Swan Poems

VLADIMIR VLADIMIROVICH PUTIN

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin,
the KGB dictator the West has been courtin’.
Evoking Swan Lake by revealing his black heart;
for democracy he obviously has no regard.

black swan

Lonely, naked, in the corn fields,
a stranger to this new awakening,
stitching upon new found flesh,
upon the recently perished dead.

A bloody vessel cannot sail,
and the pull-ness from the tide,
and the fields whip the wind gale,
and this leaves the shape open blind
the blind-ness sees with open shut eyes

spinning sweet, saliva,
to our child-hood waifa
innocence turns to antics,
bronze bleeding

1401 Hiku Not a Swan Song

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A Pair Of Glasses, A Swan, And An Origami Clock

Nature is calling,
your hips swaying.
A light snowfall takes
place in a winter 
breeze.

The footprints of a doe
and her fawn grace the
land in fragments.

Broken bits of
grass poke out
from where they
were last seen, in
brown, sticky
patches.

A moose,
a rabbit,
a raccoon—
resting, rejuvenating,
saving their strength.

Birds chirp,
wolves howl.
I close my eyes
and know I’ve
made it.

Did you make it
to Italy, sparrow?
For I am yet to
make

swan

floating without fuss
pristinely white and regal
swan on waldens pond

Baby Duck Testing Boundaries - Not A Swan

Baby Duck Testing Boundaries – Not A Swan

If I Could Choose My
Superpower, “Oh
Genie Of The 1001
Lamps… All Lamp Lights…”

It Would Be
Non-Conformity…
Perspectives Are
Hidden Everywhere,
Many Still Absolutely
Unique.

And Because It’s 
An Actual Power,
Nobody Can Say:
“He's One Of Those, 
Or He's One Of These..
We Know That Kind,
Make Sure It's Fixed…”
Because It Is SUPER!
No Need To Fix.

If This Sounds Familiar
To

When Autumn Speaks

Leaves descend on whispered breath,  
Like letters lost, unsent, unread,  
The earth exhales a chilled caress,  
Where fading days in silence tread.

October threads its smoky skein,  
Weaving tales in dusk's embrace,  
Each word a leaf, a fleeting stain,  
Drifting slow through time and space.

Cold winds hum in hollow halls,

Swan Maneuver

Hear ye, hear ye, have you heard 
about the most beautiful bird,
the swan, who's pretty smart.

In fair or stormy weather,
They put their heads together
To make a single heart. 

He Sleeps Like All Babies

nestled in the lily of the valley leaves is baby swan
He looks all cozy in the droplets of morning dew.
I spied him secured there at daybreak, an April dawn
What a pretty baby, his bill has a teensy touch of blue.
He sleeps like all babies, content, knowing his mama’s love.
He is snug and tidy in plants

Kicking over the Traces

blinkered by formal training  
counting bright abacus beads of syllables  
mindful not to step on cracks—  
rhythm is everything 

     the audience  c h e e r s !!!  
   the runner-up jeers— 
maybe next time the nexus of …


the bows and brasses displayed

The Duality of Fatherhood

a secret    d   r   e   a   m    of peace
youth making dreamers of all – 
amidst enemy   F. I.R.E
p a s s I o n s   rode   H  I  G  H – 
he

haiku : hiku : swan

haiku : swan
—————-
feathers of grace white
glide across waters of time 
swallow dragonflies
hiku
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f
e
athe
      R
        s
              Of

          GRACE
     

Seaborne Longing

a forgotten hope chest – 
linen   s!t!i!t!c!h!e!d   with love by candlelight  
   c   r   u   m   b   l   e    now to the mere touch—
past companionship … forgotten  s n a t c

Indispersed Echoes

my psychic energy 
[contained]
like a Matryoshka doll—
chafing for release … to see the light 
beyond mere existence

to flow freely
         unbound
              by constraints

the Victoria Island of Life: 
       

Suzette' s Swan

.
the King’s Game
protected by law
     but an aerodynamic 
             l.a.w 
                     onto itself
the swan’s landing approach
an ungainly affair
 

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