#talon - Hello Poetry

Tremble by Michael R. Burch Her predatory eye, the single feral iris, scans. Her raptor beak, all jagged sharp-edged ****** juts. Her hard talon, clenched in pinched expectation, waits. Her clipped wings, preened against reality, tremble. Published by The Lyric, Verses Magazine, Romantics Quarterly, Journeys, The Raintown Review, Poetic Ponderings, Poem Kingdom, The Fabric of a Vision, NPAC—Net Poetry and Art Competition, Poet’s Haven, Listening To The Birth Of Crystals (Anthology), Poetry Renewal, Inspirational Stories, Poetry Life & Times, MahMag (Iranian/Farsi), The Eclectic Muse Keywords/Tags: Tremble, predator, raptor, hawk, eagle, falcon, talon, beak, wing, preen, preened, preening Ordinary Love by Michael R. Burch Indescribable—our love—and still we say with eyes averted, turning out the light, "I love you," in the ordinary way and tug the coverlet where once we lay, all suntanned limbs entangled, shivering, white ... indescribably in love. Or so we say. Your hair's blonde thicket now is tangle-gray; you turn your back; you murmur to the night, "I love you," in the ordinary way. Beneath the sheets our hands and feet would stray to warm ourselves. We do not touch despite a love so indescribable. We say we're older now, that "love" has had its day. But that which Love once countenanced, delight, still makes you indescribable. I say, "I love you," in the ordinary way. Winner of the 2001 Algernon Charles Swinburne poetry contest; published by The Lyric, Romantics Quarterly, Mandrake Poetry Review, Carnelian, Poem Kingdom, Net Poetry and Art Competition, Famous Poets and Poems, FreeXpression, PW Review, Poetic Voices, Poetry Renewal and Poetry Life & Times

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Mar 16, 2020

Mar 16, 2020 at 5:25 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Tremble

Tremble by Michael R. Burch Her predatory eye, the single feral iris, scans. Her raptor beak, all jagged sharp-edged ****** juts. Her hard talon, clenched in pinched expectation, waits. Her clipped wings, preened against reality, tremble. Published by The Lyric, Verses Magazine, Romantics Quarterly, Journeys, The Raintown Review, Poetic Ponderings, Poem Kingdom, The Fabric of a Vision, NPAC—Net Poetry and Art Competition, Poet’s Haven, Listening To The Birth Of Crystals (Anthology), Poetry Renewal, Inspirational Stories, Poetry Life & Times, MahMag (Iranian/Farsi), The Eclectic Muse Keywords/Tags: Tremble, predator, raptor, hawk, eagle, falcon, talon, beak, wing, preen, preened, preening Ordinary Love by Michael R. Burch Indescribable—our love—and still we say with eyes averted, turning out the light, "I love you," in the ordinary way and tug the coverlet where once we lay, all suntanned limbs entangled, shivering, white ... indescribably in love. Or so we say. Your hair's blonde thicket now is tangle-gray; you turn your back; you murmur to the night, "I love you," in the ordinary way. Beneath the sheets our hands and feet would stray to warm ourselves. We do not touch despite a love so indescribable. We say we're older now, that "love" has had its day. But that which Love once countenanced, delight, still makes you indescribable. I say, "I love you," in the ordinary way. Winner of the 2001 Algernon Charles Swinburne poetry contest; published by The Lyric, Romantics Quarterly, Mandrake Poetry Review, Carnelian, Poem Kingdom, Net Poetry and Art Competition, Famous Poets and Poems, FreeXpression, PW Review, Poetic Voices, Poetry Renewal and Poetry Life & Times

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i think i often represent the butterfly i so often speak of frail and weak in every step- my plain brown wings are just like the papery disgusting skin i want so badly to break out of, revealing my clearwinged beauty. but i've adapted to this form- i've changed. who cares for being disgusting- better to simply scare away the predators with my big nose and buggy eyes. who cares for being unloved- i do, for solitide is survival in this concrete jungle. but i know better. i am no graceful, gentle butterfly. satyrs are still lovely, despite being different, and i am not lovely. i know that these white wings cannot and will not be silenced. the beating drum behind me says otherwise. i am not butterfly. i am a falcon, and i do not dare hide behind a mask of a face. no- i fight and claw my way out of it.

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Oct 22, 2018

Oct 22, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC

dystopianMaiden

satyr 1

i think i often represent the butterfly i so often speak of frail and weak in every step- my plain brown wings are just like the papery disgusting skin i want so badly to break out of, revealing my clearwinged beauty. but i've adapted to this form- i've changed. who cares for being disgusting- better to simply scare away the predators with my big nose and buggy eyes. who cares for being unloved- i do, for solitide is survival in this concrete jungle. but i know better. i am no graceful, gentle butterfly. satyrs are still lovely, despite being different, and i am not lovely. i know that these white wings cannot and will not be silenced. the beating drum behind me says otherwise. i am not butterfly. i am a falcon, and i do not dare hide behind a mask of a face. no- i fight and claw my way out of it.

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Guthrie is a man made of garbage His dreams they rot and leak He has banana peel hair Hes got old martini olive eyes But did you see him before the light died Years ago Way back to a time when charm and wit flowed freely from his mouth His tongue a silver spoon His dealing hand like a golden talon Tryna ***** the light out His feet the vehicle taking him to paradise He says "you only live once, better live the burning life."

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Jul 12, 2016

Jul 12, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC

kathleen-m-1

Garbage Guthrie

Guthrie is a man made of garbage His dreams they rot and leak He has banana peel hair Hes got old martini olive eyes But did you see him before the light died Years ago Way back to a time when charm and wit flowed freely from his mouth His tongue a silver spoon His dealing hand like a golden talon Tryna ***** the light out His feet the vehicle taking him to paradise He says "you only live once, better live the burning life."

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(B) Cacophony vocal cords turned inside out Folding back upon themselves in cruel creases Vibrations resonating in strained harmonies Against the dire fabric of my delirious oblivion (J) I stomp your echoes as they travel through light Unleashing my fangs to sting your roaring mess Frequencies lowered from baseline to internal signal To form a wave at the quilted patch you weaved (B) Disregard all visualized fear firmly penetrating realms Of thickening white-hot spirit a roiling boiling crucible Inflamed fiery fleshly folds of terminated temptations Drawing your musky draught drinking your toxic brew (J) Your sight announces epiphanies of me sinking deeper A manhood you portray is my repatriation, prepare the shovel Ruin me I plead! Packet and send me down to my casket You can't stitch me, I am twitching, itching, iced in sorrows (B) Clawing at the world, hissing, spitting my deep disdain My every defense mumbling, crumbling into its derelict dust Welcoming my inevitable defeat, my tattered, blood spattered White flag flies, surrendering all to hail the conquering pain. (J) The flag waves in bloodied winds, you wing wading wounds Trying to reach snowy mountainous top, the ascending sledge We fall inverted bumping, exposing our cranium, posing in disgust Hold this hawk talon scratch the earth, its the only hope you hold

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC

SassyJ

No. 4 Wanton Melancholia (#one-a-week-series)

(B) Cacophony vocal cords turned inside out Folding back upon themselves in cruel creases Vibrations resonating in strained harmonies Against the dire fabric of my delirious oblivion (J) I stomp your echoes as they travel through light Unleashing my fangs to sting your roaring mess Frequencies lowered from baseline to internal signal To form a wave at the quilted patch you weaved (B) Disregard all visualized fear firmly penetrating realms Of thickening white-hot spirit a roiling boiling crucible Inflamed fiery fleshly folds of terminated temptations Drawing your musky draught drinking your toxic brew (J) Your sight announces epiphanies of me sinking deeper A manhood you portray is my repatriation, prepare the shovel Ruin me I plead! Packet and send me down to my casket You can't stitch me, I am twitching, itching, iced in sorrows (B) Clawing at the world, hissing, spitting my deep disdain My every defense mumbling, crumbling into its derelict dust Welcoming my inevitable defeat, my tattered, blood spattered White flag flies, surrendering all to hail the conquering pain. (J) The flag waves in bloodied winds, you wing wading wounds Trying to reach snowy mountainous top, the ascending sledge We fall inverted bumping, exposing our cranium, posing in disgust Hold this hawk talon scratch the earth, its the only hope you hold

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