Short Alouette Poems
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The canvas empty
The pen is sickly
Spewing emotional guts
Heavy weight lifted
Right hand is privileged
Leaving the paper nip-tucked
Eddie Merritt......."Alouette Your cleansing rite" Peace
ginger surmising
the mood while rising
a sip for me, Bach and tea
a bench for a throne
liberates my own
connection with ivory
restless eyes draw closed
moments to compose
gingerly to far off place-
fragrant steam escapes
wrapping rapture's shape
in timeless, lyrical lace
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Sperate the spaces,
Tracking our traces
We're not ever far apart,
The finest composed
Written with our prose
We'll sing slow songs of the heart
Feelings of freedom
Subset is seldom
Distancing, us from the start
Dissolve all the years
Bandage all our fears
Brought this harmony so smart
wings beating, beating
a frenzied greeting
hovering around my head
here and there you flit
with no time to sit
so much work to keep you fed
oh you little sprite
wonder at your flight
you're so like a magic spell
flash of ruby wing
pleasure that you bring
here and gone, a sweet farewell
Saffron wore the brave
for freedom they craved
wrote history with their blood
we give salute
they faced the brute
our lives are not nipped in bud
non-violent way
freedom knocks one day
need to revere sincerely
wow to commit lives
let the nation thrive
price in past borne so dearly
Date: 3.9.2014
Now there will be wine,
Grapes are big and fine.
Come yee all to the vineyard;
Vino loves our smiles,
In near and in miles;
Toast goblets lady and lad.
Red or white, our choice,
In harvest, Rejoice:
We shall harvest, wine and dance;
Vino's bubling gift,
In wine is no rift,
But smile,love and romance.
September is here
With skies bright and clear.
Summer birds will be southbound.
Cooler breezes near.
School football we cheer.
The young quarterback is downed.
Parents go berserk,
Call player a jerk
For manhandling their loved son.
The ref's not a shirk,
Is good at his work,
Says no infraction was done.
longer than Haikus
this the form i use
till my inspiration gone
five five and seven
in lyric heaven
my pen just writes on and on.
like treasures of gold
my words in heart hold
a wealth of thought and feeling
spill out upon page
enhanced through the age
this my way of self-healing.
© Harry J Horsman 2014
By my window low
warm wind stops to blow.
Tune of rustling leaves I hear.
Sky gleams blue delight
cloud turns feather white.
I listen fall's footfall clear.
Trees soak colors fine
from the twilight shine
as the spent sun starts to set.
When the day dawns new
from crowned meadow's dew
autumn's radiance I get.
Glittering lights shine
Is this just a sign?
I believe He is alive
Singing grace divine
Breath soft on the pine
Merry hearts always survive
Christmas in the heart
Where joy and hope start
I believe God’s Son was born
On that silent night
When hearts were made right
Because our souls He’d adorn
Autumn Alouette
Autumn slips away -
Pearly mists of grey
Settle on the scarlet leaves;
Fields now seem forlorn
Gone the wheat and corn
Bundled into golden sheaves.
Daylight seems to mourn
Passing days and storms
Umber glories litter streets;
Crystal frost now plays
In a pumpkin haze
After days of solstice heat.
Winter winds how cold
with blinding snow bold,
skip us; I demand thee!
See the white flakes dance,
while yards they romance.
Winter days make scarce and flee.
Psychotic cold breeze
broken limbs dry freeze.
Vacant and hollow air spins.
Air is cold by light,
and chilled more by night.
Winter depression begins.
Autumn enters now,
cleansing every bough.
Leaves start tumbling to the ground,
caught in spiral whorl,
patterned in a swirl.
Still falling without a sound.
Above, limbs are bare.
Coldest air they'll share.
They'll stay that way until spring.
Fighting with the cold,
waiting to behold.
When the birds begin to sing.
8/31/14
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Tumbling and rushing
Grumbling and gushing
Through reeds and over great rocks
Swelling and swaying
Dancing and playing
Mid nettles thistles and docks
But down the low glen
Where moor turns to fen
The river slows her fast pace
And there in the mire
She loses her fire
Yields and abandons the race
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30/08/14
Mystical sunset
Horizon's duet
Serenity's serenade
Wedded shivaree
Joyful jamboree
Evening's encored promenade
Take a look skyward
Keep your faith upward
Heavenly inspiration
Breathtaking painter
World's entertainer
Our holy aspiration
(form Alouette)
syllable count: 5/5/7/5/5/7
Rhyme: aabccb with at least 2 stanzas
I fly up so high
floating in the sky
watching below for my prey
If they knew they'd fear
for them death is near
This is part of natures way
I make my attack
hit the water smack
With my talons grab on tight
The pike in my grip
it will never slip
It is trapped within my might
Trying a form Dr. Ram's explained called an "Alouette"
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You don't ever pierce
Though your look is fierce
Each rose is safe in your hold.
Green snakes scroll around.
Flies move with no sound
In heat and cold, you stand bold.
As rose buds feel dread
Your sharp claws you spread
Are you their unseen backbone?
Each rose fades and falls
When Time, from far, calls
Do you mourn for them alone?
Greet this lovely morn!
A bright day is born.
Sun is on diurnal shift
Birds take on their wing
Soaring high, they sing.
In the sky, vagrant clouds drift.
The dale, dressed in style
Fragrant flowers smile
In me waves of pure joy rise.
Wind tousles my curls
Great beauty unfurls
Here’s another paradise!
Morning’s slow embrace...
Showing her soft face,
Blushed and painted and blended.
Silks pulled ‘cross the sky,
Pastel ripples fly,
Hushed and rushed and splendid.
Opposite the world,
Sun is sinking down,
Quietly and sleepily.
The moon is pulled high,
Her blue smile wide,
Lovely, friendly, but lonely.
(This is an Alouette poem)
Form:
Bird of song, you trill
Fine tunes that refill;
a piping of serenade
upon bright treetops…
while I, in awe, stop
along dewy bend of glade.
Glum near a mountain
from a heartbreak’s strain,
till wings of rhapsody bring
an awakened flight…
Lo! My breaths delight
in your dawn-chant of healing!
Dr.Ram's Alouette Contest
by nette onclaud
A dark blue ocean
always in motion
will sparkle in the sunlight
casting disks of gold
that each wave must hold
until lost on sands of white
foam flecked water churns
grabs sand as it turns
retreating back when it's done
once again to hold
those bright disks of gold
soon lost to a setting sun
For the contest "A Lovely Alouette"
a former post...
Sweet Juliet Rose
of beauty composed,
with cupped rosette form of old-
Emitting from blooms,
Sweet tea-rose perfumes,
a fragrant scent to behold-
Sweet Juliet Rose,
elegantly posed,
with delicate textured folds-
Hybrid perfection,
with peach complexion,
no lovelier bouquet sold-
The menstruation,
Till its cessation
Makes women to live outside
Their homes for four days
Come home on fifth day
Husbands helping and inside.
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Based on an ancient Indian custom as the women were not allowed to touch anything
in the house for four days of their menstruation cycle every month. They were considered
untouchable religiously.
Songbirds are singing,
voices are ringing,
morning arrives in the vale.
Hummingbirds humming,
woodpeckers drumming:
everything hearty and hale!
Throughout the forest:
katydid chorus;
Barn owl has something to say.
Crickets are chirping,
bullfrogs are burping,
glorious end to the day.
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The Alouette again: 5a/5a/7b/5c/5c/7b, two stanza minimum
Feel rotations spin;
Can’t see where I’ve been,
Years approach and joy flies by.
When did it begin?
Much to my chagrin,
Goals elusive drift to sky.
Time is no man’s friend.
Final days I spend;
With anxiety I cope.
Begging God to end,
Yet I just suspend,
Hung by threads from fraying rope.
*Written September 4, 2014
*Written September 4, 2014