Best Harkens Poems

Regally it stands, the staunch guardian of her lonesome heart,
Reminiscing in revelries of yore, treasured memories impart,
Defying glum turbulence of now, hanging on to seasons past,
When springs-winsome banished, doldrums harsh-winters cast. 

Disheartened, the gate harkens back~ O, so young its master died,
Lamenting of distressed times,...

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(continued from A Year Of Months (January-June)
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A Year Of Months (July-December)

8. July

July now follows summer's song of June;
with sun ablaze, her days are humid, warm.
Great time to languish in the afternoon,
and later, watch an evening thunderstorm.

More lush than ever is the summer grass,
and deep and...

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I awaken; the darkened skies my alarm clock
I reek of whiskey, scotch and pastis
Tumbling out of bed, I reach for a cigarette
The dusk harkens as I rise to ply my trade

I am embodied inside a one room flat
The nightlife and the ladies both coming to...

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GARDEN

Two haiku after a painting by Russell Gordon

flowering dogwood
perched and pert, a tanager
harkens to the wind

flowering dogwood
perched and pert, just listening
scarlet tanager
………………………………..

this plaster statue
she’s naked, white and demure
looking at a rose

her round, yellow hat
casts a shadow as she picks
transformation bloom

all is wet and wild
garden cowed...

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Moon light harkens,
     Seeking new dimensions...
     Stardust glistens, while
     Unmasking true intentions...
     Awakening emotions,
     Inspiring deep devotion...
     Lightly, proudly,
  ...

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First Love’s Indelible Memory Pure

Deep in my memory remains a pure vision of a first love,
long-forgotten—now conjured up as a present-day image.

This rare, soulful reflection harkens back to another time
long ago to a period of discovery and youthful innocence.

The slow and perpetual ravages of time—dim...

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What's a billabong, a bop on the noggin”
In Oz, they speak funny, harkens back to their login
They misunderstood
Puters in all likelihood
Thought it was a passing fad, much-preferred snoggin'

(look it up!)...

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Face to the sky,
Breath of the Caribbean
Woven with earthy Autumn,
Saturates the alveoli of my lungs,
Pouring raw impulses into the neurons of
My pleasure centers, so triggering a myriad of
Memories ... the demurring requiem to summer tide ...
The worries and joys of back-to-school preoccupations ...
Hours spent raking...

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Nostradamus quatrains
     Famous Frenchman’s foreboding forecasts
     History’s course, well-charted in rhyme

Startling revelations
     Called Hitler “Hister,” brothers three – Kennedys
     Forewarned the fall of “New City’s” twin towers

Dire observations
 ...

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On Ladies' Night, there was
A little discount on the drinks,
A custom quite old-fashioned
And surprising, too, methinks.

Who wouldn't like the bill reduced
When going out to eat?
A savings of some buckeroos
Is always kind of sweet.

But Ladies' Night in modern times
Just sounds so not P.C.
It harkens back to...

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There is NO MORE!
There Is No More!
9/10/2013

Now that Afghanistan is winding down
A new battlefield must be found
Preferably a place with internal strife
Where we can promise a better life
Assurances that no boots will touch their soil
Just as long as we have access to their oil
Innocents cry...

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(El Niño and desertification…..)

Broken land has long since died,
clouds now for years have lied.
The awaited rains so often fail.
Million’s hearts with hunger wail.
Scorching sun bears to burn.
Hardened tilth, refuses to turn.
No burden beast left with a drive,
nor baked son who harkens strive.
The wooden yolk cracked...

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FLAWLESS? .................OR FLAWED?

He scoffs at those who must wear glasses
When they check his eyes, he always passes
He can read his book when it is very close
And yet can see so far, that he’ll puff and boast
No spec’s for him, NOPE ! He’ll never need 'em
Those...

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Your golden hair like Jason's fleece
Flows and streams, now disarrayed, yet neat
Waving as a banner at once to the beat
Yet with promise and rapacity so replete

How your eyes sparkle behind your lids
How they must glow and how they must flick
Flash when they open so wide...

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Aye, what a revolution in red and orange against the
venom of society and culture
With the flowers of right palm though a gesture of dance
in fact covers her tears
A story of blue tension and deep emotion in red flamenco
so flamboyantly executes the dancer
The crimson movement of...

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