Long Orioles Poems

Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting
   In the bilge beneath the gunwale; 
 Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, 
Protruding horribly from the straining sockets,
    Express stupefied amazement at inconceivable 
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I was an invaluable bank teller, loving peaceful life and daisy blue sky days,
Like yellow sun warming sweet seasons, inducing vibrant, natural displays.

I left for pleasant work every day, with a determined and practical purpose;
And...

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I awakened to butterscotch sunshine, pouring through my window;
And I lay there for some moments, feeling the balmy wind blow.

I would have basked in it longer, save for a job that I enjoyed;
And being late...

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Tranquil, pearly moon arises, at the tangerine end of the memorable day,
Just like the ones we knew back when, until golden time was swept away.

Dressed up people laugh somewhere, very eager for a night on...

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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 1
.
making my friendship with the water-pigeon does not mean 
that i’ve acknowledged all devotion of the land-lotuses to river
without putting any note of dissent  

i’m still plunging...

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The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.

The obsidian night, it was very...

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My grandfather and I had a special relationship.

When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore.  But, my family moved away from 
Baltimore when I was five and we lived most of...

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Written: May 13, 2023

3rd contest winner
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Lichen lilies lavishness,
outwardly...

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Waiting for the world to make sense again
I jump back and forth every now and then
Lush grass and blue sky, but I don’t know
(The world’s too somber for a smile to show)

There’s caution tape on...

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"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."  E.E. Cummings

Hello my dearest darling, it was our time to wake,
The rustic rooster had already roused my...

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Bird watchers say
 there are birds that return in spring to play
build a nest, raise their young
 but as seasons change there are always some
who stay the winter, forage for seeds
 familiar ones that cling...

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The Profiles of Birds

High growth and thick foliage
in an enclosure opposite our garden
invited the golden orioles to stay on;
often they perch on a bo tree or an old banyan
sometimes chasing the irritant house crows
sometimes coming...

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Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River 

The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, 
And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. 
I look up our southern neighbor. But my friend in wine 
Gone ten...

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Women, how can I make you a fair definition?            
You have nurtured 6 billion live children        ...

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I dare to hope and dream, 
Of flowers that never fade
Of splendid and exotic creatures
All living in perfect harmony. 
I dream of tranquil earthly paradise,
A keen euphoric garden of Eden,
Created by my one and true...

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As Martin gazed at the woman, he believed her to be a nymph.
The pipes continued with their haunting melody. 
"I’d never thought such exotic places existed…”
 
"It must be a special day for you." She...

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All I've seen is a black star in the night sky,
We fell asleep after our cross-country awry.
In my dream, I saw weak, cynical starlight,
Subtle as a map packed toward the plight. 

City by the Bay...

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Extolling spring, oh, the robins are singing,
Lauding red-maple, bluebirds are frolicking,
There trills a cardinal fervent in courtship
Where on dogwood soulmate is gawking
And joining the symphony goldfinches fly in
Peeking from redbud, clad in blossoms pink, 
Reveling...

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Nobody can discover anything
that's hidden in the quite woods
of the bewildering wilderness...
if adventure and curiosity limit
our perception to fully explore it;
and it can't make us marvel at its loveliness,
if delicate butterflies or at the swiftness...

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among green foliage and slender twigs, perched a graceful mellifluous Nightingale.
Chickadees, Robins, Orioles stopped their synchronised cadence of rhythmic tweets, in anticipation..
a tranquil silence fell in the forest, a quiet trance around...

tall majestic trees stopped...

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Note this poem was written some time ago but I was sick and deleted my site.  I have been patiently reposting my poems since 9 October 2000.

On November 13, 2002. The Prestige, one of...

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I'm struggling to wake up,
rubbing my sensitive eyelids,
I may need more sleep;
awesome is the resplendent
morning dispersing its light,
I perceive it as a sumptuous woman
wearing a green dress as Nature does!

The first thing I do is...

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Nobody can discover anything
that's hidden in the quite woods
of the striking wilderness:
if adventure and curiosity limit
our perception to fully discover it
with the keenest senses:
it can make us marvel at the loveliness.
of the butterflies or the...

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Lone souls dance with my spirit in the realm of love. 
Sad fragrances wafted through a full-moon glow. 
Melt in a hazy cherry glow and fit you alike a glove. 
Fateful frozen fractions upheave and overthrow.

Sad fragrances wafted...

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The small orioles from Tennessee have
migrated North, their yellow breasts
match the bright daffodils in the grove,
in the meadows, or in the plain's vastness.

It's very late April and the Nordic spring is
in full bloom today; there's...

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