Long Thrushes Poems

Yes, love is no more or less reliable the more you check on this. Just like the frigid days of winter make their way for the pleasures that lay in awe of Spring I'm finding....

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There are actual people
half woman half man
running mornings and
dream people in movies
half language half light.
Tomorrow is John’s funeral.

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This is my minute
my moment
Oops, gone!

Anything can happen
if you don’t resist
Resist!

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But who am I? You think bullets won’t
kill?...

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The old sorcerer was teaching his apprentice a lesson about the moon, but as usual the subject drifted, this time, to witches. “How would I know a witch if I saw one?” The apprentice asked.

“It’s...

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The red-bellied woodpeckers
and wood thrushes of Central Park ...
hanging in majestic oaks
and shady dogwood trees,
woke up early to greet
the glowing sun from the East,
and unable to speak 
in the human voice...
they used their melodies
to send...

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In a small hamlet people were outside their dwellings staring up at a heavy black sky,
Wind lashed the trees and front doors a big storm was about to happen and very soon,
Small ice flakes whipped...

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There were ripples of the sparkling stream.
The crystalline water was mirroring the blue sky.
That befriended with the sun’s wonderful beam.
Beams of the dazzling looking golden eye.

The background was overflowing with mountains.
Mountains with snowcapped peaks,
Their attainment...

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Quote:"In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins."
Elizabeth Goudge

In the depths of my soul, I strive to be pure,
To...

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The Trolls of Ayeres

                         Glare the Stare that speaks in volume
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"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."  E.E. Cummings

Hello my dearest darling, it was our time to wake,
The rustic rooster had already roused my...

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In his songbook,
are raving songs of beauty,
which thrushes around the phrases of my mind

and embroiders my soul on an errand 
into a white night of a white Christmas, 
in a white dreamland, 
and having sleepless...

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(A lone voice whispers)

It's early morning as I stand here in our old bedroom 

Listening to my old friends the robins, blackbirds, and thrushes 

The twitterings, tweeting and chirps of wild birds

That now live in...

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If you're travelling through Dakota,
     near the Black Hills mountain range,
Send for me the pictures
     of everything that might have changed.
Do the deer still run freely?
 ...

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“The melody of birdsong resonates the tune of companionship 
in the silent ether of loneliness” – Quote by poet


In one seraphic spring’s glowing dawn pearly,
I saw a delicately weaved artwork of bird nest,
nestled on the...

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Women, how can I make you a fair definition?            
You have nurtured 6 billion live children        ...

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I planted two black current stumps of un-remarkable descript on the packet.
An all wirery and stringy affair well dug in and enriched 
I expected juicy black currents ! Vitamin packed.  

I could not imagine...

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In November I write of winter
  for I am weary of the old year and tired bones
I visualize all hardships blanketed with fresh snowfall
geese in a "V" as they flee on trade winds to...

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Out in the middle of a large farmland, I become a girl of old charm and unexpected songs again. Past the flanks where cluttered rows of hyacinths and ferns quiver, disarranged huts begin to shake...

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Sitting alone on a park bench surrounded by a natural beauty that only I can appreciate at
this moment in time. Oh, there are occasional intruders in this beautiful place, a few
joggers with their MP3’s hanging...

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I want to walk across the field to the giant oak.
Two ropes hang from its outstretched branch.
They swing back and forth over the seat,
the one which they strung up for years;
and the seat sank with...

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Heart filled with happiness, eyes much merry; cheeks color strawberry,
just running through fields of ripe huckleberry,
keeping away from the buzzing, restless bees...
going to a from their sweet hives hanging from massive apple trees.



More than childhood...

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An oak tree stood beside a narrow stream
All bent and twisted like an agéd man
So gently flowed the stream through ancient roots
While laughing with the innocence of youth

In summertime the children came to play
Within the...

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Having engaged in unlawful
Sexual intercourse
The hunter inflicted suffering
Upon my dissent.
Trained for rapid eye movement
He showcased with a violent temper
And in conversation
How it was for the purpose
Of my moral improvement
That in his chasuble
He designed to subdue...

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In the resplendent dawn of one seraphic spring
I saw a delicately weaved bird nest nestled
on the baroque bough of the magnolia tree
in full bloom in the backyard lawn. 
 
Since then I see every morn...

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"In the echo of silence, the whispers of the Divine are heard."  By Rumi

I entered the winding path into the captivating vale
Surrounded by ice-capped mountains and ancient trees
Firs, larches, redwoods, spruce, and ash, all...

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In the woods beyond the city lights,
Stood a tree that knew no fear of heights,
An oak majestic, its foliage lush,
The perfect home, both safe and plush.

A family of thrushes claimed it as their own,
To raise...

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