Long Warbles Poems

The Naked brazen placid blue
Meets its foe the dark forbidding nemeses
Who unleashes his growing anger and fury
Obliterating and defeating his enemy
Proclaims a victory and unrolls his miserable shroud
With utter contempt
And spews his venom
Impregnating his virgin...

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He plays throughout the house at night 
a braille touch for his lack of sight
and dreams of all the crippled things 
with broken legs and shattered wings.

The bandage on his wounded eyes 
will be there...

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My twilight Dream Catcher.

Sweet melodies tug at my heart strings.
The waves roll in as the blue whale sings.
As empty moonbeams fade,
In the cosmos evenly laid.
Layers of complexity.
Clouds meandering are a formality.
A tonic of love, a...

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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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Dawn Forever Rising

It starts

Street lights fade
their tiny soft-winged tenants flee
checkerboard facades change
last night's illumined squares now dark
become but yesterday's portals
some polished
some weather streaked
all reaching to reflect first breath

Steam ascends from the city's vacuum
gratings rattle with...

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Old Mr. Nicholson
totters across the town square
to the barbershop where
Clive has cut his hair
for the last forty years or so

Not hardly needing
even a trim
but pretending
he has a reason besides
the gossip waiting within

Inside, the shop smells...

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It’s Thursday morning, the twelfth day lock-down here. While sitting cozily in my room’s balcony with a bible and ukulele, some tiny birds perch tamely at the balustrade inviting me to play the most romantic...

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My mind is empty
Like a long corridor
With a light flickering
On and off
The paint is peeling
And chunks fall from the ceiling
A pen rolls across the floor
Useless and without ink
So I pick it up
And stab myself
Letting blood...

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                               “no sweeter sounds of...

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And            You
                      ...

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The crow, a prophet in the pines, 
Caws a lament, a mournful chime. 
Is it winter's grip he fears, 
Or a world grown cold, with unseen tears? 

The curlew pipes a mournful song, 
Across the...

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Suzette Prime/Free Verse



undulating yowls 
both sides of my hemispheres
reverberates through the ears
sadness
rejection
continuously play
the mind longs for its most melodious display
nature sings in sweet harmony with every raindrop
amidst the howl of the gale
whimpering of leaves 
drives...

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I will steal a million star kisses
from the farthest point of the abysmal sky
Pluck them like the strings of my guitar 
then lay them at your feet in a basket of thorny wilderness
wild and laden...

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Tireless feet treading for hours through heavy snow,
making long trails to escape isolation
with a longing for a cleaner sky over a weeping willow;
isn't brightness that sign of liberation?  

I've noticed the worrisome canaries gather
not...

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Listen to the wisdom, oozing from the wheezing  woods, 
Whimpering in euphony, far from the bustling boulevards,
Crooning, mumbling mellow chirping soothing strains. 
The warbling of the warbles, buzzing of the bumblebees, fetching sputtering riddles!...

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Gaping open raw war exhales vapors 
In the frigid gray stillness excavating
My souls for the unseen harvest
Reflected in the leaves desiccating

Through walls of fogs pale faces stare
And disappear like a random shiver
Like a slick violin...

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In late March one starts thinking
of spring with those cherry blossoms
that a few days ago were small
buds, but frost kept them from 
blooming and show their splendor;
would a fierce wind disperse them?

In a remote forest,...

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Imprisoned in a cloistered world that he can never share,
Touching and handling all objects that he will never see,
Hearing different voices from lips he can never look upon,
Suffering the churl's cruelty never even seeing the...

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Imprisoned in a cloistered world that he can never share,
Touching and handling all objects that he will never see,
Hearing different voices from lips he can never look upon,
Suffering the churl's cruelty never even seeing the...

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Quiet ... to ... Hush ...
                             ...

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on hyaloid shade phylum
of zaffre azure
swish
soulful scrutinize
apodictic vinculum
magniloquent 

wandering of wispy whooshes
wrapping wisps of weird warbles
shrivel olive trees
overflow no omen
drenched in sweat
summoned by chimera
once called passion
title assertion? 

baud pace of rimless dreams
blurred bark
bare branches
fruitless leaves
unfetter'd
sky...

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The old lady with white hair slowly tottles out onto the porch in the cold damp air.
She pulls the rocker back away from the dampest part of the porch and sits
listening to the sounds of...

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As the continuous rain trickles from the roof and the gentle breeze stirs the
wind chimes to play tunes, a bird warbles chere, chere, to a lady friend
who answers cheer.The rain is cold and uninviting to...

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As the cold spring rain drips from tiny spring green leaves, birds quietly hide 
in nest and eaves.  The roosters crow encouraging the sun to shine through the
clouds but the depths of the clouds'...

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As the continuous rain trickles from the roof and the gentle breeze stirs the
wind chimes to play tunes, a bird warbles chere, chere, to a lady friend
who answers cheer.The rain is cold and uninviting to...

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