Best Heathered Poems

When dawn's blush of light eclipses the moon
And afternoons find meadows sprinkled with dew
When I view willows smiling instead of weeping
And the keeping of promises is no longer a prize
When artist's eyes see only hues of sepia and gray
And the Milky Way abandons its billions...

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I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood
With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes. 
      ...

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I've deleted this acrostic from the competition for personal reasons. 
        SORRY, J. D.


G lorious was the morning I climbed the Scottish highland
R adiant warmth of Summer's sun shimmered over the trail
E mblazoned with clover, near a forested...

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Hereabouts the thinning glades
Of sparse grey Birches:
Brackens crisp copper tresses 
All aglow;
Gently waking Snowdrops
Lift their sleepy heads
From leafy beds of woodland moil,
When tucked snugly up,
Out of intrusive sight and just 
Below.

Fondly the slowing bend
Hugs upon the river...
Banked heavily with frosted 
Bulrushes
That shifting breezes once did...

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I love your heathered highlands,
steep cliffs and rugged islands,
hedges and gardens under
rainclouds of grey.
Old steeples rise above
those small rural towns I love;
your hillsides of sunny yellow,
rolled bales of hay.

	Pipers will play their part
	stirring each Scottish heart
	binding together a nation
	drenched with pride.
	"Scotland the Brave" is ringing,
	dancers...

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His words like kisses, soft and light,
caress her rose-stained smile,
a heathered breeze on summer nights,
versed whispers to beguile.

With tenderness and silken brush,
sweet inklings of a scene
unfolds impressions, paints a blush,
she reads his thoughts between.

Upon his rune her heartbeat trips
through poppy fields in flower,
to golden sands...

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9.
From your tender heart I shall never part, 
always in my dreams, I shall be with you. 
In each dream, I am hit by cupid’s dart, 
now this loving dream let us float on through.

Your pliant temple I now do caress, 
as I now breathe...

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heathered
weathered
feathered
tethered
you are but a heathered thought, weathered
through the flow of feathered pen, tethered 



August 6, 2019
Tyburn Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina



Thank you Gershon and Line for the discussions about the tyburn and your thoughts... much appreciated!...

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I grump, I slump, I scowl, I'm in a mood
To judge, nitpick and be abruptly rude.

Skies heavy under clouds of concrete gray
Lost are the pinks and lavenders of May.

This winter has worn down my sunny cheer
A season's rain lasting throughout a year.

Manners abandoned as passive...

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Ahh Jamie lad where hast tha bin?
not heathered shire, so searched within,
nor  mountain river's gilded beck, but
inside burnt out blackened wreck

Brings the coffin from the plane, 
touches tarmac black again; coming
home with no hello, attends the 
soldier’s funeral show

Cuts my heart in two to...

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In mossed heathered
Glens, Craggy undulations
Surround my Kingdom







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Where The Heather Grows

How grows the heather in the moor
Does it still bloom as days of yore 
When baited breath transfixed the lore
Of pixies, love, and beer

Where grouse went courting in the loam
In heathered rocks...a purple home
Of safety and part metronome 
As dogs and beaters...

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I'll begin my dot-to-dot journey at first light
when dawn paints the sky after darkness of night.
Dots like stars on the horizon will be pearlescent hues
all interlaced with shades of pastel lavenders and blues.

From that mark my tracing would take me aloft
to view the sea whose...

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I’ve seen some places in my time
So many more to see
No longer can I travel there
If only it could be...

The heathered lochs of Ireland
How could I resist
Emerald green grasses shinning 
In the morning mist…

The jungles in the Amazon
Where hidden treasures lay
In leaves ’n mosses to...

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Wild beauty

Light, filtered through wild racing clouds,
Touches the surfaces of the heathered moors.
A living glowing curve and sweep,
Giving soft edges their meaning. 
Moving them magically to the eye,
Like gowns of ancient beauty.
This is where the wild things dwell
Deep within, so Deep within.
That's where you will...

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