Limpid sprinting waters of burbling brooks
Rows of flamboyant and swishing dark green pines
Embellished with glowing verdure on sidelines
Tender and flushed buds aglow with rich looks
The dense clouds have descended on the earth
Little fluffy white wisps of dreamy visions
Natural splendour with divine collisions
What a splendid mountain view, beyond worth!
Craggy hillocks covered with the snow quark
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever!"
Hark back locale to recall for whomever
A lovely photograph of nature park!
Placed : 1st
Collab with Jo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joanna Daniel
Date: 01-05-2023
Syllable count: 10.11.11.10
Categories:
hark back, nature,
Form: Rhyme
4195.
I won’t be here, neither will you.
Do you think they’ll remember what our nation chose to do?
Or do you you think that they’ll hark back to these ‘sublime’ days or the ‘days of fools’?
They’ll know technology that we’ll never know.
They’ll have access to health care that could have saved us you know.
They’ll go to spaces that we’ll never go.
The future will take time to get over the pain.
The future will make sure that we ‘never do this again’!
But, these sentiments don’t have the strength to carry their weight.
Because so many times before have we been at this gate.
The relativity of time on humankind will not allow any change.
Show those numbers a different way and we’re back at the start of all the broken promises again…
4195 could be 1945, the same lies, the same cries all over again.
Categories:
hark back, absence, age, future, humanity,
Form: Free verse
Through trials and war, in and out -
A man, a woman has only so much to grant.
All long for it, but it is too hard to avoid all doubt.
Still, through scorn and scoffs only it can supplant?
It is said that it is worthy of all –
How can it though? As it is not intact?
For no mortal has not had a fall.
Thus, it is only at hand to distract.
Anybody can try to worship it.
But what is it, if not a crutch?
Although it can hurt to admit,
As all anybody wants is a touch.
Again and again it follows -
All know, no mortal can quit it. And if it is a hunt,
It flits away as if a bird, as if swallows.
So do not hurry it or confront.
Softly allow it to brush upon you.
Only if it adopts you can it bring joy.
So sit and allow it to woo.
And hark back that it is always coy.
Written on 23 July 2020
Written for Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest sponsered by Emile Pinet
Categories:
hark back, love, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
Windowed doubt shadows out peripheral.
Fear balances envisioned in centripetal.
Autumn’s amber hark back hearken.
Forgotten kits cry down, mother marten.
Good fellow robin indicates emending sprite.
Spring expands secret eyes only sight.
Droplets of hope dew days new dawn.
Open arms stretch a point wide yawn.
Hope turns a blind eye in despite way of head,
And blossom into purple and to red.
6-01-16
Categories:
hark back, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
(And clearing my mind)
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
Oft times, without expression
I’m caught staring into space.
Where temporarily I’ve been ushered
To some bygone time or place;
Re-experiencing events, in living color
But without surrounding sound;
Blanked out, are poignant matters
Which earlier had thoughts bound;
But too soon realism is restored
And I hark back to a familiar place.
Whatever problems that may persist
I’ll be doing my best as I face.
Don’t lose sleep over what others might think about you
But rather over what God knows about you.
Tom
Categories:
hark back, dream,
Form: Rhyme
I don’t have more friends than you do,
I’m trying to think this thing through,
One particular thought in my head,
Some things are better not said.
All alone, in the way
Brighter than pinheads,
Darker than day…
Climb up and give me your hand,
I’ll arrange everything to be planned,
Show some respect, as you said,
Love is a rudderless bed.
Hark back to rainbows,
Last chance for sunsets,
Bring back tomorrow,
And leave this behind.
Hark back to brainstorms,
Last chance for road trips,
Bring back tomorrow,
Let's take our last chance.
Last chance to show me your cards,
Can you tell me what is going around?
How many times have you bled?
Some things are better not said.
Last chance to save this,
Last chance to crave this,
It’s getting so lonely,
It’s been a long day,
Yes but there’s always,
The chance of a last chance,
It’s only the past tense
That gets in our way.
Categories:
hark back, fear, hope,
Form: Lyric
ENOUGH WITH YOUR
IRRITATING RUMPUS
PANDEMONIUM GBUDU
GBANG!
ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE HERE?
"I AM MY ME"...AND SO WHAT?
ARE YOU THE FIRST OR THE
LAST,
TO HAVE ACHIEVED THAT
FEAT?
THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE AND
ABLE?
IF YOU CARE....
JOB DIED WHILE APPLE,
FRESH.
OOOOH GBUDU GBANG WHY?
WHEN WILL ALL THIS
COMMOTION STOP?
THE LASS WAS A TODDLER
WHEN YOU ENCOUNTERED
ANAANU
AND STILL HARK BACK
HULLABALOO.
DID WE NOT HAIL YOU WHEN
YOU OUTWITTED THE
OUTWITTER?
WHEN YOU UNWOVEN
ANANSE'S BYZANTINE WEB
AND UNDID HIS MYSTICAL
LOOMS, DID WE NOT PRAISE
YOUR WIT?
SO WHY THE HARK BACK
HULLABALOO?
I TELL YOU,WE ARE NOT TIRED
OF YOUR EXPLOITS
BUT OF THEIR STALE
CELEBRATIONS.
IF ONLY I COULD GET YOU
ENOUGH WATER TO SWALLOW
TO FILL THE NOISY THIRSTY
EMPTINESS OF UR LUMEN
THEN WE COULD HEAR THE
SWALLOW'S CHIRP.
FOR HE TOO I KNOW,HAS A
GREAT STORY TO TELL.
AND WHO KNOWS?
THE FEATHERED FELLOW
MIGHT PUT A FEATHER IN
YOUR CAP.
GBUDU GBANG!!!
Categories:
hark back, people
Form: Free verse