Long Peregrine Poems

"Kaleidoscope" 

They say another
wrote the story, not I.
that I, mere I,
having little experience, shy 
and far removed from 
such an alien world,
would not possess the knowledge
of such terrible and ruthless, lusty 
characters of strong will;...

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"Ground Level Entry"

“She fits the bill”,
they say it 
insouciantly

visions of being 
carried in the beak 
of a bilious pelican 

where it builds
its rudimentary nest, 
it uses sticks and debris

no stones, yet,
from irreverence
thrown at it

no higher...

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I walked a long path today. Off in the woods nearby.

My dogs walked with me, and took side trails on the
sly.
 
A little trail becomes a deer trail, though the
eucalyptus and pine

The oxalis grows wild...

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I re: egret forsaking gull friend where, heron eye twitter

Fictional account related
courtesy one pink flamingo.

Aves lusting for verboten tweet 
reed lubricious sin after giving
Twiggy another peck on the cheek.

Whenever this birdman 
alone with his thoughts...

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"The Authoress – The Author"




She parked Silver Lady 
by The Road's side, 
placed the keys in Her pocket
Her hands were warm
Her eyes were cold
She smiled a tight smile
You know, full of passion, full of ire...

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Verse 1:
My Dearest Poetry,
I hope you’re doing fine,
To tell you the price of my love is why I wrote these rhymes
But the truth is my love for you is unbuyable
Costlier than diamonds or whatever we...

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The Sandpipers Call

 Sandpipers Call amongst the garbage
 along the shore,
 Tumbleweeds dance from dusk till dawn 
 Tumbleweeds roll as time goes by,
 And time should stand still for love?
 But:
 Only Tumbleweeds roll...

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My favorite wild animal is 
as strong as Hulk Hogan
and eats fresh quail.


She is as strong as 
Chuck Norris, and Rocky,
and they fly faster than mail.


My favorite animal makes a 
hungry cheetah look unnaturally slow.


He...

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Seven Morning Stars

In the western Carpathian piedmont
Which my grandfathers left long before,
The peregrine falcon flees likewise
From a tableau of fresco tradition,
Superstition, and tempera myth.

The me of then bested the alpine pass
Where Hannibal lost his eye.
The...

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Green carpet fields, laid seamed and edged 
with berry hedge 
and windswept tufted trees hemline the valley stream that cuts through to the sea. 

Coarse bracken covers the higher cliff, 
with feather ferns in darker...

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Remind me of the sea that kisses the coast of Algiers
Where the tides are soft and the winds all but fierce
In that country past the strait of Gibraltar
Where the trip to Casablanca didn’t halt her

Taking...

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The feather beds are a string of mountains near where I live, famous for its raised bog lands, where my father and his brothers cut turf for many years. In spring / summer a wild...

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I'm a bird of prey creme de la creme.
On air, I'm like a heat-seeking missile,
a kamikaze airplane swooping down
on prey with lethal precision. 
My large eyes, as sharp as an Eagle's.

Tell the Eagle I said...

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Nights in white satin play as I’m looking at Vermont fall
The mesmerizing beauty touches my evolving soul
The trees like poplar, willow, birch and linden stand tall
Their boughs of leaves seem cascading like mountain waterfall

Hawk travels...

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The huntsman and his peregrine

Woods was all his belongings 
The huntsman's only pride and his holy livelihood 
Flew an injured peregrine to his land one evening 
Her quill feathers perfumed of mountains and coastal
She was...

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In Wiltshire the stone circle lays 
It looks to the endless visage of the skies
Above it peregrine falcon flies
At night owl gives its bone chilling cries 

N o one knows what truly is the purpose...

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I lived like in a bad dream so many days;
I was in the dark, not seeing any ways;
I saw no meaning of that days;
I couldn’t find myself noways!

Among that emptiness suddenly
In the eyes, their beauty...

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How beautiful the sounds, sights of nature

In the distance alarm call of a cuckoo,

beautiful sound of summer Tanager

Blackbirds hopping around getting in a stew,

Acrobatics of swallows, swifts, Martins,

Crows of the carrion, rooks, jackdaws, Raven

Cooing of...

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Aspen, ponderosa pine, blue spruce
pink glacier-cut rock, scree, ravens
gray jay, peregrine falcon, hawk.

We climb to 11,000 feet in three days, 
camp at Lawn Lake for three days. Alpine
tundra. Elk, bighorn sheep, marmot.

Tileston Meadows, ticks in...

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I was in the garden tending gladioli
and collecting rosehips to make wine
When I glanced toward the sky
A cold shiver ran down my spine . 

Hurtling toward me 
At what seemed a thousand miles per hour
Was...

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Fingers of light pierced the clouds caressing the moors
with life giving warmth, purples, browns and greens of
heathers mingled, blended, in a union of beauty. Yellow
of gorse splashed in the sultry, hazy spectre of natures
superb canvas....

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My love is like an Owl
Knowledgeable and deep and wise
My love is like the Raven
With magic behind its eyes

My love is like an Eagle
Its lineage crowned most high
My love is like a Lark
So swift and...

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Are springs’ eyes green like growing grass or blue like the sky?
The tears of spring are like nests to which returning geese will fly
Or nests of eagles that soar up high
Spring is the mother forever...

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A black, dark scarred burden hides inside my tired divide
Will you help me dig the hole that's deep enough to bury this sadness inside?
If I can ever get a word in, will you hear what's...

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