Long Mourning dove Poems

June 12th 2017 TRANSITION revisited and revised today 4/2/2021

While scrolling over outdated docs
(i.e. namely OpenOffice documents)
derrière seated upon hard backed chair,
yours truly came upon following poem
to share with anonymous readers,
whereby slight modifications 
got made to...

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She sprinted through a rugged woods
Away from free loading fathers and filthy no-goods,
Away from tear soaked teddy bears and lungs filled with smoke.
She found herself unmoving, crying in the arms of a weeping willow oak.

She...

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In crowded rooms I saw you but feared to say hello,
So I never invited you round for tea, instead I just wallow, 
In this life without love, I know not of what I have lost,
And...

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Endless ribbon of tattered poetry in pavement,

Trail of tears for wandering vagabonds,

Seek yourself from this time forth betwixt sunrise and senility,

For the tides of the seasons grow weary with long-suffering,

To the hopes thou clingeth unto,...

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Vicious and mean those two stray dogs
if not for my fence the female grey would 
have quickly killed my two old dogs. She angrily bark
and looked as if she would lunge through the chain link...

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"Tangled Web of Love: A Broken Trust Unveiled"

In the realm of shattered hearts and broken trust,
A tale unfolds, emotions 
turned to dust.
A man named  Singh  once filled with love,
Now stands deceived, like a...

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Now, come cooler days,
   wind riding on morning haze
   and the once cloudless clear skies
   find billowy puffs in uncovered lies.
A sudden wind and rain storm
   teases...

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What is real love ?
Should it be plain like a cow ?
Or furious like a bow ?
Or with results for what you sow ?
True love is affection
Real love is determination
Actual love is your close connection
Promising...

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It stood alone Christmas Morn on the bleak and windswept mountainside.
Towering spruce that once surrounded it now graced many a fireplace side.
Rejected again, the Littlest Christmas Tree was left so lonely and forlorn.
Dejected, it would...

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With their last goodbyes, they walked away
                         Disappearing in the early...

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Come my love, come rest with my brittle bones,
I call you from my dark tomb-  Can you hear me?
I so miss those thrilling days of our yesterday,
when our life was full of wild ...

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AntiPoem 19
“Apache”

(Poet’s Instruction: Softly play “Apache” by Jorgen Ingmann, 1961, while reading)

Olathe and Yamka
Cochise and 
Mescalero 
Varlebena - forever
Ya’ateh – Hello to
These streaming flower gardens 
These feathered priests of Gaan 
Their white flags of truce...

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The songs of birds can be heard
send a message without a word.
Skeptics say they're just sound
others find them quite profound.
A peaceful call to nature's mind
from winged friends of every kind.

Listen with the ears of your...

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Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot my heart’s love hope when there was none,
Securely you glided...

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Hopefully, Old Man Winter has had his final fling!
Now, from my stoop I can relish the coming of spring!
I can watch as nature awakens and begins anew its birth.
From my perch I enjoy simple things...

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I can be found down a long winding road,
Brush away the leaves and you will see my name;
Oh yes, this poet from whose pen words flowed.

In life, my poetry never had great fame,
In death,...

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The heaves and the roars and the sighs
Are less frightening to passer-bys
Than the terrible moans 
Of the hollowed out stones
Which bring forth the dead sailors’ cries.


The sky in the west has gone red,
Dyeing rocks on...

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Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot my heart’s love hope when there was none,
Securely you glided...

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A lone black crow
sits on a limb of a tree

amongst a crowd of trees
that surround the townhouses.

The trees' silhouettes 
are drawn on the brick; 

on the shingled roofs;
by the Sun this Late January. 

The dark...

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What do you need right now?

I feel like I would enjoy a long retreat
from human voices,
a free to reverse
get out of jail vacation
from inside voices,
especially my own.

Who would keep you entertained?
Who would you listen to
with...

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The meadow has come alive with sight and sound
As I go through the gate, I hear buzzing all around,
The bees are busy working on milkweed flower
Waist-high daylilies and coral honeysuckles tower,
Enticing a few hummingbirds into...

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The Echo of a Soul 
By Andrew Weeden 

In the windswept hills of vibrant green, 
Here I sit at your lonely grave. 
The bright flower that made my heart beam, 
Is the wilted flower I...

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I remember seeing
rich, chocolate eyes that invited me in
with hospitality and comfort like a hot chocolate
on a particularly cold fall day.

And that
the sun turned your skin to gold and
it was still soft and
sweet smelling.

Your delicate
crown...

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cool air pitch black sky
leaves whipped up by callous wind
wing whistle dove coo

4/18/2021

Mourning Doves are known for their gentle cooing sounds. The air rushing through these special feathers makes them vibrate and create sound (kind...

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How lucky am I to live close by the iconic Beachy Head
From below I can hike up a very steep hill 
Though on reaching the top I can feel quite ill
So nowadays I travel by...

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