Best Valley Poems

Inspiration.........Heaven knows
Slowly comes.....and quickly goes
Restless nights....forever long
In the valley of the song

Illusive notes....for the refrain
Hide like fireflies...when it rains
While the search goes on and on.....
In the valley of the song.....

The answer whispers...from afar...
Another notch on my guitar
'Struggle bows...to glory's dawn
In the valley of the song


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A lily blooms in Floral May,
Its petals basking in the sun’
I'm in trance of its softened sway,
A lily blooms! In Floral May
Eyes adorn the blushing bouquet,
Festive flowers have just begun’
A lily blooms- in Floral May
Its petals basking in the sun!


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VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH

          Death blew his misty breath at me 
      And I trembled in the cold,
  Feelings frozen, I stood affixed,
My heart encrusted with salty crystals...
At...

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I spied a valley low
Across the road from the cemetery
A Columbus monkey swinging by

The trees of the vale
Stood tall and forlorn
Observing the crematorium
Covered in light gray smoke
As morning traffic streamed on by

Giraffe reached for the tallest bough
And I thought I heard the leopards growl
And by...

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As crystal glacier, suspended in the onyx air,
bleeds darkness kissed with saline sadness,
clouds tiptoe through trapped phantom winds,
dripping sinister creatures rising from the
egoistic eyes ~ cracked illusions reflecting the underbelly of
fragrant fountains ~ an inverted resemblance of
grotesque monsters lurking in seething spaces,
heinous jaws of the...

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Village in the Valley left behind, and then it's a fine find
Mountain in the making...in the dark alleys of my mind

You're a flashlight
In the night
You are a friend 
Till the end
Bite the bullet
You're the village in the valley
Ignite the regret 
I'm the flag on the...

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While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever, 
a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical celestial beam, in the mesas of the clouds, the Dzukou Valley, 
a remote dale...

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This is where I indeed, do live!
With many churches, to support and which to give.  

Murder is a most rare occurrence here.
No riots, no drunks, walking about, slugging down a beer.

Trees are luscious green, all year round.
Flowers grow in lovely silence, not uttering a sound.

Bunnies,...

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Where the forest is still virgin and the lyrebirds often call,
the bronze-wing comes to drink, and the ferns are growing tall, 
there are deer prints in the mud, and there’s leeches seeking prey…
this little creek meanders on its way.

Where a pothole track goes winding through...

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Hudson Valley, New York


Oh, Hudson Valley, place that I call home,
you hug the river from which came your name.
On fertile banks, the settlers came to roam
and stayed to prosper and your land proclaim.

Your winding Hudson River grew their dreams
with farmlands, orchards and new industries,
and lovely...

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Flat Stanley needed some time off
to have a little fun.
Cassidie thought her grandpa
would be the very one
to show him the sights and glories of
a great metropolis.
So she sent him off to Seattle
with a farewell wave and kiss.

Now I don't know all that Grandpa did
to show...

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We meander off the beaten path, 
A veritable sally,
Admiring the flight of lively swallows 
Above the green vast valley.

Puffy white clouds form and reform,
Methinks, one looks like a galley.
The twittering birds in perfect harmony, 
Look like a rally.

Sheep graze here and there,
How lovely to be...

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The day I died,  a village cried
and tears washed to the river's side

I meant the world, to my survivors
A Valley Oak......yes, that was me...
A stately tree with history
They drew from me a sense of pride
Four hundred years, I had sheltered them
with limbs that reached...

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a sliver of spring
the sun peeps over the crag...
shadows melt away

	© Harry J Horsman 2018...

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You've visited me after a long time: Remember; once, I was brimming with might? Named babbling brook, revered as a singing deity, how blissful was my sight! Have reminiscences of your childhood, in my mellow abode."

"Might be pondering: why I look so barren, with no...

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