Best Candour Poems
I was born a poet not manufactured.
It started with a heart feeling fractured.
Childhood trauma led to built up suppression,
but the soul yearned for creative expression.
For years my poems hid in secret memoirs,
but a battle with cancer left behind deep scars.
Tongue remained silent, but my muse began to pour,
through reflection and introspective candour.
Some use words as weapons to cause sorrow,
but I write to leave a legacy for tomorrow.
I have no desire for applause nor for fame,
so I express my musings using a pen name.
Each verse is written through metaphorical blood,
in hope one day my life will be understood.
Categories:
candour, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Poetry soup
Offering gifts of
Eloquence and rhetoric
This emancipation of candour
Revitalized in common goals when
Yielding seeds of open-mindfulness
Specifications spontaneously unshackled
Oppression outlawed; this is indeed the
Unreservedly unremittingly
Punchbowl of purposefulness and literature.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Categories:
candour, writing,
Form:
Name
Come out on the Veranda Amanda
For the sun is setting soon
We will speak of love with candour
As we stroll beneath the moon
I will strum upon my mando-
-lin, choose sweetest songs to croon
For you are my heart’s commander
And your nearness makes me swoon
As we let our steps meander
Through the twilight, petal strewn
Will you take my hand and pander
To my passion til eftsoon
Like an unrestrained crash lander
On an outer planet moon
I shall die, a salamander
In your fire to be consumed
Categories:
candour, parody,
Form:
Rhyme
Hard edged (unreality) you face away from my immediacy (candour eschewing) inimically you parody, offering as nice the complexity of ''vice''exploiting even nature
(as voyeur and narrator) your intention anethema to the nations,
as you coerce ''your creation'' encouraging over consumption,
with a hard nosed gumption, yet my God who is greater
is no longer willing to be a waiter!sickle in hand he is walking his land,
with the sun as his shadow is this (One)
to be Hallowed..!
Categories:
candour, caregiving
Form:
Rhyme
Oh we made our choices in life and tried so very hard
Nothing’s easy when the old school buried deep mentally,
Being street wise we fought many times our lives put on guard
Till we came along and touched each with our candour gently.
Yesterday at the castle or was it a long time past?
Till then as yet never met life in concrete we thought set,
Dreams becoming reality in them a role at last
Seems we were meant to meet oh fate we succumb to your debt.
Far behind now the guilt as our hearts rhythmically beat
Looks count for nothing as sincere eyes see more than skin deep,
While many hours have long time passed; years spent now a new treat
Creating tomorrow’s memories forever to keep.
Oh to reap the rewards in this our lives the seed to sow
To know love needs a little rain before sunshine to grow.
© Harry J Horsman © Mandy M Tams 2015…
Categories:
candour, life, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Today, the local daily papers highlighted a man of honour...
Deserving of his honorific title Datuk bestowed on men of honour...
Given his loud and strident calls for those holding the reins of power....
To better buck up in all matters of governance, to honour pledges while in power..
From relative obscurity, this quiet man has been religiously executing his duties...
As a number 2 man in the high office called the Special Branch, overseeing matters of security...
Given that his beloved nation now staggers under a yoke of suspicion and bad governance....
He is steadfast in his intergrity pledge of topmost quality service to the king and nation...
Loud is his urgings for civil servants to uphold pledges of intergrity and loyalty...
It is obvious his strong conviction is born out of a man of the highest principles...
Befitting the post of the Special Branch deputy director....
Today's interview in The Star provides an insight into his character...
Clearly it shows he is not easily cowed under political pressure..
And most admirably, not seduced by subtle promises from political masters...
Headlined as From Special Branch top cop to enemy of the state...
His candour in this news piece is credit to his character...
He knows where his loyalty lies and he is highly principled...
Admitting that he deliberated well and hard before he launched....
Some very personal and opinionated statements that jeopordised his career.....
When in fact he has merely 1000days more to see the tail end of his career...
What a ignominous exit for the country's top cop because of his stand on integrity...
How many other officers in the goverment dares stand up to uphold such integrity....
This dedicated man daringly calls each spade by its name and no other names will do...
Even as in this complex society we live in, a wrong can be whitewashed with blinded loyalty...
If only there are more politicians and statesman of this datuk's quality...
Our country will not be suffering from escalating racial prejudice...
Or economic ills that is plaguing our posperity and currency...
Are there more men of integrity and high principles..
Are there more such men to help steer this troubled country...?
Categories:
candour, anxiety, community, corruption, courage,
Form:
Light Verse
Stillness soothes sweet
Grace grooms grand greet
Prime placid peace
Embrace end ease
Bright blessings bloom
Glimpse greatness groom
Niche nimble night
Sense succinct sights
Calm candour cheers
Treat troubles tear
Lines living lot
Praise puzzles plot
Worth weathers wine
Frame fancy fine
Treat tasty thought
Speed spreading spot
Taste toilsome tact
Aim awesome act
Love lingers long
Slumber seeds strong
Curious charm comes
Spell soothing sums
Vibrant verse voice
Prune pleasant poise
Start sayings sound
Gain gracious grounds
Leon Enriquez
02 January 2015
Singapore
Categories:
candour, beauty,
Form:
Alliteration
The mind cannot grasp its beauty's
even though it count the colour's
just like rainbows _ pretty's
the heart accepts its glamour's
your heart accepts its glamour's
till the sky falls from the heavens
a conundrum so candour
with tears from the eyes of a raven
adding radiance to life's breath
saying goodbye to hurt and lust
love that is stronger than death
calls us back _ when we're lost.
Categories:
candour, age, anniversary, february, happy
Form:
Rhyme Royal
the chill of autumn
initiates spiral breath
precariously
dancing buoyant upon frigid air chained to contours, dwell
penetrating the very heart of the purple moorland chase,
a symbol of being, as it is within a cycle
nature’s promise one of perpetuity.
yet alas ‘tis with a wondrous although woeful eye
emancipation of candour only I seek,
till to hear the call of the lonesome curlew’s cry
and autumn once again with acrid voice does speak
tells me I’m locked within the haze of “Poor man’s Peak”.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
Categories:
candour, autumn, environment, lost,
Form:
Free verse
P unchbowl of literature
O ffering gifts of
E loquence and rhetoric
T his emancipation of candour
R evitalized in common goals when
Y ielding seeds of open-mindness
S pecifications spontaneously unshackled
O pression outlawed; this is indeed the
U nreservenly unremittingly
P alace of purposefulness!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Categories:
candour, dedication,
Form:
Acrostic
Under my feet is a piped river. It’s narrowed.
A blue-eyed diva is alone in her splendour.
I'm reading Jim's “…breathed with my marrow…”
the light-haired maiden confused by the candour.
We are, both creatures, being dazed by the fair.
Howling iron streams of cars are passing by us.
Their troublous horns can disturb the air.
I keep on talking to her to come over the bias.
Anyway, we cannot find any flows of the water.
Stars are shining on the opposite side of the earth.
And, as out of spite, clouds are put off by the vault.
Is there any place where we could slake our thirst?
Either the girl's next to me or it’s Satan himself.
Sultry, poisoned streets are driving me mad,
my dry throat's being tormented by gist itself.
With my marrow I'm fated to slake till the end.
Categories:
candour, confusionme,
Form:
Rhyme
“The Wolf’s Pockets”
Virginia knows
what’s written
in the mass of a rock
the heaviness of words
not soluble
anchored to life
that does not float
A Wolf swallows Woolf whole
Hungry for something -
“other than” ;
Submerged,
what is not seen
is swimming below
a sharp clean surface
her dissolving shadow
found through slender fingers
wide spread and ink stained
running through shallow waters and
swaying reeds, something forgotten
like touching her child’s hair
combed with a soft brush;
free diving deeper
baptised, she touches Heaven
baby’s breath and
almond scented
Erin lilies like milk,
the sweetest let-down,
she drinks it all in
ignored by charlatans all bored
with their own faux wisdom
apathy flexes fits and moulds
around a body of work
sinks in deep and dry
a sunken treasure
to be found
some time much later
bound to tell a story
that travels down stream
The Wolf’s pockets
weighted with black treasure
open wide and beckoning
arms cast wanton alms
for plenty dreams and
sweet reckoning
infancy embraced again
the sleep of sleeps
and candour
like opium is taken in,
read, edited,
then,
silently missed
a
Final Draft is written
Read again
Read again
;
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
for my daughter
Georgia
https://youtu.be/BpyR9VxRRUo
Freefall/Robin Guthrie
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” Virginia Woolf
1. Virginia Woolf
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Woolf
2. The Let-down Reflex.
3. https://projectsemicolon.com/
https://www.facebook.com/projectsemicolon/
https://twitter.com/projsemicolon?lang=en
4. Beyond Blue
https://www.beyondblue.org.au/
Categories:
candour, birth, death, journey, love,
Form:
Free verse
I've played part
Part for part - next, you wonder?
Don't wonder ; for the excesses of night!
Quite a candour, our mingle was.
These battles, I've tales to tell for!
The creamy, basking sunset cools, off the air...
Dominus Vobisvum!
Et cum spiri tu tuo!
Innocence was this cry-
Pre-empted by a cry- a cry for freedom!
For Padre et Madre welcomes - innocent
Padre - experience we pray for? Yes!
Sweet mother's world is a blessing to view
Innocence, a moment we wish for...
Innocence, a life I desire once again
Oracles must bow,
Giants must pay allegiance to your fleet
Legends must pay respect
Generals must salute ,
For once cum many,
Innocence is born.
Categories:
candour, age, best friend, celebration,
Form:
Blank verse
It's better that you bite your lip,
Than to speak with words that slander.
They could defame someones good name,
So, choose all your words with candour.
Where loose tongues quickly let words slip,
Let time itself give you more scouth.
Such prudence will not go amiss,
For a fly does not enter a closed mouth.
Scouth. Opportunity.
8 / 28 / 2019.
Categories:
candour, silence, spoken word, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Apply fond wit to steer the way:
See that you see the feel and form;
Thrust primes the fit in light of day;
Observe beauty in fleeting norms;
Rush to work out the rhythm well;
Yield to the pace of healthy heart.
Prompt yell and shout need a firm tell;
Love shapes the space where time imparts;
Allow fond peace to help you grow;
Yes you know when to push or pull;
Be now at ease with game and show;
Offer to pen wise candour cool;
Obey the feel that floods your soul;
Keep mindset still that sparks sure whole.
Leon Enriquez
09 April 2015
Singapore
Categories:
candour, change,
Form:
Sonnet