Long Pileated Poems

Neftlix, Hulu, autumn elaeagnus
thorns, small hairy buds, twigs hyper-lenticelled
fruits supposedly edible, leaves elongated, oblong
xerophytic but found in wetland
introduced species, some say invasive

Xbox is invasive
Hulu is the best source of foreign films
and foreign films represent reality...

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Show me a place where I can be in a little island far above the sea where the skies touch the hills and transmit a message to my window sill. Show me a place where...

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Early Morning

I wish to capture in some way,
With words, the ineffable
Images, and sounds of quiet,
In a time without man sounds.

Early morning awakened by
The first glimmer of orange red
As it begins to rise phoenix like
Across the...

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February 27th Lower Peninsula of Michigan
One week of true cold and snow is all
This year
Today is the warmest day ever recorded
For this entire month

An ancient age is passing

Winter shorter
To the flowing length of my shadow
Stretched...

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Imperfect world, purposeless person.
I retired to pursue perfection
learn jazz tunes, woody and herbaceous plants,
read every inch of English literature,

Scientific American and Foreign Affairs,
have an affair with an American.
Oh, and by the way, before you ask,...

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Mediation

I wish to capture in some way
With words, the ineffable
Images, and sounds of quiet,
In a time without man sounds.

Early morning awakened by
The first glimmer of orange red
As it begins to rise phoenix like
Across the lake.

Incongruous...

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What movement, what visual rhyme and grace ...

I have watched the old willow on my grand-father's farm
     Sway in a summer breeze, sweeping the grasses with a soft movement
As sublime as...

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Rereading the poems of others
and my own. Community across
time and graves. What's left
exceeds in significance
one's last moment. Yet
his last moment must have been
exceedingly important
for the poet.

Nothing he did that day will seem meaningful.
While we prosecute...

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trees dilly-O sing.
mellow skies surmise —
they’re not quite blue, white nor gray.

knocking in front and back —
pileated woodpeckers, shockers
with crests, crafty
to home owls and bats,
like royal courts of yore
dillydally the enemy within
mine walls.

the oaks shade...

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Tucked high into a saddle in the hills,
Set far above a river vale below,
With wooded glades and waters calm and still,
I cannot think a finer place to go.

A daybreak in the east will steal your...

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Just past far as you can go,
yonder, where the crawdads sing,
out beyond time’s ebb and flow,
festival is full in swing.

Bullfrog’s on the tympany,
joined by pileated drums.
Katydids join company;
bold and bright, the bayou hums.

River Daughter glides...

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"Piscator non solum piscatur"
("There is more to fishing than fish.)"
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Brown trout anglers catch few fishes
and almost always let them go 
barbless hooks make more for wishes
then creels full to dazzle 
children’s eyes. 

Brown trout anglers...

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This boy must be in season,

this blaze-headed feather jack 

hammering shack up condos

into swooned oaks, sautéing up fire

ants for a seductive nibble in the pulp.

You can hear him all over the island

a mating pummel; his...

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