Lark Poems

When the morning lark has honed its  silver chirp,
a dream-like canvass floats into a higher octave,
setting passages alight with sun filled prospect as eternity dissolves its outer limbs....Read More

rain fell from the vast blue sky
lark looked;for dry limb~
wish came true, when rainbow smiled










2-11-2020
Alexis Y.
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I wandered over hills and dales the wind against my back
salmon running in the streams but I never learnt the knack
among the fields of buzzing bees and butterflies a flutter
distant sounds of thunder now sending wild birds to scatter

I wandered...Read More

lark spreads wings at dawn

sun folds reticent clouds –

shrike strikes in pursuit


foxglove spreads soft seeds

hedge shelters nature’s will –

dusk bears fear of growth


stars shine midnight oil

comets applaud rise and fall

night rings in silence


06th February 2020...Read More

August-bright adamant, 
Purple, bright, sweet. 
It stores your talent 
And its taste is sweet and sour. 

In the last month of summer 
The area is standing and breathing heat. 
The foliage is ready to change color, 
And the butterflies fly...Read More

‘If music be the food of love play on.’
Let mellow harps arouse the appetite
And ‘lark ascending’ serenade the night.

If melody enhances sweet romance
Then may the air be filled with joyful song
And flute with graceful timbre play along.

If music serve to...Read More

In spite of the way I was doomed in my past
I might have resumed all my duties at last
The ship captain's daughter who killed for a lark
Was tossed overboard in the path of a shark 

The captain himself made a...Read More

I have been scared of the darkness below
The sun glows bright and the wind will blow
I have been unprepared for the worst again
The moonbeams glimmer above like my pen

Was in solitude for hours
Ideas sprouting like flowers
Lost my heart in the...Read More

the song of the lark

as green leaves dance with the breeze . . .

gold seeps from the sky


Jan. 31, 2020
for  William Kekaula's "strict haiku" Contest...Read More

What is Beauty? Is it Truth? Is it Art?
Or the mean of the Golden Ratio?
Whatsoe'er beauty is, it does not show
in the vain and ugly, but in the heart
of them where love and charity take part;
it manifests in the wise,...Read More

 
I will turn back the beautiful pages of my childhood life,
with a deep love that cuts my heart like a knife-

I am walking hand in hand with my father in a park,
and in the distance is the sound of...Read More

'Let Him Who Is Without Sin Cast the First Stone.’

The Bible, John 8:7
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I have a great sadness deep within me,
there is a disappointment in my soul;
I am weeping with tears to fill a sea,
for a person who it is said-...Read More

Picked up a "girly" magazine 
Some put such mags down
If you overdo porn it is no good
But looking at beautiful naked woman
must be understood
To be a relevant past time 
and yes in this poem 
I do rhyme 
Most modern poets...Read More

In blue tinged glow of lustrous night,
Hollander watches bird in flight.
In breathless, quiet, shadowy gloom,
Trees are restless, night's abloom!

Hollander, where has gone the sun
In which you had so much fun?
And when evening's come, and shadows fall,
You stand and listen to...Read More

Like the wind
stars love to travel
celestial
journeying
exotic vacationers
racking up mileage.

Occasionally
a brief stopover
induces
a star to
settle down in a new place
happy as a lark.


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by Wayne Wysocki

An unlikely pair of symbionts
In harmony do swim
Through sunny, tropic waters,
Beyond the coral rim;

'Tis strange, for one is monstrous
And one is like a lark;
How oddly they are mated,
The pilot fish and shark....Read More

Loon Who Would Love a Lark

When Trump sang we had to hark;
Raving mad who seemed so stark;
Angels said,
He wet bed;
Loony as a loon that loved a lark.

Jim Horn

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Loon Who Would Love a Lark

When Trump sang we had to hark;
Raving mad who seemed so stark;
Angels said,
He wet bed;
Loony as a loon that loved a lark.

Jim Horn

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THE LUNATICS ARE IN THE PARK

A full moon and, the lunatics are collecting in the park
The oldies have seen all before; the kids think it a lark

The lunatics are eating the grass, the kids, smoking it
There is some kind of...Read More

My Dearest Brava,


On Q I'm awakened by the boom
sounds of thunder in my soul
lightning striking fire

I'm burning up 
and the day is yet to wonder

the lark consumed 
cats eyes, shined
walking fence posts after dark
twinkles amongst stars


it's three and I only...Read More

In music and artwork and poetry too,
top artists by genre I think must be none.
There simply exist too many of them
for me to name as the best only one.

So when asked who my favorite artist is,
I sat and I thought...Read More

Iridescent fishes are swimming today in the sea.
I want to jump in and swim a bit. How cold can it be?
I dive in the bitter cold waters on a simple lark.
Grateful when I am devoured by a big hungry shark.

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Canine, incisor, molar to.
What are all three? I’m looking at you.
One hundred thousand dollars up for grabs
Ellen is waiting showing her abs
Dogs teeth, teeth dogs, dogs the woman guesses.
Man gets a chance to steal. Dogs? He professes.
That’s great! His wife...Read More

The Cat Waits

By the light of the moon 
The cat waits until dark 
To catch his small prey 
Maybe a chipmunk or lark....Read More

A hundred years of praying,
A hundred years of song,
A hundred years' faith conveying,
And all the days were long!

A hundred years of fireflies,
A hundred years of red roses,
A hundred years of marmalade skies,
And God's love engrosses!

Reverend Hegstrom then, and Pastor Gorder...Read More