Short Arrant Poems

Little is known when ignorance apparent
yet those that use it as a weapon arrant,
when implanting seeds of hate
with paradoxical bait,
surly to most of us oh so transparent.

© Harry J Horsman  2015...

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my bedroom mirror is broken -
an arrant illustration of torment
wrists landmark a spectacle carved in crimson blood
damaged mutterings seeking acceptance
darkness in the corners of self
rapacious hunger cut off by unfilled desire
ribs devoured and exposed, but covered
hiding pain in plain sight
famished; none the wiser
with a cracked precision, I smile...

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The Way You Sing My Song
David J Walker

I remember falling in love with a song
And then searched for someone to
Try it on

While you were singing the words
Of your hearts desire 

The fire
		The fire 

The words of arrant desire

If I write another love poem 
It will have to be 
an apology 

for not believing 
someone could love me  
the way you sing my song...

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Fields of Grace
David J Walker 

A gift of God
The shadows shroud
And cloud
The arrant thoughts 
Aloud

And not allowed 
Alone on shore
Abandoned in 
A metaphor 

Abandoned in 
An awkward wind
Enticement to
Come home again

Come home 
Triumphant prodigal son
And wash the feet 
Of everyone 

That everyone 
May be allowed 
Gracious royal robes
endowed

Fields of Grace 
His Face
Endowed 

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While Satan still manipulates
the call to arms is apparent,
when disarmament stipulates
a flaw a weakness to exploit;
by the next despotic arrant
moving amongst us all adroit.

Peaceful lands of noble intent
sing your gullible lullaby,
relinquish your strength you’ll repent
aiding the augment of evil;
his preying armies to satisfy
destroying peace with upheaval.

While Satan still manipulates
peaceful lands of noble intent.

  © Harry J Horsman 2016...

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i felt the tempest coming
onslaught umbrage
from darkest skies

its thunder rumbled
in endless echoes
across the grains
of mountain's rock

i saw it flash
its arrant light
piercing through
the tips of trees
emanating 
crimson trails
upon the ground

i stood
in its pools
of blood
as if assailed
in its draft

its winded breath
piercing through my heart
like wounded love

i saw you there
momentarily
blinking in
and out
of the shadows
of memories...

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You make me laugh
when showing that I can not have.
You make me sigh
then show what's nearby
You make me wish for things
gone arrant
and yet I cry not,
when I care most high.

You make me laugh again,
and not sigh; for things I wish for not in the sky.
I laugh out loud,
to protect my fate,
In hopes it's enough
to be on my plate.
You make me laugh,
for I do not hate.
for I am grateful for this
to germinate
You make me laugh....

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Famine
Written: by Tom Wright
3/29/03

The dove of peace flies clear this land laid waste,
where life is sacrificed daily for a misguided belief.
Those responsible voice mellifluous words in haste,
living sumptuously, while commonalty seeks relief.

For the uncaring, God, esteems with arrant disdain,
as children's bulbous bellies, in number, are as sand.
With vociferousness the caring unite in loud refrain,
oft shedding tears that only God would understand.
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