Posts Tagged ‘Fly’

Far Reaching Visions

Posted: December 20, 2002 in Poetry
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Inside, a glowing silver sliver A secret, a blossom. Hush now, stop grinning madly. Cup it, feel it, close your eyes; Potential beading like dew On electric arms reaching. Promises made to be kept Keeping on, sparks flying, We reforge the sword With breath and sound, Far reaching vision, Laughter and love. Wave aside the [...]

Seagulls

Posted: September 12, 1995 in Poetry
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Sometimes the surf sings Be a seagull and fly! Along the crests of the waves That lap at the land. It is late at night And the mist of the sea Slips on to the streets, An extended arm of tide. My bicycle spokes churn Through the streetlamps’ gaze Until the darkness under the pier [...]

Pine Tree

Posted: April 3, 1995 in Poetry
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I climbed up as far as my courage And strength would take me One day in the life of a monkey-boy; Those branches were spaced With a long-armed youth in mind – A kind encouragement Beckoning boys to the heavens, That grandfather pine tree still stood As of the date of this writing, And it [...]

Archeopteryx

Posted: March 22, 1995 in Poetry
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The joy of writing With a well-inked pen Is enough to make me Write again. Now that I’ve found one To lie by my bedside On the open white page I’ll have the tool to try. I used to write a lot When I didn’t write For a living, but life is Surprisingly forgiving. And [...]

I’m looking at myself in the mirror and wondering who the fuck I am – wire-rim glasses, two day old growth of beard; cigarette dangling from my lower lip. FUCKING POETRY – I’ve been gone so long, writing to myself, watching my pen bleed from word to word across the page, tasting every letter, thinking [...]

How Angels Fly

Posted: September 27, 1993 in Poetry
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angels never think that they are flying when they really are – but they know and wonder when they look how far they’ve come – they know that they’ve been trying – they did, and have been, because they have believed some.

Dolphin Daughter

Posted: June 20, 1993 in Poetry
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A dolphin explodes from the water because she is the daughter of the foam that is flipped from her grey tail flying skywards and seawards, spraying dents into the surface of the sea. she plunges back under the covers of the ocean to meet the others, dolphins which, not caught in tuna nets, are free.

Dazzled Dizzy

Posted: April 6, 1993 in Poetry
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I have no gilded card to send, no quill to write beautiful words that still say I’m so sorry. sometimes the daybreak dazzles me dizzy but it has never been as beautiful as you, Dawn. and what have I done? crushed the wings of an angel like brushing powder from a moth’s; I only wanted [...]

A Valentine’s Poem

Posted: February 10, 1993 in Poetry
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I give you handfulls of candles to set your skies ablaze with stars at night. they’ll make you create and burn your hands they’’ make you scream with hurt and let you fly away into their flames – your mind. do you think you’ve driven me so far away that I won’t think of you [...]

Wind in my Eyes

Posted: February 8, 1993 in Poetry
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I where can I run to? I am hiding from myself again. I can’t turn around without feeling what I’ve done and where I’ve been. chorus I’m falling away and I fall through your sky I see the ground coming up and I forgot how to fly. you taught me before and I never knew [...]

Gnomes

Posted: February 3, 1993 in Poetry
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Geoff and I hiked to find a level place, to stretch out with the countryside, to stop and have a smoke. trading the pipe-stem back and forth – when one would speak, the other would listen – blowing thoughtful smoke rings and laughing with the ease of friends. we sat upon a king of rocks [...]

Another Poem that is Untitled

Posted: January 24, 1993 in Poetry
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I know that something’s changed, my bear’s stomach smells like you again but I’ll yell to myself. you come walking through my daydreams as if you were some travelling Indian who I must chase off my land. my hair’s getting long and in my face; both yours and mine, they’re red and brown like all [...]

Inkslinger

Posted: January 20, 1993 in Poetry
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my ink gleams wetly before it dries; my love burns fiercely before it dies or so it seems, disappears to surface in flying dreams. love long corridors of paisley flowers love perfect fires and books for hours space and time, meter and rhyme, still my ink flows on and across a purple crayon for my [...]

Kitty Litter

Posted: January 20, 1993 in Poetry
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if I was a cat I’ve chased a mouse of yours chewed it and played to your chagrin. dragons care so little – true dragons, not gold-hungry worms – that they’re made from clouds and always fly. an orange lightbulb transforms a room into a Wonderland; I made a game of room chess of all [...]

Untitled Poem #140

Posted: December 26, 1992 in Poetry
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A Dog looked up at a Crow; to fly would be freedom. A Crow looked down on a Dog; to love would be freedom. A Man looked between the two; to understand would be freedom.

He Stood Like a Tree

Posted: December 6, 1992 in Poetry
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he stood like a tree on the edge of a cliff before the sea and raised his arms as if wearing a cloak, as if they were wings. his voice flew to the clouds in the sky calling them to fly for him. the breathing of the wind hummed in his ears, the earth fell [...]

Eagle Feathers

Posted: November 27, 1992 in Poetry
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from my hair flutter many eagle feathers, tied to the dark ends of curls, framing my face in the chill wind which flies over flat expanses: the seas and the prairies. it is this wind which cloaks my feathered brothers and sisters while they hunt with their keen eyes. in these skies, dusted with clouds, [...]

Untitled Poem #-12

Posted: December 28, 1991 in Poetry
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I shot my poem with a bow I strung high away in the air up over the sun. I fly when I’m lonely with no one around. wild spinning up softly, ending up on the ground.

Jacuzzi Poet

Posted: December 21, 1991 in Poetry
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the squiggles of the moon in the water ‘round your feet is how powerful you are. when I close my eyes, I can see Alex flying.

Rock Breath

Posted: November 12, 1991 in Poetry
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where am I going tonight? crowded subway train full of sleepy dreamers; it never stops, but they get off. somehow I don’t notice, surrounded by nightclothes that are empty. I fly away to a mountain top and let my breath fall to the valley, happy in sleep. beautiful bat wings, and strength, watching plants grow, [...]

I, Ape

Posted: July 16, 1991 in Poetry
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I, ape, eat mushrooms in a forest of multicolored furniture all from the room of a girl I knew. the carpety grass is foaming upwards. shoes play hide and seek when I sneak around in the closet. they shut it always behind them. find them cavorting and wagging their tongues. I live in the closet. [...]

Wind

Posted: December 18, 1990 in Poetry
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the wind is always flowing going by. moving, testing, pushing, brushing past around the corners of my eyes. teasing, breathing secrets like shivers in my ears. tickling my hair, turning me around to see who’s there. punching holes in my clothing, always coming and leaving merrily and mischievously. the wind whistles tunelessly, madly at the [...]

Cellardweller

Posted: November 21, 1990 in Poetry
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I thought in my chrysalis cocoon that this caterpillar was going to change to a betterpillar, but with the soggy skin I left behind were a lot of the things I had fought to find, though now it looks like a cartoon. certain people trap me behind their eyes where I have to stand and [...]

Stuck

Posted: October 3, 1990 in Poetry
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Michael is stuck in his own little world others can only look in through the bars like a curious ape that scientists can’t explain. I throw gorilla chips at you. – - – if I don’t have it in my own little world, I will make it or dream it up somehow. incomprehensible, yes; to [...]

Window

Posted: March 16, 1987 in Poetry
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How does it feel to be so transparent An object made to be looked through Unseen and Unnoticed. The only physical evidence that it is there is The small pieces of Fly and dirt and scum And water spots That wouldn’t have happened if it Had Cascade sheeting action But no one cares. Sometimes it [...]