Long Skitters Poems

Hmmm, where do I start? With deep sighs, I am sighing right now.
I just finished burying 2 lizards, and my heart is heavy...

Let me back up a bit...bear with me if I might turn out...

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Standing at the edge of the canyon, 
its crest wreathed in swirling clouds of fog 
the tower looms on the plain, 
incongruous, like blood on a bridal gown.

Zedar has come to investigate. 
As Grand Sovereign...

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Standing at the edge of the canyon, 
its crest wreathed in swirling clouds of fog 
the tower looms on the plain, 
incongruous, like blood on a bridal gown.

Zedar has come to investigate. 
As Grand Sovereign...

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1.
God, how I hate (when I can't go to sleep),
HATE the feeling sleep never will come.
In moments like this, I wonder if my death
Might be a lover with real potential,
Though the possibility of soul being...

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                  Orb pulsates above a secret door,
proudly beaming about the find,
skitters to and fro as if to etch...

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A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining,
Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home
Lonely branch, spasms in the wind
Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper
These Flightless Birds, on a...

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Oh, Friend Darkness, if I fall
                          I pray my tears
...

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The artiste's window gradually falling down
Holds the view of the prince's throne and crown
The ordered maidens, freely, the palace roams
Like leaves in autumn, dry, litter the roads

 “Fall on your wounded knees and withered faith”,
The...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by his feet, 
and he is conscious of a low murmuring...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by his feet, 
and he is conscious of a low murmuring...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by his feet, 
and he is conscious of a low murmuring...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by his feet, 
and he is conscious of a low murmuring...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by his feet, 
and he is conscious of a low murmuring...

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Early morning. I head toward the walking trails near my home. The air moves around me in blossoming brilliant arcs within the sun rays of a new day. My soul takes on a lightness, a...

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At One With The Sea
Lying on the sand the wave toppled over me
Before I knew it I was dragged far out to sea
I gulped in and struggled to find much needed air
But before I ran...

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Lately, as sure as the sun rises on the eastern horizon 
A certain cheery robin [the same one every day] sits 
On my porch railing and tells me Spring has arrived, 
When I have acknowledged...

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Silence, a gift that offers respite from sound. 
Practiced by librarians and the palace guard duty bound. 
A moment in night when all humans slumber,
Opportunity to reflect on all thoughts encumber.
But a world is found...

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Distant babble, a shout, an egg beater,
What does the clock say?
More noise, a dream dancing just beyond memory’s reach,
Where are my glasses?
6:45, no, 8:54
I found them on the sill.
Down one, then two floors,
The babble becomes...

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SOUL TO SOUL
(Written for Mother Sandy Stone, whom I met in 1992.)

SOUL TO SOUL ***

The early morning call.
   A sand dollar skitters in before its rushing wave.

A message bringing within a mosaic of...

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Though medicine tastes bad and bitter as it always skitters 
On the tongue’s taste buds as the black sea on sand that glitters 
It helps and uplifts the body to get fitter 
Honey glazed on...

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My favorite color during this season
Is surely the color orange
Pumpkins are a favorite of mine too
Jack-o-lanterns fill my house
And all over the outside
On the porch and the walk
Black lights also light up
All around the front...

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something in so-called modern
     landscaping amuses me no end,
          be it in plush mansions, resorts
       ...

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At night the city glows with a thousand lights,
Towers of steel silhouetted against the sky.
They show their might without restraint...
Full of mystery and the promise of untold delights.

The dawn breaks, revealing the tired grey of...

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Marooned the word
Waves hiss at my dilemma
And palms caress
The trade winds brought me here.
Sad flotsam serves
The stuff of my crude cabin
And jungle goop
A remedy 
For skitters quite severe.
The hardy gulls
Companions each blue morning
Who show me...

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AT LAST

On my veranda I watch beads of sweat 
slide down the glass of ale I use to get over 
something I’m not sure of, perhaps just an 
absence of idea or thought, a quiet...

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