A beautiful fawn was she
With doe eyes that looked away shyly
Had a love for wearing beautiful clothes
So that she could stand out in a crowded world
But fate took a negative turn
When on her skin white patches appeared
She hid from the world which she so loved
Became depressed and into a shell withdrew
I wish she would look up to Winnie Harlow
And prove the world that life can still go on
Categories:
harlow, sick,
Form: Free verse
Harlow's Pit
The pit succeeded. Harlow's toy
infected all with doubt.
Alone, the young macaques despaired
in bins with no way out.
The pit was steel, with sloping walls
some food, a grate, and spout.
No mother's love while growing up
just fear with no way out.
The pit was made to last. For years
the world began to shout,
but Harlow grinned and left them there
in pain with no way out.
The pit was Harlow's own design,
a sadist wit quite stout.
He felt the cancer eat his wife
and love with no way out.
September 1, 2017. (based on accounts of Dr. Harry Harlow's experiment 'put of despair' to inflict despression on infant macaque monkeys by keeping them for years in isolation chambers). Written for Sara Kendrick's contest "Stuck."
Categories:
harlow, absence, abuse, animal, dark,
Form: Rhyme
I’ve seen this silent movie reprise:
lips moving, but there’s no sound
Listen, listen only with your eyes,
Rudy Valentino is speaking now
Lips moving, but there’s no sound ...
fact projectors are taking a break
Charlie Chaplin is speaking now,
telling you all Russia news is fake
Listen, listen only with your eyes,
another silent movie is on the spin
Laugh so hard hearing the false cries,
pantomime lies moving in celluloid skin
Buster Keaton is speaking now,
crying hard listening to palace parody
Lips moving, but there’s no sound ...
throwing blame elsewhere on somebody
Muted smiles saying everything’s great,
Jean Harlow is speaking now
Secrets meetings at an office matinee,
bad actors wearing wordless frowns
Another silent movie is on the spin ...
listen, listen only with your eyes,
Rudy Valentino is speaking again
I’ve seen this silent movie reprise
Categories:
harlow, analogy, corruption, political, truth,
Form: Pantoum
I like to look for the fall fae,
and I love to play in the leaves all day!
Sorry I'm not that good at couplets. It's actually my first one! Hope you like!
~Harlow
Categories:
harlow, autumn, fairy, magic, mythology,
Form: Couplet
Beautiful colors,
Drifting softly from the sky,
I really love fall. :)
I will be posting more poems about fall. It's such a beautiful season!
~Harlow
Categories:
harlow, autumn, happiness, imagination, inspiration,
Form: Haiku
Richard is a wheelchair sprinter,
Also a middle distance competitor,
Who sometimes races along side,
David Weir, so he’s had it hard.
He was born on the 11th November,
In the disco year of 1981, England,
With spina bifida, and trains strong,
At the Harlow Athletic Club busy.
At the BT Paralympic World Cup,
In London in 2012 he won the gold,
And then that same year, Emirates,
Sharjah in the Persian Gulf, T54
Richard, at the close International
Open Athletics Meeting, a bronze.
He’s No. 1 in the UK in his class,
In the 100m, and also in the 200m.
In Grossetto in Italy, in year 2016,
Which held the IPC Europeans,
He collected 3 silvers and 1 gold,
In the 100, 400, 800m, and 200m.
But sadly at Rio he did miss out,
On a medal position, came forth,
When he won a time of 47.17 secs,
Because of wheelchair problems.
He only came short by 0.10 secs,
Came behind China’s Yan Liu,
Tunisia’s Yassine Gharbi quick,
And Holland’s Kenny Weeghel.
He made up much, lots of ground,
On the final bend, he pushed hard,
To finish with his head held high,
And absolutely nothing to regret.
Categories:
harlow, desire, endurance, health, race,
Form: Blank verse