Best Haigh Poems
At last, by night, that tarries late,
they hurry home, to Father's rage,
without a chance to plot their way.
The floodgates fail, as the young miss cries.
A handsome lad, pleads with his eyes,
while telling tales, of how and why
their carriage failed, with strokes of luck
which stuck them on the muddy trail
This fate that the chokes the airless room,
has clouded starlight in their eyes,
and fills the mood with doubts and gloom.
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An angry Father, waiting long,
behind a frown, as sun goes down
then, with the rise, of devil's moon,
he hears the drum of horses hoofs,
that come at last, and none too soon!...
He had watched the clock count off the hours,
with endless pacing, of the floors.
While mother, fair, and worrisome,
in wilt despair, will hold him now,
to keep his anger in control.
She wrings her hands, and silently
prays her sweet lass, innocently,
was not delayed by guiles of love,
which meant no harm. But with such charms,
was this suitor captive of her smile?
Or were they then so swept away,
by winsome songs, and star's display,
by all love's wiles, and moonlight rays?
Young damsel, fair, who stole the hour
is left a flower, quite untouched
but as a suitor now he must
declare his honor and his hand
'Tis that.....
of which they will demand !
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For the Contest Inspired by the painting of Charles Haigh Wood
Sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst
9/19/13
the past (( collaboration ))
by~ Abbey Haigh
'The past gives me goosebumps,
to think about in detail,
not to hover over the pits like a feather,
but to burrow deep down into the cracks and the creases,
to unpeel the half healed wounds and to pour salt on the cuts that are red and angry'
by~ Poet Destroyer
The past imposes on my future,
of what is and could of been.
Strike them like a match,
and trap every old memory in the burning abyss.
Abuse every thought that triggers out the barrel of a gun in to my mind'
A collaboration with * Abbey Haigh
weather... restricted
yet people turn a blind eye
innocents suffer
weather cannot see
a natural phenomenon
pollution effects
humans have reason
yet still don't understand
jeopardising lives
we pollute... which kills
live on the banks of rivers
expect to survive
now knowing the facts
living in denial... why
natures rights to clean
malice... no intent
four seasons... man only named
can never contain
wildlife takes its lead
follows weather... placates needs
yet humans don't heed
life on a mountain
wildlife adapt... sense danger
instinctive feelings
man has never learned
lives on the ground of floodplains
stilts... no... stilted minds
SO SAD
its sad
so bad
to stand
on land
where wood
once stood
ancient
patient
to grow
so slow
to wreck
a sec
lumbered
plundered
fauna
flora
morel's
bluebells
evolved
dissolved
churned
burned
debate
to late
no right
to blight
plan 'A'
no way
plan 'B'
plan 'C'
clever
never
morrows
sorrows
O your beautiful words I can read
But Angels songs O how i wish
If you could write down what I miss
For being deaf I cannot heed
the breeze I feel upon my skin
The sounds of songs it can carry
Please write the word, make me happy.
To read the words my soul is aching