Short Cowl Poems

As the dread spirit’s cowl slid back, a stench so foul
it burned was released, the greeting of the deceased....

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The cowl or other churchly attire
The priest’s habit soiled with desire
The fanciest should Lucifer hire
His noxious nature will not expire...

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The car and the driver were stock
and trying to outrun the clock.
They had Cowl Induction,
erectile disfunction,
a rod that departed the block....

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snow and the blanketing midnight surrounds,

muffles the madness,

and snuffs out the sounds,

rising in billows 

from wandering souls,

fluff up your pillows

and stare through the holes,

letting in moonlight,

like eyes of an owl,

asking Who

loves you,

beyond deaths'

dark cowl....

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Sad clown, twisted scowl
Broken frown under misted cowl

Hateful grin, stubblepit chin
Eyes that spin, no next of kin

Forsaken old troll, asleep in a hole
The joke’s on him, the prognosis is grim

Don’tcha laugh…at this clown
He’ll take you down

Don’tcha laugh, nope no way
And alive you might stay…for today.

Let him be
Let him be...

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Many believe love a fantasy to be;The greater fantasy believing themselves to love.
Eros irritates me. For agape I hope.
Perhaps a monastic I should be and wear the cowl, sparring my soul from sorrow, though deep within I hold a heart full of love which I hide for fear of heartlessness from this foul realm , filled with insincerity and hypocrisy...

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Before me is the majestic snow owl
Wing span so large it covers my whole side
He surely keeps his mighty cloak and cowl
Before me is the majestic snow owl
He’s the greatest of the birds, best of fowl
Owl hoots showing that he has his own pride
Before me is the majestic snow owl
Wing span so large it covers my whole side

Russell Sivey...

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Bent and bundled
in the cold woods. Hot breath
rolling out white ghosts.

Among the tall and grey boned -
these shadow-less trees
freeze framed
under a grey cowl sky.

Hungry woods are these
that swallow sound, churn
it into sleep-waking words.

Snow groans in the tree-tops.
A wolfish wind numbs,
I wish I could enter
any cardboard box
in any homeless town....

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I watched as the panorama
found harmony
the sky slipped into the
white lipped mouth
of mountains


supplication floated


blue turned mute,
mixed with Grey’s
of twilight,
her fingers
lightly took one last
grasp on Azimuths cowl,
then disappeared
for the half turn


in a depth of silence
the first movement
of night,


was to regain
her stolen breath 
of awe...

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A shadow hidden within a shadow
Readying to make another widow
Cloak as black as deepest space
Within the cowl there is no face
Tall and thin he stalks the earth
Following each from our birth
He has our card marked true and clear
Of this being so many live in fear
For you he will come some day
There is no chance to get away
We all eventually face our fate
And follow death through life’s last gate...

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I love to wear a turtleneck,
A boat neck or a cowl
But offer me a V-neck
And I guarantee a scowl.

A scoop’s a possibility
And I will sport a crew
Yet I cannot explain just why
A V-neck will not do.

A sweetheart neckline flatters
And a halter is ideal.
A square or off-the-shoulder,
If the mood hits, has appeal.

Whenever I go shopping, 
I know what feels right for me,
And that is why I’ll rarely wear
A neckline with a V....

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As an ether 
on the wind 
it calls to me,
beckoning 
from the sublime,
reaching past all time
all knowing 


Breathing into the glass 
fogging me, 
in the mystery of tomorrow,
an essence of self
renews faith,
I lay apart my soul,
lifting up the cowl 
that covers my sins,


And I weep 
For the things 
I have done,
laughing 
for the things 
yet to be,
and hope
that nothing ,
but peace 
descends on all
in graced pieces...

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Broken clouds allowed moonlight
onto the bed where I lay thinking
My bones ache, my hands 
grow more crooked every day,
To use them is painful, very
This hospital bed is where 
my life continues, cats
on each side
Food is hard to come by
but I have little appetite any more
Best night's rest came when
diabetic coma kept me out
for twelve hours
Fear knits a cowl over
my face and my heart dances
One day I will be no more
Oh, God, let there a heaven be...

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It was just a year ago...

the skies were blue,
the seas did roar,
the tree who grew
and crows that cowl.
the bells would ring,
the wind would sting,
the snow would fall,
the rodents would crawl
the shifting earth,
the uplifting soul,
that childish mirth,
or that muddy puddle and hole.

I had my kiss,
I had my share,
I had my ride,
I had my hair.
I had my heart,
I had my strength,
I was but smart,
I took things to lenght.

But that was just a year ago......

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When evening came she ran out alone
Shedding her skin and matters within
As the moon shone overhead
The shadowed trees filling with dread! 

Out of home and out of time
She ran alone till she ran into her kind
The night hiding inside of a cowl 
As the evening star shone like a silent howl! 

She looked down at all that was said
The light slowly fading, the day almost dead
Expect for the moon there was no one to hear
She was standing alone facing her fears! 

8.11.22...

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Goodbye, Lover.
I banish you to the dark corners of my mind.
To fade in darkness.
To be forgotten.

Until you haunt me...
... in dreams.

Or in a rose you would have picked for me.

Until I drive by that dirt road where we made love on your cowl induction hood.

When I see an orange push-up popsicle.
The memory of citrus flavor cool and crisp.
Summer heat banished by the car windows rolled down.
          When you made me laugh, louder than the 455,
                   Until I cried....

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Im tired of pointing the finger
And laying aproximate blame
Endless conversations which
Meander on for days
Can we really make a difference
Smoking in your kitchen
Revolutionary words
Bang the world to rights
Are there really future leaders
Getting stoned In here tonight?
I have opinions on bent politicians and 
broken bankers
Drug laws and illegal wars
But lets not try to save the world 
Over a nice hot cup of tea
Id rather live in the world as it actually is
Than ponder how it should be...

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One Year Old Toddler - Hatt Williams

A Limerick by James Edward Lee Sr.


There once was a young man who prowled
He liked eating food and he wear a  cowl
It was rather vain
But not very mean
He just couldn't say no to the chow

Here is this young man from Omaha
He said, "See me in my many hats"
I have so many that,
My older sister clothes are in moms closet
I model them in from of my Grand pa

4/7/19
Written words by  James Edward Lee Sr.   2019©...

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