Shells Break, Old Guy Writes
...The swallows and falcons
are out of their shells.
The sky has more wings now.
Spring bounds around -
the foals' long legs
kick up meadow buttercups.
If I were younger,
if I were stronger,
If ...
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Categories:
hayfield, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Pennine Chain
...Pennine Chain
by Bob Moore © 2021
I’ve camped in the hills of the Pennine Chain
in the cold, and the snow, and the pouring rain
and if I was young I would do it again
but the...
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Categories:
hayfield, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Rose Meadow
...Rose Meadow, an outcast woman,
portrayed by Fertie Fields.
The film chronicles her Pagan beliefs.
A supporting cast boasts
Roland (Rollie) Hills and Hayden Hayfield.
Cameos by Misty Marsh and...
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Categories:
hayfield, film, life, mystery, nature,
Form: Free verse
Manchester Lad
...Manchester Lad
by Robert (Bob) Moore
We used to live in Manchester, in England, the UK
till one day, our dad said, we’re going to move away
Australia’s whe...
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Categories:
hayfield, family,
Form: Rhyme
Asylum
...No one refuses a refuge
Even the holiness stays at sanctuary.
I'm halfway into the street
whose paw had held million souls
& millions of us astray at nights
like the Sun caught up in the chamb...
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Categories:
hayfield, immigration, life,
Form: Blank verse
The Journey
...The Journey
by Robert J (Bob) Moore ©2020
We used to live in Manchester, in England, the UK
till one day our dad said, we’re going to move away
Australia’s where were going to, a land of sand a...
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Categories:
hayfield, journey,
Form: Rhyme
Shades of This and That
...sun on the hill a hayfield
on an uncle’s farm
my childhood, captured gold
reflections on a placid lake
trees and greenery rise
ripple a silver face
later a song in the air
the summer of love
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Categories:
hayfield, allusion, appreciation, childhood, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Fate of Rose
...The fairest creature I, in the garden of the blossoms,
My scarlet visage overweighs the evil of thorny vesture,
In my dwelling, an unheard hymn the sparrows sing of,
Melodies of praise stacked up ...
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Categories:
hayfield, 4th grade, fate,
Form: Romanticism
Signs of Spring Emerge a Newborn Lamb
...It laves under the waves of warm sunshine,
a chill breath of almost spring- near weather
deliver endless hope and yearn of the fruit vine,
her wee frame caressed by the moor's heather.
A look ...
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Categories:
hayfield, butterfly, flower, growth, sunshine,
Form: Sonnet
The Plum Compulsion
...a black rose offers pink play on golden hayfield - a plum compulsion
January 3, 2018
Monoku 4: Colours - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One...
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Categories:
hayfield, color,
Form: Monoku
Hayfield
...Sky color shades hue
red yellow orange blue
insects click birds sing
trees leaves cling
green summer pleasure
gold harvest treasure
weeping-willow hill
far removed autumn chill
morning mist r...
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Categories:
hayfield, america, august, farm, freedom,
Form: Light Verse
Seasonal Death
...through a mud stained field
and thickets galore
mountaintops blue in the haze
walked through hayfield stubble
with a damp, faithful dog
I am anticipating Halloween
but thoughts dissolve quick...
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Categories:
hayfield, mountains, nature, october, seasons,
Form: Imagism
A Look of Revelation
...Symbols and sigils flood the forebrain as I walk through the metal and wired glass doors. With an whoosh of air, they close as if mocking the breath I had held in too long. Fear beaded in the sweat o...
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Categories:
hayfield, betrayal,
Form: Haibun
Feeding Horses
...FEEDING HORSES
She was four years old
Apples in bulging pockets from garden trees
Cold day in autumn
Stroll down to Paddy Sands’s horse pasture
Stop at five-bar gate and lift her up
Ca...
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Categories:
hayfield, animalshorse,
Form: Free verse
The Old Red Barn and I
...The first time I painted the old red barn
I was twenty years old and the skies were blue.
There it sat in the middle of the hay field
Waiting to be immortalized on canvas.
The second ...
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Categories:
hayfield, nostalgiaold, time, old, red,
Form: Couplet
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