Long Clement Poems
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The pasture smiled and gave its blessing nearby the sacred gentle river
Solemn sun sent tender rays through the moisture of dispersing clouds
Shadows of dawn had turned into a clement plethora of infinite shades
A bristlecone pine oozed sap and nourished bundles of evergreen need
Moss kindled seeds of adventure as it reflected surreptitious secrets
The spring was far away in the passing of time place and direction
Clandestine water was calm as it carried its cargo back to the Source
Dew paid due respect as it cradled condensation into prism of thought
‘You cannot jump into the same watercourse twice’ Jordan pondered
How to cross to the other side with no imminent island no stepping stone
Bridging the gap between memories anticipation and untold conclusion
‘Retreat to the interlude of passage but do not suspend the journey'
Only a fool waits for the cascades of being to abate before travelling
By now the full moon cast ivory spells to harvest crops of uncertain salvation
A coyote howled in the distance but Jordan proceeded sheltered by Earth
He left the glimmering camp fire garnered momentum and passion
Plied caution into courage forged resilience and audacious determination
Asked for lunar guidance put faith into dreams let go of the past and floated
06th March 2019
Claims bestilled north river long shores of yore,
inscribed quill while floored, dry well mirror cracked,
breathes clement time preclude stray minds the score,
crept halls, wings, flights of stares, hearts apart prepped,
Cobbled stones of years earned the weight wield turned,
Spring hast sprung that allay belongs the myth,
fog shrouds descend the lengths city lights burned,
themed century earned those writes be true cometh.
Dickens and Poe gave it a go, Stateside,
wherefore and whys -- writing -- forevermore,
Poe taxes implore, task pretense decide,
be the tale that wiped floors of blood and gore.
His parting, stretched wisdom sweetened his climb,
Sense tells in the home, was farthest to fine.
Enchanted by this lovely clement day
while writing poems like Calliope -
I wish in springtime I could ever stay.
To see the sun come up above the bay
as shadows of the pre-dawn quickly flee -
enchanted by this lovely clement day.
To hear the cheerful chirping of a jay
as I sit underneath a cherry tree,
I wish in springtime I could ever stay.
To smell the fragrant rose bushes of May
and hear the buzzing of a honeybee -
enchanted by this lovely clement day.
To watch new birds performing their ballet
in azure heavens as they glide so free,
I wish in springtime I could ever stay.
To ponder how sun slowly slips away
inside a pink-streaked sky, then down to sea,
I wish in springtime I could ever stay -
enchanted by this lovely clement day.
In power's shadowed halls, where destinies lie,
Two titans faced off, ambition held high.
Henry, the monarch, resolute and strong,
Clement, the Pontiff, with justice lifelong.
Henry, a Tudor, with fire in his plea—
Bound by a marriage he longed to set free.
Catherine’s union, a burden, profound,
A restless king seeking love unbound.
From Rome's gilded heights to Hampton's cold stone,
Letters flew swiftly, their tensions full-blown.
Diplomatic waltzes, veiled threats in each line,
An empire's faith swayed by power’s design.
Clement, ensnared in political tides,
Measured each move with the world as his guide.
Would papal decree grant Henry release,
Or bind England's fate in vows that won’t cease?
The courtrooms of Europe buzzed with the fray,
As realms held their breath for what Rome might say.
Henry, defiant, refused to be swayed,
An empire's schism in moments replayed.
No whispers of love, but a clash so vast,
A marriage's end, echoing through the past.
Kingship and doctrine—a battle of right,
Two forces unyielding, converging in might.
Thus, history's annals remember their fight:
A crown and a mitre, two powers alight.
Not bound by affection, but destiny’s hand—
The severed threads of a kingdom's command.
Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy*
Born the Savior who set us free
Our Life, our Sweetness, and our Hope*
Give us strength to maintain and cope
*To Thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve*
As at the realization of our own sin do we grieve
*To Thee do we send up our sighs*
Seeing only Your Glory through our eyes
*Mourning and weeping in this vale of tears*
With such deep darkness causing such fears
*Turn then, most gracious Advocate*
As to the world my love and Honor to You I submit
*Thine Eyes of Mercy toward us after this our exile*
Carry us Sweet Mary during each and every trial
*Show us the Blessed Fruit of thy Womb(Jesus)*
This world which is so headed for doom
*O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.*
*Pray for us O Holy Mother of God*
*That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ. *
* The Prayer Hail Holy Queen*
There was a man named Kaldi who herded sheep
He fed them berries in Ethiopia but they could not sleep
He then told his friends and they tried them, too
Soon everyone worked harder and said goodbye to curfews
Not 600 years later, it had spread through the Arabian Peninsula
Then Turkey, Egypt, Persia, and Syria
There was a terrible time when the Turks invaded Hungary
But rumor has it that is when they brought coffee
From 1520 on the story goes
Coffee spilled through Europe and put people on their toes
But many people in the church they had their concerns
They called it Satanic and in hell coffee drinkers would burn
But Pope Clement VIII he gave the bitter drink his blessing
Then in 1670s London King Charles II took to his own messing
There were fears of coffee meetings and political uprisings
But by the end of the 1600s Kings Arms of Manhattan cafe was jiving
It was brought by the Dutch to New Amsterdam
People preferred tea and beer but would give coffee a chance
Decades went by and they sipped, worked, and danced
But by 1773 something forever changed the fate
Of not just coffee but the colonies' reason to celebrate
King George III went wild with tea taxes
Revolutionaries rebelled by the masses
They had the Boston Tea Party and then the war
America was born and it opened a door
Not just for freedom but the bitter, once Satanic drink
It changed the way people socialize and the way that they think
From Ethiopia to Turkey to England and the US we have Kaldi to thank and our minds to impress
Existence, herein, is like water in an earthen pot.
A grit on the problem is enough to bring it to naught.
The water in it is cool and as clear as a crystal.
Though physically brittle, both within them are blissful.
Does the fish in a drying pond die of fear every day?
Amidst the dangers of dragnets, doesn't it find its way?
It's movement is gentle. Consciousness is concentrated.
No harm to anyone is done. Is life consecrated?
Stuck in the marshy mud, the sunflower raises its head.
Bees, peeping through it and finding no honey, fly ahead.
Butterfly, dragonfly, hummingbird, parrot, or sparrow
In a Zen flux, as though a silent stream, it seems to flow.
Like the fragrance of basil or mint, I merge in the breeze!
My pilgrimage towards perfection never seems to cease.
Acts of compassion, as though the fin of a fish, breathes love
Though legs measure the clement earth, the mind flies far above.
Clement weather is often just my dream.
I don’t mind wispy white clouds way up high,
or marshmallow ones topped with whipping cream.
Alas, brooding nimbus are drawing nigh,
I yearn for azure skies and one sunbeam!
Raindrops fall, I hear them pitter-patter,
then hail stones bounce upon my brand new car.
I daren’t go outside and watch them batter
my garden, too. Ice storms are so bizarre
and their crashing makes such a loud clatter!
Rain still teems down, it’s been pouring for hours.
Where’s the warm sunshine, and vivid rainbow?
Torn to shreds will be my lovely flowers,
trellis of sweet peas, just starting to grow.
How I loathe these sudden April showers!
Dark clouds start to lift, a rainbow appears.
Sun’s peeking through a minute patch of blue.
Prisms of colour, I’ve so adored for years.
I’ll venture out to get a better view
for such a welcomed sight moves me to tears
The last poem Harry Horsman wrote,
posted at PS is worthy of taking note.
The Haiku held my attention, greatly impressed
by its unique title and the sentiment expressed.
I write this to articulate my modest tribute,
now that the eloquent poet has become mute.
His poem “Thwarted” reads as follows,
in his PS page as listed shows.
clement moons lose glow...
sun rises dries dewy tears
heart of mist broken © Harry J Horsman 2023.
The poem earned the well-deserved POTD
with its subtle and magnificent imagery.
The elegant use of words for the poem to fill,
displays his creative penman’s excellent skill.
The moving emotions touch and deftly flow,
personified with the metaphoric innuendo.
Like many poets you’ve also gone away,
dear Harry, rest in eternal peace, I pray.
__________
May 28, 2023
Contest : Tributes To Harry Horsman : An Uncontest
Sponsored by : Andrea Dietrich
The future depends on what you do today
— Mahatma Gandhi
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The future’s the mirror that today displays—
A sly cloud occluding the boundless sky;
Where past dreams drift through as a sweet song plays,
In warmest affection where old echoes lie.
As fresh flowers bloom in clement weather,
So is the future soaked in today’s own sweat,
Else, borne by the wind, they fall like feathers—
And if it snaps, it’s today’s own regret.
Our hereafter is steeped in the present—
Either in brine or cool-air’s caress,
Yet still it bends toward a light so pleasant,
For bright sunlight clears its silent distress.
Tomorrow is no stranger in disguise;
It’s the seed of now, carefully watered
By the few whose vision makes them wise—
For joy to be raised, or left to be slaughtered.