Short Wingtips Poems

thy wingtips
touch these 
white clouds
i shall not grow
weary of thee
until this
sky painted blue...

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To eat fish as they’d planned
Weeping cries both day and night
Following trucks deep inland
Wingtips black their bodies white
Far away from their native shores

By Robb A. Kopp...

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no words
tame me
love
fell
in
a
welding rod bucket
mental love puppets
parrots flopping down
mockingbirds drowned
last canary got shoved
gas chamber
cage loved
feathers sucking flames
watching wingtips dancing on fires remains
?...

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October Sky – three haiku


#1

lightning strobes hearts
thunder uncoiling whips crack
eye stinging terror




#2

frosted exodus
wingtips warming on the fly
suns iced crystal glare





#3

cold hoar frost rainbow
saddened cornucopia
tears of failing sun




John G. Lawless
8/19/2015...

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He chose to play the cheater’s hand.
The stakes were worth his manhood.
He perished in his paddock boots
Like Wild Bill did in Deadwood.

The edge of the assassin’s blade
Was cold and unforgiving.
The dead get stripped of dignity.
The spoils go to the living.

The hitman shut the stable door,
A bone saw in his hand, 
The blood drops on his wingtips?
Just the jockey’s reprimand.
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I have always run with a Phoenix 
Don’t try and tell me how to fly 
Smoked passion singed wingtips 

You never saw the fire in my eyes 
But you lit a match and watched it burn
Every single time you made me cry

Tears of a Phoenix take a magical turn 
Every nightmare keeps on intensifying  
Edge of death is a welcome rebirth 

Scream, howl, leave me shattering
Tears of a Phoenix they heal anything....

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