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a day of days
birthrights claimed its day
hark heralded glad tidings
smiled fresh countenance
2022 January 28
Beethoven's Ode to Lims is heralded in these here parts
Starts with a symphonic chorus of ear shattering big farts
But odorous emissions
Require city permission
Must have legislative approval to exhibit such art
PLANNING ADULTERY
Heard his footstep spring upon the stair and stop--
Heard his hand upon the cold brass knob ...and click--
Held her arms as open as her wandering heart could bear--
Heralded her fall...
Victoria Anderson-Throop
Dec 25, 2012
Time and gravity conspire to remind me I'm mortal and subservient to death
its approach heralded by wrinkled skin, aching mussels and creaking bones,
anticipating its arrival, I wonder which breath may well be my final breath.
(Threesome)
(01,05,2020)
Halo over his head
He had piercing, fierce eyes
Had children, some unknown
Heralded much like Zeus,
He rode across the skies
Helios was a fierce competitor
Horae, goddess he wed.
Written February 24, 2022
especially for "Greek Mythology" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
syllables checked by HMS
The cockcrow heralded
the first flush of the day.
I woke up spirited
The sun gave its first ray.
Low clouds spun in a whirl
A breeze blew steadily
All became white as pearl.
Sky became heavenly.
I grabbed something for food
I walked the narrow street
Checkered Bougainvillea viewed
They all bloomed in the heat.
Blacksmith's massive hands
delivering powerful hammer blows,
beating glowing red steel
into submission.
Sparks illuminating
magnificent artistry.
Fiercely wielded
in the name of Odin.
Tales heralded it's glory.
Unearthed, virtually unscathed.
Instrument of death,
1,200 years at peace.
January is heralded with many a cheer
Announcing the beginning of the New Year
Numbing the memories of the old, as it disappears
Uncaring the bitter cold envelopes like a prickly drape
Absolute in its intent to send the frosty chills down your nape
Relentlessly revealing winter’s wondrous delights, as we
Yearn for yesterday’s warm summery nights
Love is not heralded
By lightning strike
Or thunders crash
Nor by Mantovanni’s Violins,
A chorus of heavenly voices
Or 21 gun salute
Love is more subtle
Love is stealthy
Love creeps up on you
When least expected
It seeps into open pores
Unnoticed and unheralded
Then spreads like a virus
Until you are defenseless
And you are hooked
And there is no cure
Form:
Unspoken, unwriiten
Subtle strong demand
'A baby boy is it'
Frantic efforts
Pained in shame and silence
Turgid with trauma
Incomplete, insecured
Tried the seventh time
She must have a baby boy'
Sick and tired
Pulling through the ninth month
Lengthened labour, heightened pains
Haemorhage heralded horror
Ceasarian section
'is a baby boy!!'
'A baby boy at last!'
A motherless baby boy!!
Innocent weavers
Sat still mourning –
The siren heralded
At midnight
The emergency swords in the rafter
Like a lone early morning cock.
The forest was a terror spot
Helter-skelter in blood-discolouration
Marking a nest of the free?
Terror & anger clashed
Again & again
In man rearing the seeds of the night:
Shrewd pebbles of inviolable intents
And mutilated feathers in a battered nest!
Cosmic colours spread a rainbow across the sky
From horizon to horizon in nature’s palette on high
As the colours raced to augment the backdrop of the blue
The rainbow’s journey meets the land as it ought to do
The last rain squall of a bright spring day
As the sun is heralded by the rainbow’s display
The gentle colourful arch under which we live
Shows how awesome nature can kindly give.
© Paul Warren Poetry
OUR LOVING FAITH
Aljim B. Lituañas
If Christmas is a time to share
A time to cheer, A time to care
And if it gives us lots of fun
Then it’s a joy for everyone.
It draws a smile in every heart
It shows the loving hands with art
It flows the sea of charity
That bestows us with unity.
Heralded us ‘bout Jesus’ birth
That granted us the ever mirth
Forget the grudge! Forget the hate!
Let’s prove it with our loving faith.
Peace
By Michelle Morris
16/11/2020
Peace I give to you, freely;
For peace is a gift for all.
May you be blessed to know peace within,
And find peace everywhere you go...
Peace I pray for our nations,
All around the world;
May peace build more bridges,
And tear down dividing walls...
Peace I bless to every home,
For all of life on earth;
May we embrace peace forthwith,
To celebrate His heralded birth...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Twinkle and shine my little star
Your birth heralded a new
Era in our humble abode
You shine so bright that
Darkness melts before you
Twinkle and shine my little star
For you are the light of the world
That can never be dimmed
Twinkle and shine my little star
You are the moon that
Cannot be covered by
The palm of the hand
You are a city on the hilltop
The cynosure of all eyes
You can do nothing else
But twinkle and shine all the way!
Darkness brewed over early morning skies
for not yet open were the eyes of Dawn.
Foreshadowed was the fast-approaching storm.
Thunder and lightning heralded the storm,
Rain laden Nimbus rushed across the skies,
Chosen was a graphite gown, donned by Dawn,
Rain washed were the silvered tresses of Dawn,
She brushed a tinge of blush after the storm
before greeting sunrise in pale pink skies.
Cloudy skies at Dawn were clear following the storm.
Round heels of crumpets,
aromatic lavender jam.
Poached eggs in a skillet,
succulent portions of ham.
An awakening stretch had heralded
a yawn mouthed long and loud.
While rain fell down in splatters
from the dark pewter clouds.
Dated Macintosh slicker,
hoary exhausted gum boots.
Tenacious steps into nature
in search of family and roots.
The fallacies of the wind
twists hair into long plaits.
Across wide fields of enchantment
new journeys await.
348.
My Adoration to Archangel Gabriel
Oh Archangel Gabriel, receive my adoration!
Thou who are heralded as “Harbinger of Divine Revelation”
Reveal unto me the secret of eternal salvation
Cleanse me with God's white ray of purity
Be my cleansing courier when my sins are covering me
With your truthful tidings, raise me up from the grave
From the Ascension Temple of Luxor in Egypt, deliver your hoping slave!
-03/04/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Angels Collection
Heralded by the sounds of guns
They came like an ill-wind
Sweeping towards our choices
we fled and upon return
Blood, blood every where was seen
The gun of thunder boomed
Onthe trunk of the toads
We were the toads
Whose choices sunk under-feet
our ballot boxes departed
With the servants of the masters
The lords of our time
Children sent by fathers to steal
We the the Nannies shall go mourning
For the truth has departed
Our choices have departed
The ballot boxes have gone
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