Sonnet #14 – Flight of the Roller Coaster
Check out the latest Sonnet by our resident Poet – “Grinning Falcon”
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Sonnet #12 – Surfing on a Chaotic Sea
“Grinning Falcon” on crisis & chaos. Have a listen!
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Sonnet #13 – Mr. Apocalypse
“Grinning Falcon” strikes again, with Mr. Apocalypse.
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Sonnet #11 – Spring Break
Barefoot on a Gulf of Mexico beach. Bright sunshine, breaking waves, birds, salt and sand. The pale Spring Breakers, hoping to get tanned. A seagull glides by and let’s out a screech. A boombox on the shore, plays Bob Marley. The Island is celebrating Spring Break. The line at “The Spot,” a snarly, long snake.
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Sonnet #10 – Under A Big Sky
Golden rolling hills, under a big sky. Cottonwood trees along a river bed. Vibrant ringneck pheasant with head bright red. Explodes upward, with a cackle and cry. Under a big sky, where fierce falcons fly. Sleek, fast Pronghorns with tails bushy and white. Race over the hill; disappear from sight. The High Plains; brilliant, under
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Sonnet #9 – Hornswoggle
Hundreds of windmills, spread across the hill. Blades turning in unison with the wind. Our dependence on oil, they hope to end. But at what cost to our energy bill. Like alien beasts, littering the plain. Ugly, offensive, destroying the view. Upsetting nature and killing birds too. The new green deal, is completely insane. Just
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Sonnet #8 – Seasons
All the leaves, leave the trees, in November. Desperate, bare branches, clawing the sky. The temperature dives and the snowflakes fly. Bringing the cold, dark days of December. The sun migrates south, along with the geese. The Winter wind, a demonic howling. Like a fierce white wolf, hungrily prowling. Then Christmas, wonderful season of peace.
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Sonnet #7 – When Death Comes Knocking
Death is always with you, riding shotgun. Waiting in the darkness, just out of sight. In the dead of night and the dawns first light. Death is the only constant companion. There when you dream and there when you’re awake. Invisible, always just out of view. Staying with you until your days are through. Your
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Sonnet #6 – Round The Corner
Poor pitiful me. Trapped here in despair. Life’s so damned unfair. I’ll just sing the blues. Drown my sorrow, in a bottle of booze. No one to love me and no one to care. My days are filled with misery and woe. When will it end? There is no way to know. Desperate, dismal and
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Sonnet #5 – Tree Song
In Autumn, the Aspen leaves turn to gold. Shimmering, orange-yellow, like firelight. Straight, tall, slender trunks, with bark, paper white. Colors unbelievable to behold. A majestic Blue Spruce, dressed in soft snow. Ancient Bristlecone on a high plateau. Resplendent in the rosy Alpenglow. Old windswept oak, a tortured little tree. High on a cliff, above
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Sonnet #4 – Storm
Bright, white lightning ripped the sky asunder. Angry wind, blowing a powerful storm. A boom, crack, boom, of ear splitting thunder. Mean weather, hellbent to wreck and transform. Fear filled my mind. The storm was frightening. Bright white, then black night, the contrast, so stark. My heart was pounding, my throat tightening. A storm with
Sonnet #3 – Nature
There’s nothing more beautiful than Nature. No voting required by legislature. Majestic, like the Rockies big Mountains. With waterfalls, making dazzling fountains. Soaring on powerful wings, a large bird. Antelope sprinting the plains, a fast herd. Massive and strong like a Sequoia tree. Small and intent, a pollinating bee. Nature teaches us the right way
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Sonnet #2 – Crunching Gravel
Your life races by quicker than you think. And it’s so much sweeter, when you go slow. Take it easy, get yourself in the flow. Enjoy each day, it is gone in a blink. Get out in nature, play, create, explore. The perfect vehicle might be a bike. Sunshine on your shoulder, what’s not to
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