Long Hoopoe Poems

All that does encompass bespeaks wonder in everything
bubbling brooks and waterfalls does your glory ring
terrestrial and celestial ever fill our eyes with seeing
how can not it's splendor not fill our very being
 
raindrops in waters...

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Eons ago, near two flowing rivers in old China 
Lived an old, white clothed man ninety-nine years of age 

Who glared at two mountains he knew from his long-dead childhood 
Who glared at the giants...

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Anecdote:
For a nuptial effort, I was editing a photograph, my former husband, and his two classmates, as we were proposing for one, not all of them!
Posters are problematic these days, with every hotline too!
Please ignore,...

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So, I am hiding Occupied state
Or, else or, learning french occult eBay at
Non nuptial lady , a loner, an ex-positional urge
Inside the total nine after, even after a dirge
Alma mater in Houston, there will be...

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Beneath the shapeless sky of blue
In the valley lacking a hue

Was an isolated thin pond 
Where birds sang their short song to bond

Singing a song hoarse with throats sore
In the midst of their pond’s vapour...

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“Father of All, Hoopoe of the Shining Light 
Voice of Truth, singing above pits of night 
Light singing in heaven’s tree above the height 
Barbelo in the heights unthinkable 
Nous incorruptible, Word untouchable 
Forefather whose...

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Watching Birds In The Garden 


     Watching birds in the garden
                    amidst...

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Those days of mine, unbridled underneath my golden sky, no longer misfit a gold coffer, intertwine
That the core innermost mine, my serene rainbow, those days of mine, rainbow blossom
Intertwine
In grip, they grew beyond the yonder...

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Mushrooms 
and 
meadows
Sunshine 
and 
shadows

Gentle 
ripples on 
the calm 
river
Foaming 
rapids in 
white 
water
 
The jungle 
echoes in 
the semi-
darkness
while 
daylight 
creepy 
crawlies 
clear the 
mess.

Peasants 
seen 
toiling and 
pheasants 
go 
scratching
as I spy a...

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There's little or nothing to do,
it's a February rainy day,
Danny molds Batman out of brown clay;
snow is melting after Saturday's blizzard...
I spot a hopping lizard
chase a scary hoopoe!

I strum on my steel guitar
a new melody...

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Blessed be the hour when angels
shake my filth off their wings.
The night was a garden of eyes*.
Luckily, days are blind.

Mute with the sinful obsession,
deaf to the call of blood,
I look forward to the next night...

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I must be dreaming. Alas, through 
every dream, like pain through 
anesthesia, a torturous 
reality shows up.

A burning taste of jealousy. 
A blind deaf muteness of 
lust… I think I’d better add more 
rosemary in...

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Beneath the shapeless sky of blue
In the valley lacking a hue
Was an isolated thin pond 
Where birds sang their short song to bond

In the midst of this quacking though
A foreign and sweet song did grow
From...

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I committed to river Volga, the longest river in Europe
Here, estuary, they are sounds, subtle, peaceful and eloquence, a hoopoe
In glum and glee, damage controlling,she, still, suffice a pleasant song, 
life long

You and I, came...

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