Short Guileless Poems

Grey mist guileless browse
mingles with in the moor top...
valley greets the sun.

© Harry J Horsman 2012...

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All consuming
a frame of mind
a place of peace:
simple love
assured
tender
guileless
welcomed with open 
arms;
gestates,then
stimulates
love's holy grail...
...faithfulness...

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Out
of the
mouths
of babes
come words of
logic
and 
guileless
innocence.
Simplicity 
of thought that
takes us
by
surprise
causing us
to long
for 
childlike
faith.

10/16/15

Entered into SKAT's Best October Poem contest
8th place...

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Waltzing ‘mongst the redwoods she now meanders
Shyly smiling, candid in guileless virtue
Feeling carefree, gleeful, of threats unwary...
Progress encroaches.


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Sapphic Stanza Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula

© 21st January 2019...

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Ethereally, breathtakingly beautiful

Miniscule your faults no compare
 
Maddeningly, temperamentally playful

Athletically challenging flair


Essentially charismatic though guileless

Monumental in your achieved goal

Motherly manifestations you bless

A spiritually progressive soul....

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walk to fame
singing my notes
as a virtuosic
applauded habitually

pitching new octaves
alto and tenor
our dulcet tunes
loudly echo

of seamless hearts
tickled to laughter
our guileless smile
wakes bliss

our empyrean dreams
hitherto slumbering still
to stay living
gains life...

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On one of Christmas eves, I remember,
A rustic girl who in age so tender;
Brought the infant Jesus home from the crib,
Amidst swearing from many an old lip; 
Wrapped him well as she found him shivering,
Placed him back; her guileless love conquering...


16 November 2021
BITE SIZE POEM no26 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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Oh, the winsome winds of change are blowing,

Filling the sails of hope with a billowing, fair and free,

And carrying intoxicating scents - spiritual sprites divine -

On a zephyr of guileless imagination from the east ...

I am set to the task capricious, with a heart of hunger,

Thus, hard over the helm, adventurous and fast the sky!...

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When I was young my heart bloomed like a flower

          Love's guileless petals spread to climb life's bower

               Oh, if withered vines could still but climb, I'd then

     Bring forth one more blossom to remember ... when.






~ 1st Place ~  in the "When And Then" Poetry Contest, Jenish Somadas, Judge & Sponsor....

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Some things are more important than others,
I suffer even as others suffer.

It takes time to realize,
Wisdom was not reserved for the wise.

Mistakes are the useful guides,
Guileless at last, I let go of my pride.

They are a part of me as I am a part of it all…
I play my part, I stand tall.

There is nothing to lose, glory or fame,
Play the game, Skipper, Nothing stays the same....

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Guileless, autumn lay upon a land 
past the tiresome days of summer,
above the tender roots of jaded lawn
blanketing the bulbs for nubile spring
left in kindness ~
calling winter's winds
to rest…

Wasted are the teeth of winter
on the bloodless throat of fall, 
no dinner will the withered rent-shirt 
of well spent life make
only a soft and cozy remnant 
left in kindness ~
where winter’s hoary form
can rest…



*Inspired by Bob Quigley's tanka
Autumn's Death...

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Daisies dotting the meadow sea
One as pretty as the next
Modest not pretentious
Proud but never arrogant

As guileless and demure
As the younger sibling
Of the pretty sister 
Who has nothing to prove

No vanity No pomp
Never looked in a mirror to ask
Who is the fairest of them all 

Your radiance makes me smile
You spread your joy like
Marmalade on warm toast
Always bright and sweet



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on March 18, 2018...

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THE POET

I want to go for dreams today
And look to what I truly love
For each one the part of me
Is soaring like the holy dove.

I want to be a guileless poet
By weaving words in dusky room
For my neighbors Tim and Ben
And Paula's daughter in her womb.

I want to grow up darling mom
To serve my cousins live or dead
In the placid hour of mind
I write this poem on my pad.


Photostory - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
# Picture 2
28th November, 2017...

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No one should say "I Love"
until aware the resource
called for to overcome
without recourse.
For we are always in the wrong
in how we clumsily handle
being overly cautious, postponing delight
to prolong frustration through the night.
The bond of love is not an ought,
nor something taught,
and ever-so-much more
than fancied thought.
Our human nature must
come soon guileless
to that place of trust
and leaving us free to choose,
free'd the thought,
"Should I lose. . .?"...

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Sleepy,
Weepy,

Sweetie,
Cutie,

Babe drools.
It crawls,

On floor,
On four.

Burbles,
Gabbles,

Wets bed,
Cute bud!

Guileless,
Artless,

Chuckles, 
Giggles,

Grows up. 
Sits up.

Child walks.
Child runs.

Climbs up.
Falls down.

Naughty,
Haughty,

Spoiled brat!
Moppet!

Mom’s joy!
Dad’s toy!

God’s gift
World’s light!

________________


August.2.2022

~ Placed Tenth~

Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest...

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