Long Teals Poems

Dear me, 
  I breathe you
in the pulse of erased promises ~ 
I'm a shadow in your space 
and not any voice which can be heard
    above restless mists, 
so, when...

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When I whirl as wind, 
unwavering ~
 surfing on 
watercolor wings 
of simmering seasons, 
 which flicker
 and fly through me, 
filtering my faults
with a wrinkled fantasy, 
I waltz whistling ~
in their whispering waves, 
where...

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Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever (Toller)

To “toll” is to dance like a fox
Luring mallards or teals to the rocks
Where a hunter’s awaiting
What the dog has been baiting
Scaring duckies right out of their jocks

The Old English...

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A dreary sun shoots its milk-warm and colorless sun rays that
in this jovial season should be harmonious and radiant;
raves themselves are wearing the funeral dress...
they croak, lament, and cringe at ghostly shadows
that set a murky...

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What would be of my life
Without insanity
It is this portal that opens at will
To massage my feeble mind
To understand that the finite
Is unreal
Ah dreams of colors that never will
Invade the pupils
Who only see
Faded teals
I wonder...

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you distract me. and deny. and you defraud me. you destroy. me. you dream of me. and distance me. you are diffetent from me. maybe you aren't me. and maybe I don't hear love's melody....

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                Panagiota and The Autopsy


An autopsy, I found, educational to the max!
Those sacred, holy,human body parts, being 
removed part by...

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Kant komment keener
Loony labour greens and teals
Liberal loosers
Rorts and squeals..Alphabet soup
They they can't connect.'
Their voice was rejected.'
Whars up next? 
Reckless toothles renewable fuels
Concocted by morons, and peddled
By fools.' Elbows comrades gather round
Theres Michelle Rowland as...

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I: Sheep
 (A poem about Covid)

next door to 19 chimneys
and 'the dark satanic mills'
a flock of sheep is grazing
oblivious in the hills.


II: Other Animals
(They do all exist!)

goblin sharks and pangolins
sea pigs, star-nosed moles

mata matas, sugar...

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They named me the wilderness quail
I'm not as pretty as other birds are,
my feathers are golden, brown and frail;
I hide when a storm starts and my bizarre
behavior becomes fret, no stone pine
can protect me on...

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Written: May 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods

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I’m neither harmonious nor a hidden hymn
Who said I'm wedded...

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Elaborate me through your fields 
Thorny planks of melting teals 
Grey as a thunder under blue 
Dry me upon the full moons 
Quench me at the brink fulls 
Then cast me down again 
Crawly I...

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Reborn, a Christian fallacy
dreams that have haunted me
left handed, what a shame
someone has to bear the blame

a teddy bear that never speaks
guards the child from attic squeaks
goulish figures of a mothers glow
a fallen angel I...

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"outer space
wild blue yonder the dress she wore
Awesome
Ahh, she dazzled me
As she walked by me
Sweet beauty
Radiant the cloth that covers her
She’s blessed… she wore a 
Blue dress
A smoken bronze woman
One of God’s daughters
Blessed
Worn a blue...

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Hyacinths in a trance, bewitched by hysteria,
Amid the shadows of a mythological eclipse.
Elixir of roseate red oozing out loose progeria,
In islands where the sea weeps azure breaks.

Amid the shadows of a mythological eclipse,
Daunting me subtly...

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reacclimating after the climatic gavel falls
after sunrise and sunset and flamingoes
   after wood, Rembrandts and aluminum
after prodigy, prodigal and guitar strings
      and chatter. after all what matters
is chroma-splash,...

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Hear me mates, before its too late.'
Get awake..Not woke! It'll send you broke.)
I have cried in anger.' In sadess and rage.'
At the counrys humilliation, and the world its stage
Its time to leave ideaologys that steal...

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Amber is my color
It's a color of ember
Remember December…
How cold it was - I remember
It is now November…
No longer October…

Amber is my color
It's a color of ember 
My mind is such a blur
I can hardly...

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COLOR FORMS

The movers and shakers of art delight.
In the shadowbox-brain they regain sight.

Dear Dorothy clicks her sarcoline heels.
Her striped boat sailing on sea-hued teals.

Zenith dawn blazes in coquelicot hue.
The artist’s tipsy trees blushed pink and...

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Oh midnight of spring; a lustrous parade,
In azure twirls enticing moonglow's array
The bolder blues, the lighter teals that spark;
While violets hum their notes of rhapsody.

Dusk arrives with turquoise rays soon to vanish
Mirroring  quietude which...

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With the river finally free
the birders in their migration
collect along the shore
lost loves and memories
as not a duck is to be seen

not knowing better it would seem
that spring is missing something



MISSING:

    ...

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