Long Tweeters Poems

I was a skilled, dedicated CIA agent, helping to preserve national security,
By searching for and garnering information, as silvery rain ensures purity.

Days were spent perusing foreign material, or viewing international news,
Like walking a maze of...

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To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us all alone, without much needed fashion advice

The red light district...

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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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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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"I'm very happy being me, although sometimes I'd love to be a bird so
that I could fly." - Joy Fielding


Furrowing the crisp layers of thin air
flies the migratory songbird of charm,
the cheerful Robin on the...

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     The Mockingbird sings out his misleading best,
  
     in hopes to attract a dupe with a nest,

     where the squatter believes...

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In the crispy aromatic air of auburn autumn,
with the fluttering wings spanning the sky,
flies low in my meadow the little cheery Robin, 
the charming migratory songbird I like.

The chirping bird of bright flushing daylight,
tweeters the...

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As the spring zephyr smoothly sails,
with the wings spread wide skyward
flies low in grace the little nightingale,
the migrant charming songbird.

The lively bird of the bright daylight,
tweeters with morning sunburst zest,
keeps the rhythm of avian delight
within...

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In the crispy thin air of auburn autumn
with the wings spread to span the sky,
flies low the little cheery Robin, 
the migratory charming songbird.

The bird of bright flushing daylight
tweeters to the tune of spectral sunburst,
keeps...

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I count it that I’ve once again won
For being fifty one:
On this day, the 15th June
High my stereo with tweeters tune;
In noise–prosecuting quarters to Victory ululate,
In advance vowing to not later vacillate,
For only a just-caught-and-now-brooding...

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PUBLIC TRANSPORT NATION


AH..the joys of public transportation
The “T”, the “El”, the “Tube”
short trips through hell
wading through the masses of humanity
clinging to the subways lack of sanity
sleeping men and women – homeless
sprawled upon the benches,
the less...

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Twitter's aflutter with Trump's missing tweets,
The window the measure of how his heart beats,
Half of the tweeters relieved beyond words,
The other half chirping like a flock of lost birds.

On one hand the world has lost...

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Today you twitter, then you tweet,
as though to make your lives complete,
by echoing thoughts of people you admire.

Anticipating that great twitter,
you clutch your phones to reconsider,
the text-ed words of wisdom you desire.

You twitters prattle thoughts...

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THE SONGBIRD OF DAWN

In autumn’s air crisply thin, with wings spread skyward
flies low little cheery Robin, migratory charming songbird.
The bird of bright daylight tweeters with sunburst zest,
keeps the secrets of avian delight in silky scarlet...

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