Long Nightjar Poems

It’s 5pm and sunny in Ohio, 40 degrees
and dropping,
by dusk it will be grey turning to red
then black.

Where is the oyster shell now?
The heavenly picture
of a pale spume-tickled .
An unmarried Tudor lady
applies more cosmetic beeswax
to...

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A gentle knight chirped and roaming the way of desert at night.
 His dancy browny hair, blue eyes made romantic guy and couraged.
 He lured by lovely song beyond a hill.
 Eagerly, he rushed his...

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'Tis nineseventeenPM!
On the balcony, in a rocking chair
In full twilight surrender
Savoring this wonderous time capsule
This moment of captivating tranquility 
So soothing I wish It would freeze in time

Sweet nineseventeenPM!
Not quite my bedtime
But I know Morpheus...

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It is thy wanton gestures that contrive inside long auburn
curls -
Wherefore to diminish the pleas of a warm, lustful
breeze!
For though gilded rays shall grace all thy sunlit days 
Tis Moonstrucks cast beams, your mischiefs, 
That...

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Show me what you see each day 
Through your sparkling eyes of greens and browns
Do you see the smiles, the tears and frowns
On children's faces as they play
Can you see beyond to the lilac heathers
to...

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As dusk hours darken the skies ever later
Crepuscular creatures return
Strisores awaken the heathland
As the heat of the day still rises from the earth. 

Quietness blankets the world in black
So silent I hear only noise
Yet over...

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Indigenous forest so awash with trees.
Leaves strum a tune in the cool Autumn breeze.
Rustling rowans and galloping ash.
A rustic blanket for a well trodden path.

Plum tinged foliage,fleet of foot in the dance.
Melancholy movements has me...

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In the dappled hour between day and twilight,
                       surged the call of a...

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The bog cotton hisses in concert with the curlews bubbling wail.
The salt air stirs the marram grass, the sand sedge and sea kale.
Alone she walks in beauty 'neath the dappled harvest moon.
Her night-time wanderings witnessed...

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I Am Not Chuck-Will’s-Widow


Part I: Bullies, Lodging and Treats  

             Whip-Poor-Will at twilight —
        ...

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Whispers of mist lie deathly white,
shifting in the early morning light;
the nightjar pipes his haunting tune,
soon to rue the waning of the moon.

The sun shines brightly now, and rain
showers scatter o'er the rough terrain.
All God's...

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Whispers of mist lie deathly white,
shifting in the early morning light;
the nightjar pipes his haunting tune,
soon to rue the waning of the moon.

The sun shines brightly now, and rain
showers scatter o'er the rough terrain.
God's fair...

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In the dark of night the whippoorwill cries 
As it flitters beneath the night’s blue sky 

Master of camouflage. Heard, seldom seen
Is searching for woodland insects to glean 

Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will!  The nightjar trills
As it...

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Whispers of mist lie deathly white,
shifting in the early morning light;
the nightjar pipes his haunting tune,
soon to rue the waning of the moon.

The sun shines brightly now, and rain
showers scatter o'er the rough terrain.
God's fair...

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Everywhere, I see myself these days,
I see a smile attached to my face.

My worries have started to disappear,
I see the happiness on my plate.

The memory of you is stuck in my head,
the scent of you...

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