Harkens Poems

Anne Surely

Like Smith and Wesson:
Weaponry,
What comes shooting out,
Every word of me;
Endowed with a round,
Butt, and balcony,
She harkens to hotness:
A Summer eave;
Like hovering the darkness:
A green gable,
Canopy –

The View of the Sugarbush

Rippling soil sways in ways
In ways a maestro drunkenly
Displays their baton, Earth in
Perfect fluid Earthen motion
It conducts and plays en tandem
The symphony of syrup season
Rings through Vermont’s silken air
Each movement weaves effortless
In majesty.

Hickory smoke leaves the sap house
The chorus of birch bark harkens
Weaving through the chimney’s maw
A mirror of the lone sugarmaker
His jaw a practiced spile, he is
The arch in the evaporator
With a puff of Cuban Affair kush
He admires the beauty of the
sugarbush

Pax

'Neath a banner wrought in darkness,
After eave has fallen nigh,
The chosen moment harkens,
To the insect's lullaby;

The cars abide in flight,
Like when clouds amount the sky;
I've imbibed the type of night:
A stillness whispered into sigh –

It Happened On a Misty Morning- Collaboration

Wettened by the morning dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone

Picturing us hand in hand
Walking slowly, stopping just to stand
Sharing love with our sweet kiss
Harkens back fond memories of bliss

Delicate Fair Lady

delicate and pretty
lacy with ribbons
shy sky blue orbs
hastily look away

she is as lovely as the sea
and probably twice as dangerous
he cannot take his eyes off her
bonnet curls are beautiful, probably soft
love harkens

Happy Belated Birthday, Mum of Mum

Of all have seen, 
I can't deny how true you are. 
The special being-
You are a wonder. 

Jokes nonstop mix with truth
Till stubborn heart harkens 
And mouth opens wide displaying each tooth
That in love, cheerful ears listen 

Don't know what more 
Anyone else can look out for
In someone s/he adores
Who comes out raw

May the good lord strengthen you
To have all troubles silent
As you journey through grace in blue
May you in heaven not be found absent 

Age gracefully, dear mum 
Stay safe and live well
To enjoy glorious years to come 
In favor and good luck, do dwell...

One Arrow Left

Twas deep within my golden years
when youth came rushing back
Tired of being left behind
seducing what I lack 

Clocks run down as midnight harkens
options running thin
Amorous feelings lost to time
whose walls are closing in 

But then an archer from the past
tightens up my bow
One arrow left to fire off…
that girl I used to know 

It flies directed from my hand
t’ward one I left so young
To strike a memory buried deep
—of first love woe begun 

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: June, 2022)

That Secret Place That Glows

That Secret Place That Glows



       Now alone she ponders the persuasive reality of emotive vulnerability

     The stranger vanished while magical moments persisted and lingered on

    Sleight of hand is a nemesis obliged to invoke the dynamics of incongruity

   Undeterred are elements of rapture like sand dunes on a distant blue lagoon

   Instants in retrospect revealing acts of what transpired provokes no surprise

    Depicting scenes of tough roller coaster rides and confrontations with woes

      Seeking solace from failed endeavors the heart harkens to own the prize

        Courage trump defeat leading her love to that secret place that glows







Penned:
08/03/2016
West palm Beach
Florida
USA

Spring Hope

When Spring arrives, season of blooms,
Flowers chuckle, happiness looms,
Buds peak out their heads and life jives,
Season of blooms, when Spring arrives,

Sunlight mellow spreads out its rays
On floral beauty after days,
Red and orange, pink and yellow,
Spreads out its rays, sunlight mellow,

Those lilting refrains of sweet birds 
Bestows a poet with new words,
One can listen to the fresh strains
Of sweet birds - those lilting refrains,

The cool breeze blows softly through leaves,
A bard's soul harkens and believes
That rejuvenating hope glows
Softly through leaves, the cool breeze blows.



02.07.2020


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Best Wishes

Vivid colors light up the night sky
Embers of promise whispering why
Must I find a dream?

Sweet insight harkens my flight
As I work to make the world bright
Will I wear a smile?

Soft memories encourage my heart
Reminding me just where I may start
Can I inspire a wish?



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Sponsored by: charles messina 
June 1, 2020

Ilumini

It is not my silence that harkens your thought
it only enhances demanding desires
a whirlwind stoking of latent fires
manifesting in the mind at rest

bolts of lightning
ilumini 
where colours explode 

sparking the dark
painting an elegant sky
kissing of the rivers
not long for dry

violet to green 
sails full mast
waves pounding 
pushing, pulling 
pondering
moments left at sea
I see 
blue

in rose's stubborn petals
barking back at the wind
bending her ear 
to the echo of spring
when she shall bloom
full flower
exposed
naked to her sun
and her scent 

seducing the one who wanders her grounds

unlock the rusted gates of heaven
fill out the prophecy of man
dry off those feathers and fly
for above you can see clearly
beauty
so natural, so free

Let the Children Sleep

The hour passed midnight harkens
 with dying star glow twinkling in the darkness
and the moon is a crescent clouded by the wind
 I'll say my last goodbye to you.

The years were straining
 hanging on the next escape
with hearts broken
 and nothing left to say.

No magic pill or healing concern
 soothes the sheltered burns
and two love-torn souls gasp
 at the anguish we unlashed.

So let the children sleep
 our spent dreams have reached their peak 
and neither you nor I can find
 the effort in forgiveness and its rewind.

I'll slip away quietly
 in the shadows of this night
this is my last goodbye
 our final fight.

My Searching Begins

The house is now quiet,
the children have gone

My beard they’ve left ruffled,
as memories grow long

With trains and dolls scattered,
where last they played

Their love remains buried,
inside of the maze

The cupola harkens,
a last candle there burns

As the attic sits waiting
for the toys to return

The old house is silent,
but deep from within

Their laughter still hides
—and my searching begins

(Thanksgiving: November, 2016)

Flaming Curtain Call

In fiery 
chaos
flames flick
toward
things 
the 
heat in 
my heart 
harkens
memories
to bring.
Winter white 
jacket 
my 
son 
loved 
so much
it's been 
eight years 
since it felt 
his touch.
My moms garnet 
she wore 
on her hand
an empty 
circle 
now silent 
gold 
band.
My favorite 
stuffed bear
with the 
hole in 
his 
gut 
and nose 
chewed off
by my
childhood mutt.
The certificate
to prove 
I entered
this life
yet amiss
and 
burned 
is the suffer 
and strife.
Oversized 
wretched purse
that 
collects 
the stuff
my shoulder 
cries out
enough
enough!
The journal
to witness
Gods 
goodness 
to me
an heirloom 
the promise
my family 
tree.
Eyeglasses 
behold
the beckoning 
blaze
bow 
with the 
curtain
continue 
lifes' 
maze.

My Searching Begins

The house is now quiet,
  the children have gone

My beard they’ve left ruffled,
  as memories grow long

With trains and dolls scattered
  where last they played

Their love remains buried
  inside of the maze

The cupola harkens
  a last candle there burns

As the attic sits waiting
  for the toys to return

The old house is silent
  but deep from within

Their laughter still hides
  —and my searching begins

(Thanksgiving: November, 2016)

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