Best Blazon Poems
I race for summer's setting sun
as crimson bleed the alder leaves
and still I run. And still I run.
My rival, time, is yet undone.
Past pyramids of flaxen sheaves
I race for summer's setting sun
across the low unbroken run.
Each cow out in the pasture grieves
and still I run. And still I run.
In late September’s crisp blazon
my heart to fragile hope now cleaves.
I race for summer's setting sun.
With slaughter of the calves begun
I fled beneath the killing eaves
and still I run. And still I run.
Our time on earth is under gun.
My burning chest now breathless heaves.
I race for summer's setting sun
and still I run. And still I run.
10/24/17
The amethyst paeans of hyacinth
crest with a gust of butterflies
on the scent of orange blossoms
cascading to earth like snow flakes.
Blood-red geraniums blazon Spring's birth
not with a pulsing blare,
but the soundless blush
of love's ardent swoon.
Placid jade fronds drape,
acquiescing to silent bees
emerging from blond snapdragons
as euphoria of being exudes
from the garden's breathless murmur.
Walking in sailor fields amongst the nettles picking blackberries,
the brambles cut deep savage the mind. Yet the bowl to be filled
the jam to be boiled the bread of hope to be flavourful,
the innocence of it all enhanced by the beauty of this place.
an arcing rainbow
blazon sky holds cotton clouds
wild tussocks frolic
The village shimmers in idyllic peace, the veil of eastern promise
chases the setting sun, bequeath a heavenly sequin blanket, to
lovingly cloak God’s very own. Life had not changed much
in the place, except some men returned leaving their memories
over yonder, while others stayed away their bones to lay within
‘Alien soil.’ ‘England expects.’ Et cetera!
striped bees’ pink clover
rich meadows so verdant wait
wild poppies stand tall
Alas the hurt does not diminish for those left behind, walking alone
in their beloved sailor fields amongst the nettles picking blackberries,
where the sweetest words of love they shared together no more said
only the shadows the silhouettes and these moments truly blest.
dragonfly hunting
dandelion seeds gliding
wild wind song regaled
© Harry J Horsman 2022
A revamped free verse
As I sit alone on this rocky shore. The mist rises around my feet and I long for much, much
more. Just to go out to sea and meet the horizon just you and me in our blazon. To feel the
salt water as we sail away to enjoy the beauty of this day in this very protected bay. To kiss
the rose of early bright. Maybe stay way into the night and see the moon and billions of
stars. Reach up and touch the loving God. The one who made you for me and made the sea
and misty shores that consumes all my lonely and tiresome chores.
Quintessence of Monalisa mystifies me.
Silver blazon of Sahara sands scintillates me
Majesty of the Milky Way overwhelms me,
and they all remind me of you.
An autumn forest drenches in rain showers,
and the fantasy reminds me of you
A vista of multi chrome mural radiates,
and the harmony reminds me of you
I see the brightest star in the sky,
I hear the sweetest lyrical ballad
I feel the swaying cradle of love
I touch the luminous lotus in a lake,
and the peace reminds me of you.
Your sublime thoughts never go away
In the pristine crystal vase of my heart,
with dainty dew drops, I keep you fresh,
too alien in my world, too silent to speak.
too beautiful to touch your scarlet cheek
Every moment, your love and smile I miss.
As I breathe your air in ethereal reminisce,
Date written : 24th May 2019
Ripples
Down the dusty road,
in tattered rags,
He came,
weary,
wilted,
and
withered.
Body bent with age,
bones sticking out of the flabby skin,
with a tremor
running down his limbs.
With eyes reflecting hope,
he waited at my doorstep.
No words came out from pursed lips
but,
in mute language
begged for alms,
hopeful he would never be betrayed
I held his shriveled hand,
helped him ascend the steps.
Like a child obeying it’s Elder,
he sat on a chair in the patio.
The sumptuous fare, served before,
he surveyed with eyes
bulging out in utter disbelief,
and greedily devoured
every bit of morsel.
A rare gleam lighted up his face.
With hands folded in benison
he stood up and silently took leave.
I watched him stumble
along the country track
and fade away in the distance.
Ripples of joy stirred my mind
in ever widening circles
as, a pebble idly tossed
causes ripples in still waters
over a random act of kindness
idly tossed !
Kindness
Down the dusty road, in tattered rags he came-
An old man- weary, wilted, and withered.
Supported on a stick, still he staggered lame,
And with age and fatigue, his body quivered.
I could see a tremor running down his hips.
With expectant eyes, he waited at my doorstep.
No words came out of his pursed lips.
He was tottering as he took each step.
I held his hand, helped him to the patio.
Like a child obeying its elder, he sat on a chair
With eyes sending out a radiant glow,
From the sumptuous fare served, he ate his share.
As he finished his meal, a gleam lighted up his face.
He stood up with hands folded in benison
And took leave, bowing and smiling in grace.
I was so happy that I could make his world blazon.
I watched him stumble along the uneven track
And fade away like a shadow in the distance.
So elated I was that the tears of joy I couldn’t hold back,
With an ebullience penetrating my mind’s outer surface.
As a pebble idly tossed cause ripples in still water,
A random act of kindness idly tossed gave me such delight.
As the ripples keep widening and on the banks splatter,
In me, the joy over my kind act, as waves began to beat.
We are mere mortals with an uncertain destiny
at the mercy of time and of fates that be
but dearest, I will remain forever true to thee
For it's you I will love, I avow this faithfully
I will hold you close unto my soft breast
press my warm lips to yours upon behest
croon thee to slumber when in need of rest
bathe you in the ocean's waves as they crest
Though death may blazon to me in the night
shackled, we shall remain in chains held tight
never will I be enticed away from your sight
nor will a grave ever become our dividing blight
No reaper's scythe shall keep you from me
from this heart of mine, you will never be free
as rooted fast in the Earth's richest soil, a tree
our hearts will be entwined for all eternity
Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love? Quote by Fulton J. Sheen
Nature has no underdogs, myths may be false,
Those with no love seem to be caught in a waltz.
To adjust our hurdles, we meticulously rehearse,
We reject being wounded in this erratic universe.
Our faith appears to have lasted since antiquity,
Being pulled by the wind, unfettered by eternity.
We are bound by the rules of nature's— sway,
Not ready to face even the least severe decay.
Hands were utterly washed in widows' tears,
Too often, resonating gunfire rippled in my ears.
Fear has numbed souls as an effect of swift hope,
I'm aware we may prevail over all this via scope.
Plainly, the soldiers' wounds are spewing blood,
And ooze as mud in a leader's spring-tide flood!
The white in the house is turning a rich crimson,
And it appears that our freedom can't be won.
As they said, we have a slim chance of winning,
We'll never prevail over hate in the mind's sting.
We're in a quagmire over the filth we've been told,
Yet further soldiers rise into a cloud—cold.
Broken spirits drenched in bloody destiny,
Frustrated by the final result for evil zestily.
Chronic delusions of woebegone escape,
Vociferating boisterously below Liberty scrape
A cloudless sky is charred by a radiant, bright light,
And charcoal floats up, stroking my dangling feet.
Below lies a blazon of bleak, dark, stinging plight,
The dead, however, have no awareness of defeat.
Many wounds whisper in our view as we get near.
As the earth weeps alone, seek renewal with tear.
Finding our kin who were sold on the dark web,
Untruth now flows, and people's faith does ebb.
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: May 22, 2023
This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
I sing the song of yesterday
When all was truth and light
A time when love was really love
And every dream was bright
I sing the song of yesterday
When youth was virile, strong
A time of joy and happiness
When nothing could go wrong
I sing the song of yesterday
When passion burned with fire
A time when making love was rife
With hunger and desire
I sing a song of yesterday
When beauty reigned supreme
A time when luscious lips would laugh
And blazon every dream
I sing a song of yesterday
When my love was true to me
A time of sweet contentedness
I wish THAT time would be
Jade Celeste
The horizon, a fixture of bright lights
A feeling of peace and calm comes blazon
Skyscrapers so tall, which carries delights
The horizon
Outline of the buildings glow greatly on
They sure grow up to the highest of heights
To observe this limelight my heart’s not down
Lights bring compassion, does not harbor plight
The yellow lights glow best right before dawn
There’s no mystery, this is the best sight
The horizon
Russell Sivey
Form Roundel
There was a fussy old toad, yes; some might call him, a curmudgeon, at soul.
When his ladylove died, he took it in stride, and sought someone else to pester.
Eventually, he came to our lake, and jumped on the Troll Bridge, quite blazon.
Trouble in his eyes, he met the trolls, eye for eye, and with strength, blustered.
“I’m King of the Hill”, he spat out, ignoring the clubs and frowns… all about.
Grandpa Troll looked at the toad, and got ready to do battle, quickly…at that.
I chimed in, “They’re renters my dear. You’ll have to fight me, it’s clear. So dropout.”
“And I’m too worn out, for a silly old toad, who jumps like a gnat, now, scat.”
“I’ll have this bridge”, he said, “I’ll fight you anywhere, so be very, greatly, prepared.”
“I’m worn-out”, I said, “But battle we will. I’ll win! So look where you tread, instead.”
I said,“You challenged me first, so I’ll pick the test, you’ll play Grandpa Troll at Chess”.
Amazement filled the toads eyes, but to my surprise, he took the bait. Rather smart.
Now Grandpa Troll is a whittler. “I’ll commission your own home bridge, if he loses.”
“At the end of the lake, you’ll have a home place. If you lose, you’ll learn to whittle!”
The old toad looked me over, and with a frown, then ask, “What good is whittling?”
“You could make a chess board like no other, Toads verses Trolls, in war forever!”
He agreed that was quite a stake! And knew he couldn’t lose, the old reprobate!
Still he haggled, to strike a better bargain, and he Hee Hawed around for more.
Now, Grandpa Troll had never lost a game. Still we upped the ante, just the same.
“If you lose, I’ll build you a home bridge… if you teach the youngun’s, chess, instead.”
Now, he was sold! So off they did go, playing chess and whittling, by the seasons.
You know, I’m trying to be a writer, but the interruptions seem to always get harder!
So as you can see… With situations and things such as these …
I’ll just have to keep trying harder, and harder…
We are but mortals with uncertain destiny
at the mercy of time and of fates that be
but dearest, I'll remain forever true to thee
For tis you I shall love, I avowal faithfully
I shall hold you close unto my soft breast
press my warm lips to thine at your behest
croon thee to slumber when in need of rest
bathe you in the sea's waves as they crest
Though death may blazon to me at night
shackled, we shall be in chains held tight
n 'ere shall I be enticed far from thy sight
nay, no grave ever be our dividing blight
No reaper's scythe shall keep you from me
from this heart of mine thy shan't be free
as rooted fast in Earth's richest soil, a tree
ere our hearts be entwined for all eternity.
thirteen kindled stripes
blazon fifty beaconed stars…
freedom burning bright
USA Flag
17 Jul 2015
David Mohn
Butterfly, butterfly, with grace and sway
expose to the world your gentle way
Delightful wisp in a gentle breeze
lifts you higher with graceful ease
Rapture image romance inspires
gives rise to my heart’s desire
Float ever so gently back down to earth
enlighten the world of your glorious worth.
Meekly fluttering from flower to flower
angelic image does strangely empower.
Ray of sun enhance the beauty of your majestic wings
gently pulling and raising wondrous voices to sing.
Magical moments Mother Nature created
drawing a pause; wonderful images stimulates.
Though tempest storms may came you way
your graceful wings lift’s you above the fray.
When they seek to bring you harm
you float away with grace and charm.
O' what sad day, tears I fight
you flew away-- out of my sight.
Beneath a blazon sky birthed by flames
this beautiful Monarch thus so named.
Flagellum
Penned in broken words upon the pyre of supplication
Embers aloft in deprecated exultation
Hope remains never to be extinguished therein lies my dedication
Hence forth to be laid low no more
In seeking the genesis of the query aloft the embers soar
To the scribe all is laid bare the crown rests gently as those afore
Excised I bid you now to rest and strive not be sated in your cloak
For now crown high fixed upon the horizon a treasured gift of the yoke
Born proudly secure as I travel hence be comforted embers aloft when stoked
In your blazon garb sword and shield banners high glisten with spectacle and flare
Find your way forward never halting neigh relenting forward diligence and care
Undaunted thy be joyful proud forward yet reserved for entrée is precious and rare
Mindful thy shall be of thine vows and oaths sworn
For with them a weight is born
In their absence neigh shall come the morn
Rejoice
Send aloft in supplicated voice
So high now thy flag I bid you hoist
To thy forbearers look and take council and thy will shall not yield
Overlook now thine work upon the field
Salt not the earth nor raise what lays before be sated in what you wield
Regale not for in all shall be whence
Treat it not as valued only a pence
Let it be harvested for seasons hence
© veritatem voluntatem 2016