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Jacaranda Herald

Your sudden dome, like purple popcorn,
erupts as crochet-baubles:
Nanna-graffiti in a tree.

Underneath, dizzy bees stagger 
in your fallen floral wealth.

Jacaranda on a spree: you herald heat, 
cicadas, and thunderstorms 
that will trash your lavish treasure. 

Herald of Eternity

Poetic verses manifest,
for there is beauty unattained.

We yearn for distant, lofty skies;
for floating, contemplative clouds,
and souls that overflow the eyes.

Combustive, nameless hankerings
revitalize our sluggish hearts,
prolonging our linguistic cruise.

Forever, we anticipate
precise vocabulary hues.

All we possess is poetry
to hold on to our heavenly 
infatuation with the world,
for poetry has always been
the herald of eternity.

Herald

frozen silver lake
thunderous cracking at dawn
heralds birth of spring

Hark the Herald

Pretty pink sunset
I've got you on my mind
I long for you to be here
To share this late day find

It's one thing we've in common
Amongst many other things
We like to view the sunset
In a way it's like it sings

A brilliant colored cadence
The coda for the day
Heralding the terminator
In deepening shades of gray

Separating day from night
Soon it

Herald the Day

My song at daybreak is abundant with optimism.
The dawn brings gentle melodies,
As the sun peeps over the darkened horizon,
My song embarks on a song of grace,
As the suns golden orb is appearing 
And lightens the darkened sky.
It brings vibrant colour to a sleeping realm.
My song springs into full illustrious voice.
Lyrics flooding the countryside with hope

My White Rabbit Herald

Hardly anyone else has their own white rabbit herald.
I do. His name is Poindexter P. Horacio Merry Merald.
He announces things to me in my ear all the time.
You don’t need to write that; it’s now time to rhyme.

That’s not the adjective I would use. I am flummoxed.
You are annoying me greatly; I am super gumm-uxed.
I

Hark the Happy Herald Angels Sing

Hark the happy herald angels sing
Bethlehem has ushered in a King
Peace on earth, mercy mild, good will to men.
Humble birth is a magnificent win.

Hark the happy herald angels sing
Star in the east has shown us a King
Animal in stable take a knee
Most wondrous sight they’ll ever see

Hark the happy herald angels sing
Christian’s faithful rejoice, and

Herald In a New Dawn

He gasped for breath under the brutal feet.... George Floyd, the black man at Minneapolis, a hapless victim of color prejudice. One more in the list... maligned for centuries, casting dark shadows in the dim light of apartheid, assault and abomination ! 

Our world is now fractioned and fragmented into a million pieces, unable to

Beauty Bucolic Scene

Bland  bucolic scene
      hidden behind a light rain
        a herald cock crows

My Herald of the Morn

my cat sticks his paw 
in my face to wake me up 
as the new dawn breaks.

Herald

Newsflash:
"Stranger times have never been
As humanity battles forces as yet unseen..
Not just those things beyond our eyes
But hidden troubles that wrestle for our lives.." 
---

Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Glory to the New Born King 

So what has changed?
To make our lives so wonkey 
Christmas used to be simple..
Two people.. A donkey.
It's like we have seen

Hark the Herald Angels Sing Hymn

Note: "The original hymn text was written as a "Hymn for Christmas-Day" by Charles Wesley, included in the 1739 John Wesley collection Hymns and Sacred Poems writing, (song) HARK how all the Welkin rings "Glory to the Kings of Kings, "Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild, "GOD and Sinners reconcil'd!. Wesley's original hymn began with

Mozzie

Clad in black white strips,
Herald of muggy summers arrive.

With alert feathery antennae,
She begins hovering around.
I was literally dumbfound!
I mean! how dare she enter unannounced!
Even the cop needs cause and justification.
How come she has no reservations!
She just says, “Mozzie is here to stay!”
Hey! What is this way?

Without any warning she inserts her proboscis.
Doesn’t ever bother, it

Herald Time Gone By

Throughout the Spring and Summer - we travel to many a fair.
We dress up in Renassiance Garb and see various sights so rare.
Vendors lined up in Merchants Row
Their crafts and wares for to show.

The mood is festive, the people are bright. 
Oh, look over yonder, I see a Knight.
There's Lords and Ladys and Chivalry too,
I

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