Short Trumpeter Poems

trumpeter swans 
glide across a placid stream,
driving along with them...
ripples....

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silently gliding
across the freshwater marsh
the trumpeter swan




Date written: 01/03/2020...

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ten trumpeter swans
making a French horn-like call
white noise of snowfall

French horn rehearsal
swimming among river reeds
Alaskan concert

     (Double Haiku)...

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Trump Is A Trumpeter Swan

Trump is trumpeter swan singing in lake,
And had been enlarged by an earthquake;
We would fear,
No longer here;
Did disappear after was found to be fake.

Jim Horn...

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Crazy white rabbit trumpeter had a magic horn
You could hear its cloudy sound past the Iowa corn
I think he is in cups again my great-great-grandma said.
She always knew when he was stoned out of his head....

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A horn in jazz is a lot like a heart.
At times it blares it's loudest in love.  19

 

At times a pin drops in silence.
The neighbors won't complain. 14

 

I never thought God to be a fan of blues.
My ears like an open door.  17...

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Three long years pass and now the trumpeter Sounds
As doth the hopefuls tread out upon the track 
Dreams of tomorrow now kindle in the dirt.
Kentucky Derby

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First Saturday in May
1875-2015...

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Which flying bird shall I choose to be?
Would Bird of Paradise suit me?
Owl, falcon or hawk might be fun.
Bohemian waxwing is on the run.
Trumpeter Hornbill or Military Macaw?
King vulture or Jackdaw?
Flamingo with her peachy color?
I can’t decide. I’ll ask my mother....

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TRUMPETER
Sandpaper comments,
Intolerant, indignant,
White House jihadist.

UN denier,
Mega-tweeter, Putin’s pal,
Friend of common man?

Hair like swan feathers, 
Lips pursed in a brassy kiss,
No friend of Dizzy.

What Reveille wakes
Billionaire soldiers of change.
Your new president....

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I mince my words,a Wordsmith I am,
believe me and be part of my scam,
there is no truth, there is no lie,
just a Wordsmith of words am I,
I am not a trumpeter,a Wordsmith I am,
my music is prose and poetry Ma'am,
I don't stand by my word,for I set the word free,
they're but drops of water in a deceit-filled sea....

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So Proudly Trump Failed

When down everyone Trump again hailed,
Said to them so proudly I have failed;
Had to admit,
Together forget;
Down under bills sank and not sailed.

James Horn

Without Trump, the Reporter's Supper
was great. 

Trump like a swan is a Trumpeter;
Loud noice and fat neck have to endure....

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   Cool, crisp night air
      carries the call of the loon

   Two trumpeter swans
      croon timeless tunes... 

   Hey, what’s that banging
      drowning out romance so soon

   Why, just the calming rhythms
      of college kids drumming

   Not to worry... quite soon 
      all ears will be numbing
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Crone arrived masked as crescent moon.
We knew her by her star cape and her attitude.
I was wearing a warring pirate ship as a skirt.
The day was ripe for all kinds of shenanigans.

A trumpeter arrived to announce the next eclipse.
It’s one of those knottsy-tottsy-rottsy days.
I put on my star gazing hat, and tried to look average.
Difficult for someone as creative as me....

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Neither with brutality nor ferocity
But with calm resolute tranquility
Awareness & attention in tandem
Move in the linear time continuum 
Whilst mind-body is the trumpeter 
Joyful loving heart is the puppeteer 

This being what is meant
Rise equalling the descent
Centre everywhere
Circumference nowhere
Within the void of every pulse
Re-cognition is instantaneous 

29-July-2020...

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Liberal or conservative 
the questionnaire asks
about migrants.

Fred’s in the middle.
Asked about The Wall 
he writes that he sees 

nothing wrong 
with hungry illegals 
crossing the border 

looking for work and 
nothing wrong with
the Trumpeter Swan 

sending them home
as long as no one is 
killed in the process.

But okay to give them
Wyoming and Cheney.
Plenty of room.


Donal Mahoney...

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Why so loud?
Go quiet into the night,
hear the cobblestones
announcing your departure 
from this world-
to an empty night.

The bars
collect all the people in this world.
They smile, feed off each other:
finding friends, eternal love.

You
are left with nothing
but a memory:
like a trumpeter sustaining a note,
a beautiful note
it is;
but the unspoken secret
of every sound,
is in the fragility of a breath...
is that it’s ending...
is that it’s ending......

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silent shadows sing praise to 
gossamer lace the Spider webs

give shape O fearless Wolf,
the night awaits your merciless feast

listen, Heaven calls you Trumpeter Swan!
your voice unites the light above

silent, fearless with blinding light,
all the earth shall rise as one

brush off the sands of man,
whose global scourge shall 
wither once more

claim your righteous throne
as ages have before you

O beauty among the planets
no words remain describe...

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