Long Meadowlarks Poems

V. "The Great Collective Awakening"

Aren't we the true definitive problem,
     not just astray-
     malignant corporations…
Or unresponsive governments ?
We are faulted; consumers 
     telling...

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             On the 1st Day of Christmas my sister read to me
 ...

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I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected...

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Beneath a sanctuary of the tree

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Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers


At dawn's first blush, 
milkweed pods, 
burst with a sigh,
A feathery shower of, 
silk sending secrets... 
on...

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Line of inquiry:
“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing”


My thoughts are swimming against the current, 
seeking, ever searching for threads into the past
that will seamlessly stitch...

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A lilac endeavor
of promised importance
came strolling along
on a path in the sun
Its fragrance unfurling
this side of September
when springtime was singing
for winter was done
With meadowlarks chatting
in off color language
while watching the roses
now bloom by the wall
She...

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Life is a dance.
As the waves come in, I dance with the ocean
with songs of God’s love in my head.
On a passing cloud there floats a dream -
a river of dreams – sweet waters!

I love
winter’s...

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Despite the large orange flowering flame tree
That shaded my veranda, the summer heat was intense.
No amount of ice-cold beer could quench my thirst.

A stone throw away was my lovely verdant wood.
It lured me towards a...

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Suddenly over the sudden years
I have felt an encumbrance; I sense an albatross -
the weight of sundry uncharted days.
Times I chronicle today as if I were a wax cylinder
or a broken spool in a cassette...

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I found myself in Madison
     on the eve of a country fair,
Had no idea why that was
     because I knew nobody there.
The leaves had not yet changed...

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Out west, near Black Hills, over South Dakota way,
On land where layered rocks records eons before –
Some thieves rode the badlands that hot steamy day.

Rough riding rustlers raided a ranch; stole a boar.
Those thieves took,...

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The Power of One

Slowly shadows devour the day’s light,
The silhouette of fear draws breath 
From the soul left gasping,
A firestorm of fury gathering,
Like mists of plagues escaping
From an ancient land of sand and tombs
With locusts...

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I can't desire the ones I love and love ones I desire,
our calluses too young, too old, to long withstand the fire
that draws us all like moths to flames that sparkle in scant dew
of each...

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A cowboy don't need no plushy pew or a rantin' preacher,
Pontificatin' from his pulpit aerie as his spiritual teacher!
He gits his religion from (to him) a more gratifyin' source,
Cherishin' God's Great Creation from the saddle...

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A friend of mine just asked me
what inspires me to write
They’ve seen so many poems
every morning, noon and night

I answered with a chuckle
saying, “I don’t have a clue
In fact right at this moment
I’m not sure...

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I decide to take my dog to the park 
on this beautiful warm sunny day, 
and sit under one of the gazebo's 
picnic table-benches 
to enlighten some inspirational 
true creative writing. 

Sun beats down, bellowing...

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Summer resplendent sun glowing
in the photosynthesis of viridescent grass.
Waving blades like long fingers flowing,
the sudden sighing gusts come and pass.

The field lives palpable in the anamnesis.
I step through the Queen Anne’s lace,
I lay down on...

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Time for a walk in the meadow to clear my head
I got up rather early and jumped out of bed,
A quick cup of coffee and a small piece of toast
I must get on my way...

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"There is nothing more beautiful than the poetry I see in her smile" 
- Chris Green


Her smile is the sunrise that greets me each morning
a glowing horizon in shades of the dawn
The fragrance of jasmine...

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In my days of wonder
War was just a concept
Peace was like a shadow
Creeping on my lawn

Love was like a fire 
On a sleepy morning 
When the snow is falling
Tapping at my door

In my youth I...

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This day has not seen the sunlight
It feels the night finds no excuses 
For the darkness of this day
I cannot put my mind to bed

       Please.... O God, 
...

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I want to be a writer 

some way, someday, somehow.

I want to be a writer

Living in the eternal, ever-after now. 



Alive as anyone can be 

through words made thoughts alive.

I want to be a writer 

Like meadowlarks sing and fly. 



I...

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A gloomy morning is arising,
the monotonous rain of December
makes soothing, relaxing sounds
for those soundly sleeping.

This unexpected rainy day
causes a cozy feeling,
and pelting on rooftops
it creates new dreams
for anyone awaiting spring.

Why are the red-breasted meadowlarks absent?
It's...

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The Meadowlarks are here in pairs,
That means that Spring is in the air.

The Jenny Wren flits about
Trying for to find a house.

The Sparrows, naughty as can be
Tore hers up last year you see.

The Sparrows now...

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