Hoards Poems

Remembering Through Journeying

...It’s caught up, always, in those little things:
street corners, half-familiar: shop facades:
it’s not so much expansive boulevards
as rain-worn roofs which pluck the silvery strings
of sorrow. Pa...

Sultry Summer

...
Sultry ~ the days of sizzling summer heat
when wildflowers bloom in meadows and fields.
The warm embrace of sunlight never yields
and on the horizon—  sea and sky meet.

I traipse across a...

Cacophany

...Where harmony hoards the supposed hurt,
Symphonies belie me.
I rein myself in to not be curt,
But noise surrounds me.
Where time heals the freshly toiling,
I have old, murky bloodstains
Yet no ...

Fire of Anxiety

...I watched every twig, every stick,
carefully placed -
I watched

Every branch left its mark,
playing its part like a symphony—
melodies whispering notes of peace,
while harmonies voice the dis...

Butterfly haiku

...

from mulberry tree
      hoards of butterflies in flight
            cocoons deserted
...

Nostalgia

...I stand before it,
Something that was my present in past,
And is yesterday today,
Something that has become a memory at last.

A shade of yellow settled in my eyes,
Which would now reminisce ev...

The sad Happy New Year

...
                                   The human creatures dancing 
                                To the rhythms of blood and flesh
                                  Shrieks and sobs of soft babies...

In the Wake of Talk the Walk

...A mother moans and bleeds
as tiny perfect feet
are swept downstream
motherless, unseen.
Plastic bag trashed with Life,
Placenta, - water borne
Small death-barge beached,
shipwreck complete.
A...

Vigilant Sword

...All work ethics and human virtues, he hoards
for twenty-five years, he has never stepped on mud
in him, civil service has a lord
every signboard shows he’s a man of his word
against financial cri...

Fawls

...Oh do they fall,
These leaves in hoards:
On greens, imploring, yellows
Orange, browns; The winds discourse
Believe in leaving flaws.
A force beholding needs....

Devil

...devil 
spread half truths
to followers
who see the raven fly 

devil
hide your face
under the moon 
and as we dwell, leave us

this path through hoards
of history's gold
watched by years
...

Death of a Poet

...“When the pen falls silent that once danced to the muse’s command and when the poet’s heart no longer beats with rhyme, we realize that the poet in us is dead. It is a sad truth difficult to reckon.”...

MOONLESS NIGHT

...It's one of those nights
The moon hoards its light
Fireflies taking stage
Lighting life into our gasping breaths.

Stars whispered known secrets
To the cool, quiet breeze
Grass beneath the she...

Delphic

...Title 1

"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." ... by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The written word bears roots abound
Hail favored mist of hallowed ground
Announced ...

Interview with a Grain of Sand

...Grain of sand,
Why have you come home with me?
Why have you left the others?
Don’t you feel alone?
Oh, I’m fine wherever I find myself.

Grain of sand,
How do you find a place for
 yourself a...

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