Long Harks Poems
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Clumsy knock about clown endears
Bubble blown, unicycling, tightrope dance
Underneath charisma, after the cheers
Grinning sinister inkling stirs up fears
Guise causes unnerved scare's enhance
Aside from a smattering of film features
What strikes terror of tumbling funny fool?
Stealth beguiling starshine easily beseeches
Skillful smiling juggler, charm widely reaches
Clapping audience, varied susceptible pool
Cunning assists any intended criminal
Never ending hanky story, needed device
Whilst being appeased, message subliminal
Strategy of fake face, stab in back abysmal
Convinced victims fall for honk nosed entice
Misgiving for characters larger than life
Natural response, harks prehistoric origins
Gleam eyed charmer warns of looming strife
Cuts familiars with pantaloon stashed knife
Trust's betrayal, robbed ones acknowledging
Faith in flamboyant rubber flower thruster burst
Smack faced shock of a dozen popped balloons
Act of slapstick big shoed tricks well rehearsed
Damaged willing givers wish they thought first
Listen to their instinct, instead of lullaby croon
Written 29th July 2020 for Brian Strand's
Any Form, Any Theme, Completely New, Volume 15
Vitriolic stances generate vicious marks.
Sweltering, an irritating swamp of sadness.
The bold spirit is infused with pitiful dark.
Levied by cruel words exuding madness.
Each genius suffers fools that ruin their harks.
Parades of enormous egos in the sky.
Thinking, they are clever in their eyes.
If you follow the fool, you will run dry.
This sense of pride links the beat to the rise.
The patient’s head horn was extremely high.
If you seek fame, they shun the white feathers.
Going by water and fire pulls you near.
Stiff work is vital for raising bright ethers.
Each step takes us closer, great or mere.
Bear you via a mirror and dispel your pressure.
Written: October 10, 2022
Sandstone erode into dust harks history's fade
Effected by events, weathered
Crept century torture administers eventual taint
Withered time drives incessant
Battered slate roof removed promotes damage
Cold rain and blazing sun hurt
Cyprus seeds challenge infertile dust, establish
Passage through gathered dirt
Co dependent pieces redefine a weary structure
Fed full on counterpart stength
Capability maps character, freshened functions
Exchange worshipped sentiment
Protected rod trunk tree intersects better entity
Deep dug roots, a chasm shielding
Tumult inevitably threatens to reinstate tentative
Pledge prevails, reliance appealing
Dedicated to tasks, support and every day bolster
Ruin renewed by flaura's courage
Offers availed are automated, mutual responders
Hold each firm in order to flourish
23rd November
**Syllable counter checked, 5-7-5, 5-7-5, 5-7-5, 5-7-5, 5-7-5, 5-7-5
A brevity trails
of life's bounty, engaging
the elements nigh,
be they neath, be they
sides, be they all around, starts
of a summer June
saffron breaths of warmth,
ochered until the leaves fall,
recalls September's
colorful hints tinged
orangey hues soften cools
an autumn breeze cease
harks December snows,
delight sprinkles of white dust
bouts colored lights,
until March begins
a greener spring, another
year starts a new trail.
Hope was Burrow's substance, where he poured his time,
Pedalling steadily.
Intended path made smooth for those in legacy line.
Sliced through wiry roots,
Watchguard Wombat dug safety spaces.
Safety albeit empty,
claw shortening scooping to prop up progeny.
Plodding stoically.
Muffled praise from mollycoddled recipients who forgot
to congratulate wombat.
Chirps trill between ear orifices, a cheerful bell,
twinkling creek,
Thrill of apparently sucidal bird ledge leap,
harks updraught as capacity for flight.
Her name is Rainbow, though only he calls her so.
Optimism is Burrow's skeleton, firm fragile scaffold not broken
Bloodstream good Samaritan convinces him those closest know
that he would give everything
- devoid of return, satisfied in striving.
Fallen from insipid clouds, risen to a wide arc -
Squadron Observation squawk when the sun reemerges.
Related inseparably, sweet candy stripes are strings,
Harnesses of translucent hues.
Rainbow holds a cauldron in her wings
Shivered salute feather plume pom poms, her support
Altitude albeit not born to
Chimes a celebratory chortle, rain's finishing touch
Firey refraction stacks medallions of precious metal.
Magnetism draws, claws refuse to dig, Burrow closes.
Academy of affluent fly close to burn point,
- risk being scorched
Hypnotised by the increments his digits indicate.
Prospective friends and followers fill up his hollow
Lucrative lure curates karma, demanded by lorikeet
Marionettes dance, tuned to bushland command
Pinnochios pulled by Burrow's Rainbow.
There is a lark who is born to live in the meadow,
perched far above the smooth mountain stones.
She will rise from fields of the cloverleaf cradles,
with a foxglove petal, riding her wings.
A feather she's worn, will flutter on down,
to welcome us here, and to tickle our nose.
With a moment to cling, it is soft as a dream;
then it lifts into streams, of the sweet morning breeze.
She must sing from the heart, to awaken the dawn.
Her valor will linger, in the late morning sun.
Her tempo, announces a thaw in the spring,
Bringing a promise, of flowers and green.
Her voice has a cadence, a solo, ascending,
that comes with an encore, tremolos impending,
so fragile, it harks as a piccolo, playing.
She circles at dawn, to wake you and cheer you.
But at sundown, she croons, a soprano to soothe you.
She's a lark from a meadow, that mellows the heart
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Tryst edged ... Aurora whisper serendipitous saffrons,
e'er forging balms beamish strands to aerate crown's expanse, whilst bestrewn
lissome mists waltzes amongst errant gasp caught in rapture.
An ephemeral cloudburst evaporates on supine
silhouettes of the gods. Pristine manna with a sigh ... midst hollow
utter, guides dulcet zephyrs to petrichor arousals.
Purged euphoric realm steep in its prismatic solitude
poise, waft chimerical imagery effervescent caprices,
volley afar ... harks labyrinths mellifluous murmur.
Vesper, yon the zenith of Terra, breathe his claim toward
the cosmos, granting resplendent panacea a vestured vault,
... occasions an epiphany as moonglade o'er a lake.
Every year seems to bring more sorrow to my heart,
And everytime i try a fresh start
But it just leads me back in a place thats evermore dark
That is why I know hide and protect it
Right behind a giant and strudy Rock
And in it lies a sword,
Like excalibur my spirit it becomes,
Tearing away my assailants
Before they have a chance to seek and strike
The song that wreathes from my sword
Keeps me warm while my soul within it waits and harks
As for my Rock...
My God..
The blue rosewhos heart is always torn apart,
and resowed
I know because i felt it also
Like father like son
Until the end of the road..
Or at least another loop hole
Hub for the hopeful
Bevy of potential sent screenside
Embellished profile
Scerricks of authenticity required
Jackpotted currency
drops golden hot potatoes
Speed swiped discovery
Divides maybes from 'not those'
Loin lain choicest
upon stainless steel counter
Gut hunger cloistered
By lush cuts unsurmounted
Lustre ravishing
Imploring pupils, strengths flared
Faults vanishing
Stall holders spruke shiny wares
Descriptions flimsy
outline inability to converse
Decisions to loiter, with whimsy
Human facets far more diverse
I'm looking for
a person to worship me
Need harks insecure
Bolstering sought erroneously
Suicided profiles
never reappear, withered
Through friend turnstyle
For fresh pasture given
Additions become
assets happily acquired
Featured favourite someone
Love's inbox enlivened
Subtracted chances
ride aesthetics' cruel camel
Shifting sand dances
Will end in itching, damn you
D I S C L A I M E R
Use it, - young determined and undamagable!
Swing a leg over pout mouth gallavanting camel
On a harbor of restless shore
she scans across the deepened waves,
to end pain’s grim just like before...
as necklace breaks, in chilled farewell.
By edge of evening, time races
with hope to drown in circling tides.
Not a chance to hold stars’ graces,
a wish tangled in poverty.
Big dipper heeds her whimper, faint
as dazzling light soaks in blue sea.
Until her child harks ,” Mom, have faith;
I'm here with you, through love’s glory.”
By questioning the bleak of life
her truth alights, now out of strife.
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Re-submitted 9/16/2017