Long The crane Poems

The Trial.

 

Arthur, Sammy, Davis, Junior, Stevie Wonder, Bob, Mick, Sue, Carver. You are being charged with the partial demolition of a listed building. Endangering the life of one, Mavis Stepney. How do you plead.

Not...

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Again the alarm is set.

Strawberries, date squares…Yum, Yum.   

The alarm rings again. The tea party is over.

 She returns to her perch where her wings are immediately clipped by the Bald Eagle who...

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I feel the wind passing through my hair blowing a sweet aroma in the atmosphere; the birds in the trees are flying around with glee and the scent of the fish blowing from the sea...

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THE DRAGLINE  for Pete Brett 

One hundred foot boom 
 7-½-yard bucket 
The tracks are like 
 Ones on the tracks of a tank
They go chunk clunk and clank  

Arm of the boom...

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Little Blue Bird of rain.

Rain, rain go away
Little Blue Bird of Rain, needs to shine again
In her version the sun dried, up all her tears
Leaving hurtful rain inside the bird
Destructive past sudden cheers
Waking up to...

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Not advertising that flippant flick. I just want to know
where my blooming flivver is. It ruffles my feathers no
end to find out, when exiting the embassy,
that my buggy's whereabouts are a mystery.

I must meet Sherry...

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I feel I must put this experience out there.
This took place about ten years ago in my room while meditating.

(Whilst in a trance-like state) I looked up facing the sunrise through a great trilithon, I...

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With ancient mysteries you come
In your full light, hearts you do strum
Amid rituals some succumb
To your heartbeat played on a drum
Your names do change meanings for some
January wolf howls a thrum
Eerily call family hum
Never knowing...

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I know the Bear.
     watcher, courage
          unpredict(ability)
I know the Snake.
     wisdom of initiation

I know the Wolf.
I know a...

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The finch dances merry, weaving feathers into music
That spills from overeager beaks and drips light onto slick wings 
Which beat in time with the song, fluttering, flittering, 
Finding life in the sky and where the...

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The calls of the flocks          to this years migration
a roving community       of birds in each nation
rising and diving  ...

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Be of good cheer
                               ...

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I’m criminally insane, I’ve got a lot on my brain, my life's down the drain, and I’m riding a train. The ghost has been slain, I’m using a cane, to walk on this gravel and...

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im criminally insane, ive got alot on my brain, my life's down the drain, and im riding a train. the ghost has been slain, im using a cane, to walk on this gravel, and escape...

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God knows I'm a country girl,
and wouldn't trade it for nothin' in this world.
Long brown hair and big brown eyes,
I'll take you on an exciting ride,
to the big beautiful countryside.
Get ready to hang on tight.
Gonna...

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The pine tree stands straight in the clouds,
For it is ashamed of any curves and bends.
Various wild vines do not concede defeat,
They cling and climb to the top to compete.
Autumn flowers are in bright purple...

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I am a crow.
And I refused to eat the flesh. 
I am a dissident
And now my feathers
Will never be black again.

I am a crow.
And I have left the evil mark.
I am no longer close to...

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Beaten down by the torns of war 
Destroyed to the soul 
With reopened sours 
With the eyes that bitterly pours 
With the broken n deserted 
Let us raise the silent voice of our 
souls 
And...

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High above gray Manhattan’s marge,
‘Midst toothsome towers in the sky, 
A construction crane there looms large,
Dwarfing the crowds of passersby.

A new building grows, rising high,
Clouding another patch of sky.
A tower for trade will arrive
Where businesses...

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As apes that muddled the streams rather than quenching their thirst
Pharisees went to the temple for mischief; not to pray.
Like death-stalker scorpions, in stinging, they were well-versed
In the man with a drooped hand, the predators...

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Observance

                                It is time...

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If I should find a Butterfly, 
Neath the Willow tree, 
I’d recall how she’d been an ugly bug, 
But now a wondrous, sight to see. 
 
If I could talk to a Dragonfly, 
Hovering by...

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All birds are the same.

The Raven. A stereotypical malevolent guide,
Seeking the souls of all those who hide.

The Crow. A rogue of master disguise,
Leading all the wicked to their inevitable demise.

The Vulture. A scavenger of pain,
Who...

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First came a moon
Then it was the second
Words called me night and noon
Pink pearls of passion

First it tasted blue
Then as birds joined the moon
Your love in view 
Oranges in dune

Shadow in the tea
Your chiselled poems...

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The flight is past,  the crane is gone
and there above the silt and clay,
the scattered reeds and sticks 
of sheltered birth,  
the precipice and promise of a life
are disappearing, soon to leave
no trace...

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