Harum Scarum Poems | Examples


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The Superb Blue Wren

Oh I do love the Superb Blue Wren
And thrill to see it now and then
When riding on the bicycle path 
It’s fairylike antics make me laugh.

With feathers of electric blue 
And little chirps clear and true 
He flitters lightly upon the breeze 
And puts my troubled mind at ease.

Does he know or even care
About my ever-loving stare
As he gathers his little harem
And I ride off harum-scarum.

But I give thanks that God made thee
As you perch quite close to me
And I hear your birdy laughter 
May you live forever after.

Premium Member Our Beloved Ben

Ben,our springer,brown & white
Was our teen-daughter's delight;
Bred by the famous Shand-Kydd
Causing us to part with fifty quid.

He soon grew,chewing lino & chairs
Forever racing up our stairs;
We'd no idea what he would become
This stress-filled harum-scarum.

A sporting dog,much too inbred
So to the vet,our footsteps led;
A day so filled with tears,
Engraved upon all our yesteryears.

Premium Member A Best Friend Saga Contrast

Ben,our springer,brown & white
Was our teen-daughter's delight;
Bred by the famous Shand-Kydd
Causing us to part with fifty quid.

He soon grew,chewing lino & chairs
Forever racing up our stairs;
We'd no idea what he would become
This stress-filled harum-scarum.

A sporting dog,much too inbred
So to the vet,our footsteps led;
A day so filled with tears,
Engraved upon all our yesteryears.

Soon, we were given Bess
Collie-cross,black & white,no less;
Perfect in temperament,ready to please
Walking her,my mind at ease.

Each night to her bean bag she crept
In the kitchen , cosy,she slept;
Welcomed all with wagging tail
Without faults,she could not fail.

A pet no one would ever trade
Her memory now in cross-stitch made;
Loyalty of the lasting,loving kind
No replacement,were we to find.




Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008


Premium Member Memories Are Made of This

Ben,our springer,brown & white
was our teen-daughter's delight;
Bred by the famous Shand-Kydd
causing us to part with fifty quid.

He soon grew,chewing  chairs
forever racing up our stairs;
We'd no idea what he would be
the harum-scarum,we now see

A sporting dog,much too inbred
so to the vet,our footsteps led;
A day so filled with tears,
engraved upon our yesteryears.

Soon, we were given Bess
black&white,collie-cross,no less;
Perfect in temperament,ready to please
walking her,my mind at ease.

Each night to her bean bag she crept
in the kitchen , cosy,she slept;
Welcomed all with wagging tail
without a fault,she could not fail.

A pet no one would ever trade
her picture now in cross-stitch made
to remind loyalty of that lasting kind
No replacement,could we to find.

Premium Member Delirium

“It's so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.”

— Lauren Oliver, Delirium

DELIRIUM

oxytocin on her sleeve
     where she
dribbled;

      bonnet bunched up
chucked in closet.

a harum-scarum skeleton,
       big knobby head
    on baptismal pillow.

its silk molding;
     trichotillomania.

feverish chattering
               of bony teeth,

always half-asleep.

the purring of a kitten,
warm with milk.

          she’s verifiable.

7/22/2020
Delirium Poetry Contest
Kai Michel Neumann

My First Crime

At the crack of dawn on a street blanketed with snow,
The shotgun pellets crater my chest, back and thighs,
Thickly the hot metals drove in, each like a harum-scarum driver,
Sputtering my flesh and blood on the ground.

Groaning in pains, thoughts vague as the fitful breeze,
I became weak and frail like the vapor of a vale,
Wrangling over the details of my crime like a grasping pawnbroker,
My limpidity and sensibilities darkened,
Like a puerile illusion.

My mouth agape, clamouring for utterances but failed,
Suddenly, the constable's bug-eyes glazed bewildered, 
Then his slits of lips snarled at my expiring fragments, 
“You motherless and African felon!” 

Tied to the bars, minutes crawled by like years and hours like eternity,
The pains became unbearable and I wished to die
When I felt the mortal coldness of my gloomy soul, like death itself,
It was then the police officer said to me,
"Having a black skin here is your crime".


Fire Operatie


FIRE OPERATIE.      (operatie is Dutch word for operation in English)


F ine matter in combustion with oxygen too luculent,
I ncandescent fire's poise flares up its ligament.
R esourceful if used with a well crafted stroke,
E nds up in its originality into a smoke.

Barbeque pomfret dances on the hot grill plate,
Fella operant is harum scarum,focus drifts to marr,
Fish a dish untowardly gets blackish straight,
Penchant of the palate now becomes a scar.

Water cycle disturbed,soil has furious fire,
Ex improviso calamities,lava,firestorms dig deep,
Diseases new to skin pop up,scorching rays conspire,
Greed of us if controlled,time again will reap.

Flambeau flickers soothing fire,inner heart purges,
So many wants wanted,this is what one urges.


Contest:Elements Part 4.
Sponsor:Brian Davey.
01/05/2016

In Vogue

Hermetics heirs presumptives of, harum-scarum....
Speculum's mist beyound the threshold paints this night
With colours dipped in oils vibrant shadows of avatar's
Soothsayers spring tide canvas' framed by
Buteos zenith ~
Vantaged splashings from upon, the avant-garde's
Separtist spaces amid such, moments; tembres these
Belles-lettres', artesians wells of euphemisms eulogies towards this
Hexagon's phoenix now vivified from yesteryears
Bittersweet nightshade personified; segues seignior!? Renaissonic refurbs.

....In Vogue ~

Hermetics heirs presumptives of, harum-scarum....

Speculums mist beyond the threshold paints this night

With colours dipped in oils vibrant shadows of avatars

Soothsayers spring tide canvas' framed by

Buteos zenith....

Vantaged splashings from upon, the avant-gardes

Separtist spaces amid such moments tembres these

Belles-lettres', artesians wells of euphemisms eulogies towards this

Hexagons phoenix now vivified from yesteryears

Bittersweet nightshade personified; segues seignior!?

Renaissonic refurbs....

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....In vogue ~







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