plucked it away.
His excited search...

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Two souls bound together,
Withheld a world apart,
No leather strap or tether,
Yet, a single tear from the smart.

Two streams flowing to a river,
Gently trickling away,
Eroding with tantric shiver,
Silently cutting the glacier away.

Two clocks quietly ticking past,
Arms...

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An old lady and her milk can breaks the dawn
Traversing the Topsy Turfy curves with muscles and brawn
Tired and hopeful she rests for a while at the crossroad
Moves to the town by carrying her load

Her...

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Sacred Lake Titicaca

High atop the Andes, between Bolivia and Peru,
sits the birthplace of the Incas, sacred Lake Titicaca.
A powerhouse of nature through and through,
it was created by the Inca god of the lake, Viracocha.

A treetop...

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Warmth,

The other side has called
her winter's finally born
the geese are flying east
the pain has left her mark

X's no longer stay
they just go
as the hurt 
forages on
and eats their own

too much 
it's too much

burning darkened soot
pulling...

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They are under the hedge, the elderly,
the silver whiskered. Threadbare possums,
frail chipmunks. The feeble,
squeezed into narrow parts of the day.

Her apartment is hedged in.
Her telephone is black, silent and Bakelite.

A groundhog comes out to gaze...

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There is such a beauty in  d e c a y i n g  flowers,
charm, allure and splendor in summer showers.

Murmuring in the fields and my drooping garden,
oh, a sweet melody of ...

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She did not recall those nightly forages
 Those midnight snacks had packed on the pounds
 From her eating habits she couldn't disengage
She needs to solve the mystery of those midnight rounds

 Her husband was suspicious...

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Remission

  The living  soft  redwoods rose up into the furthest skies
  Rough dark brown and grey pines stood like warriors nearby 

  The roads are always wrapped in blue and...

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Candy Cotton Sky.
.
Snow white wisps of cotton candy
Patches of vivid blue peeking through
The yarning sun awoken by joyful pleasant bird song  
As a gentle warming breeze Stirs the pretty flowers
Kissed by moisten droplets of...

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When the potter started to clay
out of wisdom,moulded in stages
 light,separating night from day
 and within time perfected all pages.

A thing of time and patience
 blesses the shoulders of the wise 
and the trueness of...

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They are under the hedge, the elderly,
the silver whiskered. Threadbare possums,
frail chipmunks. The feeble,
squeezed into narrow parts of the day.

Her apartment is hedged in.
Her telephone is a blank land line.
The television is deaf.

A groundhog comes...

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The Stellaluna story, in verse.*

Hanging upside down
on a tiny tree limb,
she sleeps in daylight
with wings folded in.

No feathers on this one;
just fur, soft as down.
With wings spread wide,
she searches the ground.

Nocturnal, she forages
to assuage her...

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Once  two hearts entwined into one
Body and soul drunken embrace fusion
Sunshine and starry skies we couldn't ignore
On wings we use to soar
Fly forever and never fly away
Love I thought would always stay

A desire to...

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She forages freely, 
no conscience at all; 
hunger stabs at her gut 
like a knife keenly sharpened. 

Picking through garbage cans, 
fish-stix and foie-gras, 
the deep pangs of hunger, 
the depths of despair. 

Alone in...

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She forages freely, 
no conscience at all; 
hunger stabs at her gut 
like a knife keenly sharpened. 

Picking through garbage cans, 
fish-stix and foie-gras, 
the deep pangs of hunger, 
the depths of despair. 

Alone in...

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She forages freely, 
no conscience at all; 
pain stabs at her gut 
like a knife keenly sharpened. 

Picking through garbage cans, 
fish-stix and foie-gras, 
the deep pangs of hunger, 
the depths of despair. 

Alone in...

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She forages freely, 
no conscience at all; 
pain stabs at her gut 
like a knife keenly sharpened. 

Picking through garbage cans, 
fish-stix and foie-gras, 
the deep pangs of hunger, 
the depths of despair. 

Alone in...

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She forages freely, 
no conscience at all; 
hunger stabs at her gut 
like a knife keenly sharpened. 

Picking through garbage cans, 
fish-stix and foie-gras, 
the deep pangs of hunger, 
the depths of despair. 

Alone in...

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