Long Nighthawk Poems

Hear the screeching of the Nighthawk, as its talons grapple
At the tail ends of the moon's rising, dragging it ever upwards, unto
The center of the blackened shroud, of the universe.
This celestial light casts illusion's rays...

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If I close my eyes, 
  and breathe in very deep, 
I go back to a world, 
  on the edge of sleep. 
In the false light of morning, 
  just this...

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In the grasp of green demons the dissolute lie,
Lost with phantoms of absinthe and smoke,
On an opium trail chasing dragons all night,
Stricken utterly wasted and broke;
When I look to the rooftops and blurrily see
Jagged vistas...

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Upon the jagged rock,
Where cloven hooves did trot.
A maiden clothed in dock,
Thought life was meant for naught.

Adorned in nature's frock,
Awaiting wind's onslaught.
Ticktock, ticktock, the clock
She dreamed of love a lot.

From China to Bangkok,
Wind brought the...

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Old Crow

Old crow
Tired and lazy' against the day
Dark skies
Lost in blacks and whites and grays
Howling north wind
Sure takes a man's fight away

Wastelands,
A dreamer's home on his best day
Hard rain
Drops the leaves and makes the colors...

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They say when the moon rides high and bright,
And casts it's silver glow,
On fields and meadows, woods and streams,
And village streets below,

It's good advice to stay inside,
Not venture far from home;
For there are those of...

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What twist of fate has befallen us?
When nighthawks no longer soar by day --
Ritualistic measures of time usurps moonlight
 
Where then shall I see upon my love’s face ~
A smile that would light the ancient...

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Yellow leaps, flipping, dashes wild,
Then spins and flits.
Plays twister and racket ball.

Yellow is camping late August.

Feels like pudding skin.
Smells Gray Poupon and makes me grin.

Dying oak leaves early fall on the branch,
A speeding squirrel by...

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OLD NAILS
Quazi Johirul Islam

I have been trying to remove old nails
From my feet, from my palms, for many years
Jordan full to the brim of my pure tears
Pain spread all over with the great details. 
Bethlehem-sky...

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A sliver of October moon
sinks slow into the western night
and the life of a billion stars
begin to fade beyond my sight

The black curtain of night dissolves
as colors flare the eastern sky
The glorious hues of morning
proudly...

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The nighthawk that's afraid of the dark
Stays up to protect his heart 
With a mind wired by the creative 
That won’t cease until he finishes his piece 
He draws to put himself at ease 
To...

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'Twas a cold cold day o'tune,
Fer those pickers down in Boone.
Fiddles brought so had they'd ought,
Newest feathers just store bought,
'Twas a cold cold day a'tune.

Fer those pickers down in Boone,
That wind she whistled well.
A'high up...

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It's the wee hours of the morning,
And the rain is drizzling down.
It makes the air all fresh and clean,
As I walk the streets of town.

Although July is ending,
It's damp and cold tonight,
And there's no moon...

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