Short Awing Poems

Beautiful music 
when you reach my ears I hush
awing your songs whim...

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Under the awing
Sitting on my deck 
Enjoying the cool shade
I hear the dove singing

Her famous song comes
Hidden by the trees
She is not in sight
Yet she seems close by

Suddenly a bird is flying out
Away from the tree
This bird I see is fleeing
It could be her....

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Unseeing Streetlamps 


Under the celestial awing
degrees of darkness
Stygian night or silky blue
Secret light seeps out of
manifold hurts
soon absorbed by night's hue 
By the quay, lovers watch the light
commit suicide 
in dark waters
Only the sleepless see this 
and prowlers with knives 
killing with passion...

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The pursuers


Under the celestial awing 
there are degrees of darkness
stygian and silky night-blue.
Secret light seeps out of hurts
soon absorbed by night´s hue.
By the quay, lovers watch the light
Commit suicide in dark waters.
Night prowlers with knives
killing someone with a passion
and bath in blood at midnight....

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Humbling foliage, sprinkled in a bed
A quiltlike pattern, reflecting heaven’s eiderdown,
In notes, like a musician playing out the ballad
Restoring hope in pieces - in precious leaves,
Stems resolving to color the heart in reprieve
Heterogeneous knowledge in the awing power of leaves and stems,
Plants who live to silence every darkness – hushing
Even the pain and fear, awakening inspirations so rich and dear

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Wrinkles and twinkles 
Wind colored cheeks
Callused old feelings  well hidden
His awareness of life is a tangible thing
brittle as slow tempered glass
The song of a startled starling awing
Or the croak of a frog in a midden
nothing is missed in the tense or the sense
But the knowledge that this too will pass
From life as a boy
He has learned to enjoy
Each moment as if it were last
To treat sorrow as if it were past
and fate however tis cast...

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