Short Harlequin Poems
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My first cinquain try what do you think
Colors
Brightly Shiny
Flamboyantly Glowing
A wonder of nature in sky
Harlequin
light warm SUMMER breeze--
flock of harlequin ducks float
white caps on blue waves
By Robb A. Kopp
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harlequin
what is your first thought?
romance novels, right?
have you looked this word up?
harlequin means clown
no other descriptions
curious isn’t it?
Halcyon of hiraeth,
Helm harvesting green-gold
Haven above hawkish
Harlequin harbinger,
Heart of seven sisters,
Heliophilic hail
Healing halo, love-hued.
A harlequin in Mississippi
His father a priest, his mother a hippy
He gives sermons for hours
While she waltzes through flowers
He finds them quite far out and trippy
1/17/22
A mischievous Harlequin whispered in my ear;
Of everything he said that night, I don't recall
His honeyed, sibilant voice to me not clear,
o'er his chequered self, a hazy mist did fall.
With eyes expressive as the morning sea
you looked at me but didn't say a word
A harlequin sun shone forth with glee
and suddenly I fluttered, like a bird.
Amidst the broken woods
Sprout the flowers hued;
Under the harlequin wonders
Euphoric fairies play and wander
Sans seeds these floras arise
~ The bloom of mushrooms
When harlequin herbs bask in jeweled forests, do you hear me?
ferrying upon pearl-prayers, seeking warmth in doe's walnut eyes,
I'm the last of seven souls ~ before heaven's hyacinth gates.
Before hitting the first step.
The harlequin turned is grotesque face up to me,
-He had the power to charm or frighten weak souls-
and asked mockingly:
You ready for the play? Poor Fool!
You ready for the rebirth? Poor Fool!
A mannequin stands
in the neon of night
head slightly canted
harlequin-right
fashionably clothed
in the brand-names of youth
arms shiny rods
with no digits forsooth
if able I think
his thumb he would raise
and he’d give me a wink.
Could you blame the American dream
Plastic coast to coast
A Harlequin pawns himself
Enterprise gone mad
Ply the rebop
The spirit of 1973
Corporate Lawyer loathed to tell the truth
A confident already foretold
Fortitudes' ardour
doomed to quieten itself
summer day
harlequin first light
pinwheels of spinning color ~
lotus bloom opens
muggy afternoons
humid summer monsoon rains ~
birds sit in silence
nightfall holds its breath
as twilight slips into dusk ~
bright midnight stars yawn
8-6-21
There is a rumbling on the rafters,
a subtle pounding drum beat on the roof,
flashing in the skies, harlequin spoofs
a light show awesome and frightening ever afters,
the summer storms drift in then race
slow and steady in their pace
ready for the earth to be displaced.
Shades of blue, red and bronze
Harlequin hues, sky dons
Swoop, dive, descend, ascend
A blissful drive, birds wend
Over the sea, they dance
Twilight glee, their romance
August 20 2021
Picture 1
For the contest 'In essence 2' by Joseph May
Turn your cheap tricks;
And we all turn our backs,
Nobody will laugh at a jester like that.
Your black and your white,
Now an unrighteous grey,
It seems there's no call for a joker today.
You can play to the devil
And the fallen kings too...
Who else would have time for a fool such as you?
Softer than a whisper of a dream
my paper moon
has found no homestead
The morning dew
sees the dazzling of rain
When the party finishes before time
There's none who you can absolve you
Blurry revellers empty the streets
and the turn around
kicks like a harlequin
to scratch your gilded fears away
Gulpin’ kelp, keepin’ me trim…
Fill it to the rim!
Vagabond dope
Don’t do dope
Thriftydrift Frank
Never seen the bank
Sillypill Willy
Sportin’ shrunken lily
KellyJane Superbeg
Win the game, show the leg
Sandy Candy
Not too dandy
Beachnymph scrapeape
Frictionwitch lacergrate
Fishydish squishywish
Krabknish quitedelish
harlequin
cotton clouds billow
feisty winds in frisky moods ~
thunder creeps closer
lightning bursts run wild
driving rain thrashes tree tops ~
leaves flash silver hues
harlequin sunbeams
spring stretches across calm skies ~
storm makes get away
4-19-21
Contest: Spring Haiku Chain
Sponsor: M. L. Kiser
CHILDREN’S CORNER
a time when fear
can be such fun –
these children
gathered round a
jack in the box
a time when kids
SCREAM!
at nothing
such wild fearful
anticipation
a time to search
the depth –
how is jack dressed?
Is he evil eyed?
or harlequin?
but a split second
and all magic lost
when – POP!
up comes
JACK IN THE BOX!
Dave Austin
Harley Quinn,
Harlequin.
Evil twin.
Don't cross her.
You won't again.
She uses a Slugger.
Louisville bat.
The Joker dumped her.
A very Mad act.
Ms. Quin's not chagrin.
She runs a Rhino.
A big Sixty D.S.
Was in on that deal.
To end the Enchantress.
She's been there and back.
No pretense yet a fact.
Harlequin is a genius.
She'll easily escape prison.
It Seem's as Ms. Quinn
Sees with split vision.
(Glorified Pear Honey)
The lowly pear,
no zip, no burn.
Major juice, anemic flavor.
Add orange and lemon for bite.
Grind all to blend.
Add sugar for sweetness,
cook, covered, in 200 degree oven,
eight or more hours,
as you sleep.
Upon awakening,
add maraschino for color,
seal in sterilized jars,
store in pantry.
Pear Honey
on morning toast,
grants a baklava morning,
without the fat.
cfa© 10/4/2014
Harlequin is moody and sad
Columbine is acting crazy again
His behaviour was extremely bad
Readily accepting part of the blame.
Difficult Columbine plays hard to get
She's furious with his mad antics
Plotting revenge to make him regret
Before long she will have him frantic.
Harlequin decided he would make-up
He bought an expensive bouquet
Columbine looked and muttered yuck
She definitely has "feet of clay".
White rose blooms, a snowy heirloom,
tender flesh with a golden tinge.
‘Pon coneflower iron, with groom
‘Neath trellis, a harlequin binge.
Tender flesh, with a golden tinge,
Those pearly blossoms help her chill.
‘Neath trellis, a harlequin binge.
Her Summer buds, dressed to thrill.
Those pearly blossoms help her chill.
‘Pon coneflower iron, with groom,
Her Summer buds, dressed to thrill.
White rose blooms, a snowy heirloom.
Tartaric acid rain of the lost calligraphy
Peels to melt the running emotions
Drains clog beneath dynasties
Commerce to no one in seas
Pourtant je vois ceasefire
See a spark of defiance
Harlequin of belle dame misery
Catatonic brutality ends within me
Phantom of these nigh-mares
Shriek away stares orbs no retinas
Telltale sen em bras lambent
Am I dying nevermore
Mourning my own demises gavotte masquerade
Is that a shimmer of light on my finale