Long Hawkish Poems

Pittsburgh, hammertown, Chuck Knoll and his boys
established the best Superbowl Era dynasty
with the "Steel Curtain" defense and the "Blonde Bomber" Bradshaw,
a defense disciplined on shrapnel and elite ego,
"Mean Joe Greene" and Jack Lambert, a compulsive...

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Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again!

Glad for birth write to express views
aware cunning linguists 
will apply figurative screws  
in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse
exercised courtesy mail in ballots, 
or...

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Consonant Like A Vow (el)

Now ma nada twirly (to early) twittering 
condolences to the esprit de corps, qua 
(just recently) late John McCain, and his 
surviving family suddenly damning original 
way word odd did see,...

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Gott Oh Mighty,Trump iz on the Warpath!

Das Don Auld (can hard tank
tucker son of Carl, and leave
landscape barren) calling out
rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race,
viz demolition derby presaging

death to White Anglo Saxon
democracy DOMS (delayed
onset muscle soreness)
minions...

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Invitation to Reality ___ 

Embossed, elegant and proper 
With white glove upon silver tray 
(He imagined ) 
the invitation 
Would surely come 
To announce his required presence to attend. 

His fellow wordsmith's and other known...

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A rhetorical question finds me asking 
(to no one in particular) why I recall 
the names of grade school teachers 
approximately fifty years ago (whose 
names listed below), when the need

to retrieve necessary information due
ring...

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when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
     of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with...

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	I
Ten laps around my town’s small park had 
become routine, and by habit I entered it
by way of the new war memorial.

Yet I never stopped to read a single brass
lettered name raised on tall bronze...

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Lion 'bout grabbing tiger by tail

Holy mole lee
watch out fowl, balladeer
look out... i.e. donkey kong
primate doth share
footloose slothful writing,
essentially swiftly tailored hare

reed styled mountebank
gets made by mice elf,
an imperfect triangulated square,
while "fake" charioteer
looses neigh scent...

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She had a gothic heart,
predictability and tamming tranquility were her counterparts,
she felt pain as gain,

peace was nettlesome and purposeless,
an abomination that careless civilization is undeserving of,
life is best consumed in confrontation,

within her magnificent mind God's...

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What gain is reaped in war's cruel strife?
What honor does it truly crown?
When the lives of our kin, precious and rife,
Are silenced, and hope is torn down.

In ruins, we hear someone sobbing,
Loved ones lie lifeless,...

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I think you all should know, bout a situation set to go.'
Its coming real soon.' Elephant in the room!
Wow its hairy and fast, Canada don't find out last.!
Now you won't hear of this in your...

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Bamboo leaves
Speak to the wind;
Ancient murmurs

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New day hurls fast
Hymn of birdsong;
Sunburst glare

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Birthday moods
Moments parade;
Hawkish sights

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Curious tourist
Digital memories;
Another picture

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Silent sentinel
Watches over me;
Guardian angel

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New air-con poise
Cool ambience streams;
Outside heart wave

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Evening dark
Hungry baby birds;
Chattering instincts

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Here by this beach
One...

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You have a weird head she said. What is wrong with it?
I don’t know I admitted. No one told me this ever before I met you.
She smirked. Her blue eyes were glowing; I thought she...

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Waiting for me next day 
in the bar,
In the biz of gangs 
they called him superstar!

I whips his crims
so he came for payback.
BAM! a bottle on my head 
he yelled "Welcome Back."

Blood on the floor
and...

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Hawkish angels with golden bows
chase away shawnee and wolves.
A sinewy faith built the rough and ready.
We were pleased to claim this land
for Jesus.

Despite the tornadoes,
we continued to raise
Midwest cities
from a leather flogged bible.
We were conceived...

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Race over now:
Blue makes way then,
Red gains somehow,
New mandate hence.


The vote is in:
Flair in odd choice,
A new glyph seen,
Triumph of mad poise.


Wary world sees:
Markets on edge,
Stakes falling free,
On dangling ledge.


Sense the divide:
Mind-boggling stars,
Watch scary slide,
Tattoo...

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A feathered clutch once bewailed –
What can a sparrow do
in a sky full of raptors?
The red-necked puckers’ won’t arrive
until blood smells like copper pennies.

She was only one winter old,
cried a fuss-bucket booby.
Begone crone.
 croaked a...

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A somber dome protected fondly from the heights
Of solitude by hawkish eyes was found at length
By Jupiter in his relentless storm of lights. 
In there lay, hidden from all view, a youth whose strength
And beauty...

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SONG OF DAWN


Ears pierce with SONG of DAWN!
intoxication of impending day,
echoing of succinct birdsong.
What is spoken of in morning,
bathes the mind, in serenity.

Hawkish wings took flight,
during the spurious night.
What seems like quicksand
or a cauldron of...

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Tan leather boots with fancy stitching
Butterscotch vest with pencilled fringe
Polished black Stetson size eight and three quarters
Faded denim shirt with copper snaps
Silver oversized belt buckle that shouts rodeo
Deep gravelly voice with cigar precision
A pronounced limp...

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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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Hail, little birdie perched on tree!
What hast thou now to say to me?
“A little bird has told me so,”
As many say. This well we know.
How joyfully I hear thee tweet!
Not every tweet I know is...

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To find and use a rhythmic way of rhyming
Something sorta slow and fast and slow
A hawkish circle swoop of perfect timing
A half a step and turn on heel and toe
Musingly methodical musicly melodical
Remembered in an...

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In a turning acre
the high dark silhouette
of a river-hawk.

Wings sharply-etched,
now it dips, and light reveals
each fine feather
as a clear signature.

I looked and saw
the carving flame of its life
branded, and stamped indelible.
A bolt of breath, a...

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