Long Lupine Poems

“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged legs all the way down to 
Lethal Six Inch stilettos...

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The Cold Doorknobs 

I.
I am sure there will be that profound moment in time
when the dog out back will stop its incessant yapping,
Its unrelenting impulse to belch out its interminable wails, 
alas, to inform its...

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“50 Words for Poe: Azrael”



What alchemy to lure Azrael
who hidden until now
keeps his vigil 
in the still sound of 
the shattering silence 
of falling leaves
under the elms in the 
hollows of 
Hanging Hill 
with the...

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Her eyes begin to sparkle
With joy from within
Pleasure only found from
Sharing the heart with a friend
Elation only known with
The whisper of intimacy baptized
In laughter, smiles, euphoria
Left on the heart who listens 
Silently, to the roar...

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Some pin memories delicately
and precisely like butterflies.
I, however, use railroad spikes.

This morning was spent well,
walking along a high desert trail,
close to some old railroad tracks.
My sister had shown them to me yesterday.

I am looking for...

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It was the rat and the snake that ate each other.
It was the love in them.
It was the buttercup and the lupine that devoured the bees.
It was the insectivore legs that tilled the crumbling fields.
It...

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A cruel Jack Frost blows icy floss
(in front of spring a’ burstin’)
while shiftin’ sheaves of withered leaves
near freezin’ streams a’ thirstin’.
A pack reviled runs roamin’ wild,
the alpha wolf wakes howlin’
then scents a lean and lonesome...

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I have noticed
all my daily educational journeys
begin with,
Where do I come from?
And how do I feel today
about my journey so far from yesterday?
Our journey so far,
and yet not far enough?

I come from living waters
as profoundly...

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With a basket woven brown, covered in linen, hiding goodies under cross stitched flowers
She with the Crimson Hoodie, and a smile like cookies and cream
Heading for the cottage so cute, and the walls pale white,...

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Tapestries of clouds
swirl before night’s curtain 
  like a paintbrush
    eased across the canvas,
streaking the moon
as a winged silhouette soars past,
          the...

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"Tease for Two"



“Ein bisschen Zucker 
mit Ihrer Sahne, Sir?“

German accent 
smoky toned 
she purred

Periwinkles suavely winked, 
then played with his -

cufflinks

“Not now Schvee Tart” 
he said holding his attache tight 
looking across the room
grinning Lupine...

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Iridescent feathers
flutter down
    as a silhouette 
             passes overhead,
inquisitive
I bound over the landscape,
       ...

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Among tall weeds are waving tulips, with satin pearls of dew
Blowing trumpets, and brushing grasses, with shades of cheerful tunes
Creating carpets soft and fair, where  every eye can rest,
Dancing petals kiss the breezes, in...

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BLUE BY YOU

What’s Blue by me?  

Butterfly wings, 
the Blue Moth in flight,
stilettos, suede shoes, 
for dancing at night.
Moonbows and rainbows, 
in the spectrum of blue,
the eyes of your love, 
when he’s laughing at...

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oh, Spring glad you are here...
    I have been waiting all Winter for you
      glorious will be this month of awakening ...
     ...

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Ecology, Humanity, Me, & Tea


A fox at the altar.
Bee nests to seek before light.
A rabbit where the fox’d trot.
(Foxes have only ever trot. Perhaps fast, or nimbly, or slow - they do not walk.
They do...

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NOT A HERO

A crimson cape of solid color,
with a sordid lupine history.

A young lass stood out — in a forest,
decked in browns and grassy greens.

He appeared in a long fur coat, a handsome
and charming guy,...

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The sun descends this cloudless night
A moon for howling, full and bright
A moon by which the bats take flight
And wolf-men and the undead bite

Stretchered in, a bite mark cruel
He won’t heal but must refuel
But medics’...

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Please, grant me the vision of thirsty eyes                           ...

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Tis spring and budding the crocus blossom
the fuchias have died from winters fright
the cold gate of winter has released it's might
and yet in hybernation is the possum
 
the spires of the foxglove will skip this...

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Deep within my blackened soul
This dark nightmare grows
From putrid bile so foul

Where bloodied carnage grows
Festering in a venomous pit
Where only my demon goes

The bloodsuckers of the night
Scorn my very existence
Cowering as from holy light

The lupine...

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The trail to the peak was a long and arduous climb
Which skirted a pristine glacial lake about midway.
Shimmering below, it offered a cooling balm for the heat
And a picturesque spot to rest and refuel for...

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It was the rat and the snake that ate each other.
It was the love in them.
It was the buttercup and the lupine that devoured the bees.
It was the insectivore legs that tilled the crumbling fields.
It...

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I love to meander a wildflower meadow
        on a warm sunny summer day ...
              ...

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A turning restless child she is to me,
Wild nature rises feverish
                      In her bower;...

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