Long Moorland Poems

The year has finally yawned and turned       
Upon a half-revealed shoulder.
A vibrancy, intrinsic to a reemerging 
Enforcement of the strengthening light, 
In its deliberate and unconcerned   ...

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in the moorland
amidst the scores of heather
soft touches of amber silents
fall from heaven's light

within the gossamer breeze
daylight violets sway
drawing memories out
in a thought by chance
we come together
as a petal's fold
sipping thoughts
like morning dew
where there is...

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A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted snow;
Across the matted undergrowth
A bronzed carpet of copper coloured
Leaves
Whose rusting...

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To get there one must
Pass eerie looking moorland that is vast
Largest tree on earth its shadow will cast
Beyond it on will reach mountain pass at last

Continue up the mountain until you reach imposing drop
Down in...

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Spirit of the ancient isles,
Of Erin and of Albion,
I call to thee,
Please come to us,
Ancient spirit come to me,
I call to thee,
In moorland wind,
And highland glen,
In summer meadow,
By Greenwood tree,
I recall bluebells in spring,
Autumn rains...

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More scary than things that go bump in the night,
My nerves are now shattered because of my fright.
This left me like jelly and turned my hair white,
I’m lucky I’m living, to tell of my plight.

I...

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The October storm
In the valley would form
The rain and hail damage would perform
And meteorologists would predict another such storm

In the old house man is holding his wife’s pale hand
Hoping she and the unborn child would...

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In the center of the ocean
There is unusual commotion
On the island on that ocean
Wrath and hate is the prevailing emotion

On the island beautiful Alexandra bird wing butterfly
Will fly
To the endless azure sky
But if he goes...

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It starts beautifully in tropical rain forest beyond majestic mists
Birds of paradise show off their colors to admire their exquisiteness team persists
But there among the deep mists
Casting huge shadow their target exists

The way up starts...

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Early winter sun; low in the sky

Warm light burnishing the yellow leaves that stubbornly cling to the birches
Silver trunks contrast with their own dark shadows
Russet browns of the larches beyond add a touch of fire
And...

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AT THE FINAL GOODBYE

The congregation
mingled within the silent
stone slabs of their
ancestors, a final goodbye
to yet another
destined to leave this place.
Yet to one, in this his
profound sorrow an
enchanting moment.
He craved!  With a soul
sensitive and true...

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Inspired And in awe of Majestic Beauty.
.
Stagnant moss and patches of lichen
Cling to weathered uneven 
Sandstone dry stone walls
Segregating lush green moorland
Surrounded by silent sisters standing 
Lofty huge and tall 
As wholly clouds majestically ...

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Does your coat keep you warm and dry my dearest friend as you lay still and silent,
Did your metal helmet protect you on ruined fields as God called and took you away,
Did it hurt when...

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BLUBBERHOUSES MOOR

I have often pondered on words that have been written of your
verdant moorside chase, where so many faces you portray to suit
each season, the bluest haze of summer, autumn’s golden demise,
winter’s alpine crest and...

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HAIKU & TWO SENRYU
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


white sky... low the clouds
winter... stuck in a drift again
spring... where are you...
~~~
the bobbin dipper flies
below our secret rivers
spring... summer delight
~~~
ring ouzel... moorland
high craggy tors... upland moors
birding adventure
~~~
the avocet
fenland treasure... coastal dream
no...

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Pastoral Quilt.

A pastoral quilt
Of varied greens
And russet tawny browns
Surveyed  by adoring eye
On verge of a hill
High above he ground
The provaling wind 
Reddens my cheeks
With a slight bite
And tussles my hair 
As I breath in...

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When winter’s end is imminent and springtime soon becoming
blackbird and thrush in noble song bumble bee busily humming.
Scent of air fondles the hazy morning scattered seed cultivates 
memoirs of time, to ramble throughout lob wood...

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The dulcet rays of summertide extend
Their wings below the wavy crowns of trees,
Where slabs of stone adorn a path and blend
Their way across a kingdom owned by bees. 

Across the waterfall, a house of stone
Stands...

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by Bob Moore © 2019
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They say April love is for the very young
This is the time that new flowers to life have sprung
When smell of spring gives air to the lung
And when colorful melody birds have sung

The cherry tree...

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In early eighteen-forty-four,
In Cornwall’s heart; on Bodmin Moor,
Charlotte Dymond, a young farm maid,
Had her throat slit with a steel blade,
She crossed fast streams and deadly bogs,
Found her way through mists and fogs,
But couldn’t stop that...

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Watcher ...

he wandered the upper
moorland mists -
the highest fells of Scottish countryside -
wrapped in robes of wan, wispy light …
aglow like the full of the moon,
and aback a white Arabian stallion …
he commanded the
brume and...

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When, on that craggy moorland verge,
you make your stand, body braced
      against the storms bullying bite;
when you permit the squall
          ...

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#EPANALEPSIS POEM

Wildlife habitats, of many forms, succumbing to human habitats.
Rainforests of the world wilfully destroyed to satisfy human greed.
Regardless of wildlife or endemic human beings, the rainforests go!
Valleys, wetlands, drowned or dehydrated like the wetlands...

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Fingers of light pierced the clouds caressing the moors
with life giving warmth, purples, browns and greens of
heathers mingled, blended, in a union of beauty. Yellow
of gorse splashed in the sultry, hazy spectre of natures
superb canvas....

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