Short Clarion Poems
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first light doodle doo
clarion call red rimmed sun
rooster squawk fade stars
27th April 2020
Sponsor Raul Moreno
Contest Name Morning Praise
J-oy
O-f
Y-ou
L-ets
Y-our
N-ight
C-hill
L-eave
A-s
R-adiance
I-s
O-pen
N-ow
Topic: Birthday of Joylyn Clarion (July 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
O-pen
Y-our
L-ife
Y-ielding
N-ice
C-ompassionate
L-ove
A-nd
R-ighteous
I-ntention
O-f
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Joylyn Clarion (July 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
his florid wheels spin
bouquet cloaked in angel’s wings
clarion conquest
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2017
N/A
Contest 264/Any Form
Sponsor: Brian Strand
1/18/2017
Bat flippin’ shat crazy
Don’t say maybe
You plucked the thorn
My clarion of clarity
Bent no LSD
Sing my fine canary
Walked the water’s edge
To wander water's over
when lightning strikes
upon the earth
you
shall hear
the
clarion call of Gabriel's Horn
shower the
Chosen People of the earth!
lord
we
hear your claps of thunder
upon
the
Chosen People of the earth
I hear the chimes pealing from the steeple high
Glorious sounds of hymns hovering over all ~~
Like sweet voices of angels their message nigh
From ages past a clear and certain clarion call.
written November 29, 2021
I’m borrowing bones.
Tell me the others are here.
The clarion call marked a lasting petal.
My eyes still flutter upon your ear.
Worlds wander into each other,
Like words in new suits.
So play your flutes.
No one has time for anything other than joy anymore.
Clarion calm sea
right before thunder;
A man wave boarding,
teens sit catching rays;
An emerald gleams;
No sweat beading
on my iced drink;
Time moves gently,
I am spellbound;
Waves fly up
choppy, bright;
A storm rise;
The tide’s
moods swing
big.
A wisp of remembrance
Soft glow fills the air
Igniting compassion
Stirs dead hearts to care
And deep from the middle
Of a gnarled long dead tree
Spring forth living branches
That the whole world may see
Oh miracles happen
They aren’t even rare
You just have to ignore them
To think God isn’t there
Infallible one born among the weeds
He heeds the call arrested
Some declare another one the clarion
Yet one within attests to truth forever
Time for tares to dominate a conversation
Truth the test evades the seed hopper
Time the tool for cultivating iterations
Long in passing, short in eternity
Earth bound steeds rise mindful to soar for love of sky,
racing in the cresting peaks, adrift as if to fly.
Up from the sea the winged fish leap, swimming to the sun
even conch shells dreaming cry to wing upon the breeze,
as the roar of tempest rings the salt souls to appease.
Ah, the clarion call of Gabriel's horn, bliss for everyone.
rage
blood red
simmering
boiling over
insecure imbeciles off gassing pain
a fraternity of inbred hound dogs
renting shepherds
flocks are lost
horror
death
soul
lingers
ghostly lights
clarion calls
the atomic spin of celestial night
loss of foul ego conjoined particles
wonder free falls
I less bliss
haunting
rite
April
awesome arrival
await always avidly
as augurs amour
Betrothed
besotted belle beau
both blossom beautifully
beget baby boy
Cherish
crickets chirp constant
cockerel clarion call
can calm crying child
Written 27/07/2020
2nd placement
Let the pens flow -Alliteration poetry contest
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
TETON TITANS
Tetons’ bouldered shoulders close over Michael’s knelling golden clarion.
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Written for ^Rick Parise's Contest "Nature Monoku ~ Single Line"
NOTE
Just couldn't resist this contest because the Snake River and
the Tetons in the photo are one of my favorite spots.
There's a spirit abroad, in the air
You feel it forming everywhere
Behind closed doors, locked down tight
A feeling that we're doing this right
~ A clarion call to unite
Together we stand, divided we fall
Abe Lincoln's words hover over us all
Rich man, poor man, red or blue
"Yes, we can," we sense anew
We'll prevail 'gainst COVID-19 too
Grumbled at Noah's clarion call
Of the gloomy existence fall.
Started the journey quiet early
Among others so many.
Speed mocked at your gait
As swift animals to the Ark's gate
Creepy slow shelly animal
Bent to the Ark's aisle
Must have been the last
As others animal, you, passed.
Helped by Noah's hands
For heavens ready to purge the
lands.
Chants echoing home bliss
Celestial songs of heart
Commending folks’ good times
Clear through guitar rhythm
Celebrating triumph
Clarion for me to hum:
“Cordillera*, you're God**-blest.”
*My home region in our country
**Psalm 47:5 God is gone up with a shout, The Lord with the sound of a trumpet.
October 19, 2020
Originally posted as verse
Your Word, Dear, Lord,
I wait to hear,
as hymns of praise,
play in my ear.
In you alone,
I place my trust.
Your ways are loving,
true and just.
I pray my sins,
You will forgive.
My heart I bow.
In You I live.
Then, in a hymn,
Your voice, I hear,
singing to me,
clarion clear.
Listening for God,
you, too, can hear,
His voice on earth,
is ever so near.
If asked to repeat a time-honored passage
I would say it is that “Love Conquers All,”
For, whatever the situation, it is the message
If asked to repeat a time-honored passage,
I'd pass this adage in my far-advanced age:
“Love Conquers All,” sends a clarion call,
If asked to repeat a time-honored passage
I would say it is that “Love Conquers All!”
Written November 30, 2022
The Clock Strikes Dawn
David J Walker
Again, please
I repeated asking the voice
To clarify its point concerning time
The visions escape
In the awakened light
From those whose traveling companion
visits only in a clarion
Instance of second sight
No wonder
there was no answer
The moment was gone
As I waited
for the clock to strike dawn
Toxic feelings & thoughts
Like do's & don't, taboos & aught's.
Keep vaccinated against them!
Like a coveted gem
Is the full-suit armour of truth,
A balancing against uncouth
Of yours & other's reactions,
Knee-jerk fears & actions.
From whence are they?
How do they play?
Demons laughing at mind frozen,
Stuck-in-the-mud, embolden.
There is a bulwark for it all:
Jesus Christ's clear clarion call!
Compatriots of democracy,
yet again witness a change of power,
With eyes no longer blind,
we'd hold you accountable this time,
for revival and hope renewed,
we will stand with you
though times are perilous,
and life a little rocky
but in this whirlwind of dust,
the people are resilient
we are first compatriots of democracy,
and on this windfall,
we rise and obey
the clarion call.
2008
A year full of Wonderful dreams
Where there is a clarion call to answer
How many times called and answered
A year of successive democracies?
How successive?
A transition?
Where everything speaks freedom
From a time long ago in the mid millennium century
The year was 2008 where we were reborn
And we were levitated to another level of development and thought
The year was 2008
By Asangalisah Akantere Isaiah
Who is “old”in your perception.
I see you as old ,if you think..
Your mind is in some state of
enlightened perfection!
Some men lose all their hair at
thirty five .
So big whoop, they function and
are truly alive!
Old are know-it-alls!
Who think the very little they know
demands a clarion call.
10/23/2021
Would love to hear your perspectives of...”old”
Thank you!