Loon Poems - Poems about Loon

Radiant crystals illuminate thee, nocturnal mistress in the wan dawn light where darkness drapes skies Requiem aeternam bright halo, lies heaven’s portal Winters wispy cirrus refracting ring circling Mohawkin bespeaks of a Christmas cold moon …December’s icy grip ...

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Dappled light shimmered from a golden moon, and peered into a grove of bent willow trees. Arched branches swayed in a gentle breeze, as if shadow dancing to the song of a loon as she warbled the lyrics of her mating tune. July 15, 2022 Bite Size Poem No 49 Contest Sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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My boyfriend acted like a loon He and I wasn’t in tune When I called it quits He gave me the s Then tells me he’s moving to the moon...

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GOODLUCK Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll, Oozing pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes) On congruent grounds we let him, though we hated his coterie. Disappointed, we wail, waiting substitute to end the reign of quack Lacklustre, insipid and a pervading naivety. Unvaried captain rocks this boat, gagged by plunderers. Circles...

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What women stuff in their knickers Would scare the Hell out of vicars But girls must know Win, Place, and Show The Best of Blue Ribbon liquors...

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I woke up one late afternoon My head did feel like a balloon Outside on the grass Was an awful mass My friend was as drunk as a loon...

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Loon Who Would Love a Lark When Trump sang we had to hark; Raving mad who seemed so stark; Angels said, He wet bed; Loony as a loon that loved a lark. Jim Horn...

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Loon Who Would Love a Lark When Trump sang we had to hark; Raving mad who seemed so stark; Angels said, He wet bed; Loony as a loon that loved a lark. Jim Horn...

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the loon hurling its call across the lake posted on September 6, 2019...

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GOODLUCK Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll, Our feeble lord enforced by pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes) On congruent grounds of pain we forced him, though we hated his coterie. Disappointed, we wail waiting surrogate to lead to unending journey of relief Lackluster, jejune as pervading rot lingers Unvaried captain rocks our...

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I woke before sunrise Beauty all around me An overwhelming silence I sat and took it in Food for my soul The loon called out From the stillness of the lake I knew I was at heaven’s gate Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SUNSETTING WHISPERS~ 2020 Submitted on March 9, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE B sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE...

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Harry was a yelp and a skip and laugh every day. His clothes were red, and his voice a cackle. He made the kids jump, and he made them play. He was nuts, the grown ups said. But I was a lad, and loved him better than my Uncle Mot. He was hilarious, told jokes, and stories about hangings. He made...

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The Year of the Loon Tis the Year of the Loon One Who sings a different tune Sits on His Throne of Gold Telling Us Do as You are told He rules by lies and hate for others When we all should be Brothers How can so many follow a fool They take pleasure in others pain We must stand up and Be what...

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THE FORLORN LOON The sound of the forlorn loon Came hauntingly across the bay Shining near bright as day In the sky was a huge white moon When I approached the tiny creek Where I knew the loon would be I wondered why a creature such as he Would be one I'd take time to seek I felt as though the mournful sound This bird...

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“Pictures could not be accessories to the story – evidence – they had to contain the story within the frame; the best picture contained a whole war within one frame”. Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters “There is a widespread belief – one with no historical or grammatical foundation - that it is an error to...

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