Long Perches Poems

For years I was an aspiring singer, performing in trendy nightspots,
And I sang my heart out each evening, in all of the local hotspots.

Among the enthusiastic locals, at long last I'd made myself a name,
As...

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The old sorcerer was teaching his apprentice a lesson about the moon, but as usual the subject drifted, this time, to witches. “How would I know a witch if I saw one?” The apprentice asked.

“It’s...

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If out of darkness comes light, then my life must be one ginormous ray of sunshine right about now. Coming out of a 14-year classroom coma, I am now awake, yet I continue to slumber...

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Bring two poems is what he said. 

She chose a Personification, ‘Violin’, (the proud recipient of an International Poetry contest award), and a narrative, ‘The Rise and fall of an Empire.’ 

***

A Raven greets her.

She...

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I lie here watching all the glorious places pass by along my journey. 
To be sure, my course was set many years ago making my passage measured only in terms of near or far. 
At...

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MOSQUITO AND MAN
Oh no! Why do men hate me so much? From incarnation even as I try to make my legs and hands and buttocks as small as anything! So they can’t say am competing...

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Look at the eyes, windows of the soul.
Then the intent, link below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc9En9WUzI8







"The Queen's Slippers - Part 1"




There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s talons in like
nine inch nails piercing
thick skin gone thin
it softly...

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I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.

She'd ruffle her feathers and preen, as she perched redly upon...

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The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
The whalebone corset dug into the body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibration of the incoming...

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While walking in the misty morn of yore
One dismal dark decaying depraved day 
I was suffocating with the sounds of the dying city

Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun 
Surrounded by the sounds of...

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Following a day of stillness and intermittent sunlight, comes the storm.
Hushed breezes, hot, humid clutching to the skies now race through the trees.
Late afternoon, darkness embraces the skyline, strewn with clouds of shaded blacks and...

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"Behold! The Temple!"

Behold! The Temple! on sacred ground,
Where those who worship gather 'round.
Behold! Your synagogues, mosques, and churches,
Where faithful souls kneel on pews and perches
To sing Hallelujah! Give worship and praise;
Where scripts are read, eyes...

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The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
A whalebone corset dug into my body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touches the pane
of dearly brought glass it vibrates with the hoof-beat of riders.
The...

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High noon in Fort Laramie, the summer sun is oppressive.
A whalebone corset digs into my body’s tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibration of incoming...

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I was an experienced, intrepid hiker, who had wandered the Appalachian Trail,
As warm gold regularly wanders a blue world, focusing on each vibrant detail.

I had tramped so many interesting paths, both the famous, and the...

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"The Queen's Slippers - Part 2"




There goes my heart
with bags packed
no turning back
or final wave
seated hooded next to huntsman
innocent, gauche, temperamental
There will come a time
to save,
but save oneself
on this dark road,
one must -
There will come...

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Written: June 09, 2024 For Ink Empress Contest

“a mute tongue is a slave to silence” - Silent One

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When I was the tender age of seven
   I was to go on a week's vacation...I thought "heaven".

   My uncle had a '55 Buick in two tone green
   A...

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First draft 

I

By his deeds he was duly judged
And by his greed he was condemned
To the bowels far beneath the Earth-
Cursed tenfold to rot and feed the maggots unfed.

Stark Kilns was his doomed name
A man...

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Each poem I birth
Is a child of my heart
Flesh of my flesh
Bone of my bone
Word of my soul
Conveyor of my emotions

Each one is unique
Different….
One is always happy
And sees the bright side of life
The eternal optimist
With...

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Turtle by the Door

The bears and wolves are few;
one threadbare widow mourning,
two grays as consumptive as smoke.
The large dwindle,
their bodies grow more awkward,
more at odds.
The heavier beast's sway
like drunks in the scant woods.
Under a pelting...

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A blank stare into nothingness
Suddenly I looked up as something caught my eye
A very pretty girl saunters in and buys herself a coffee
And perches herself cross-legged upon a cleared table in front of me
Among the...

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Turtle by the Door

The bears and wolves are few,
one threadbare widow mourning,
two grays as consumptive as smoke.
The large dwindle,
their bodies grow more awkward,
more at odds.
The heavier beast's sway
like drunks in the scant woods.
Under a pelting...

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Fierce winds blow across the Atlantic tide,
Colder she gets the rougher she'll ride,
In matt'r minutes a chill to the bone,
Few dare sail her northern zone,
Far north the whaling be done,
Colder in account for the miss'n...

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Based on the Monster Mash by Bobby Boris Pickett


They Did the Chicken Splash

I was working in the hen house late one night
when I beheld an awfully weird sight
the chickens were playing in the rain
and it...

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