Warren Falcon

Bronze Star - 2,753 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Warren Falcon Poems

281. Uses For Wings - Variations From 'We Can Be Broken' & Other Discarded Poems 7/22/2010
282. Waiting Beside The Asthmatic, Hendersonville, Nc 1980 2/7/2016
283. Wallace Steven's Florida Of The Mind 6/8/2011
284. What Bells & Sex Have To Do With Each Other, A Mythic Rendering From Ancient Texts & Dreams, Circa 1981 1/22/2010
285. What Is Allowed Lace Of Vision 5/20/2012
286. What Is Revealed 10/13/2012
287. What Is Revealed In Two 10/19/2012
288. What Is Revealed Side-By-Side 8/18/2011
289. What Is Revealed, Variation 11/25/2012
290. What Is Seen 4/23/2011
291. What Is Seen - Harlem Tenement 2/27/2013
292. What Pablo Saw In His Final Dream - Una Cancion Por Pablo Neruda 7/13/2012
293. What Remains, Remains 5/31/2012
294. What The Culture Drug In, Patchenesque* 9/18/2014
295. What The Orphan Knows About Light 12/13/2010
296. What This Day Can Be Said Of Remorse 12/6/2015
297. Whatever It Is, A Mariner's Tale 7/11/2013
298. Where Dispose Of The Joke Of Bones - Minimalist Cryptics Sometimes Metaphysical, Circa 1981 2/19/2010
299. Who To Blame - On The Ocassion Of The Deaths Of Robin Williams And Michael Brown 8/25/2014
300. Whose Form Is This Haiku 10/1/2012
301. With Marigolds The Sun Breaks Through Las Grutas** De San Sebastian 3/25/2013
302. With Spring Arrives Blossoms, Bridges, And Old Kobayashi* (W/ Nods Toward Hart Crane**, His Eros) - A Love Story 4/13/2013
303. Words Of An Old Poet To The Younger 12/22/2010
304. Woven Little Mouths Many 11/28/2011
305. Y U Blokt Me? A Website Romance Untimely Ended 5/27/2012
306. Your Letters Arrive Fat 7/13/2013
307. Your Throat Oddly Fish-Shaped 8/16/2012

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Autumn Haiku

Even from my front porch
the rusted sewing machine
yearns for golden thread.

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Ars Poetica Redux

Dying trees easily fall..
Poems, too, as they should.
Dead wood rots from which
One good poem may grow,
The better to hear in the higher
Branches, the creaking lower limbs.

Sequestering lovers late afternoon
Whisper. One is carving the bark,

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