Short Moor Poems

Moss
on
the moor,
growing wild-
nature's field dressing...

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somber the shadows ~
mercurial romance
with grave endings

9/18/2019...

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I brush the moor top
with curser on Google earth,
or an obe.

© Harry J Horsman  2012...

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Wind swept on the moor
I stood; my soul far away
Flowing with the clouds

Date: 7.8.2014...

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the clement moon peeps
above the moor top skyline...
rooster productive.

© Harry J Horsman 2012...

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Divots of foot prints
Moor small creatures in their dents
Till the sea relents 

By Robb A. Kopp...

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

© Harry J Horsman 2012...

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For they shall inherit the word ;

Water down the rover.
Light under the clouds.
Rain through the evening.
Sleet across the moor....

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man marries to moor
stung by the wanderlust bug
returns home to roost



~Senryu contest by Mick Talbot...

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The chill of autumn
Initiates spiral breath
Precariously
Buoyant upon frigid air
Penetrates the heart of mist.

© Harry J Horsman  2011...

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In the skull of the scuttle
she comes to me
between the stretches
of a sunken moor
it is not alone
those deep set eyes 
shall guide me
keeping safe
from an unwanted storm...

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sun rolls cross moor top
barely strength to raise his head…
no shroud evident

canopy exposed
naked trees patiently wait…
wild wind shroud evident

 © Harry J Horsman 2022...

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the blackmoor is wide and wet
cold and cruel
windswept

crows speak on the moor
of ancient and sacred
understandings

moorlanders hear warnings
upon the wind and
crows are prophets there...

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Somewhere on the North York Moor
Pedal almost through the floor
Engine soon began to roar
Eighty miles per hour for sure
Death comes quick on the A64......

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Tristan rode the moor
          his clan's plaid flew in the wind.
                  the castle lay near
          my heart waited there for him
           take me home to Inverness...

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In a dark mansion on the moor
Jane so nervous,locked her door,
The other moaned in the attic above-
Tensions within and without
In these relationships of love.

Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre...

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A ricochet of light
skimmers across the moor
Goose in flight
The rivers iced over
Dusty paths await you

A blade of grass
lusts after the dew
A giant Willow presides
down the bank






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Upon the rising trail of moonlight
I seek the port in you—
a crook of ivory skin, an elbow
to moor my soul inside

Just as that once lonely moon
upon a field of black
does kiss and fondle gently
the flowing ebon tide...

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The moor side broadcast,perpetually
amid airwaves of delirium,
aria that reverberates, from crag to scar
beacon to abbey century to century,
Everyday truth in simplicity
to ignite the human race!

© Harry J Horsman  1998...

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Send us your tired, your weary ~

your "udder" masses yearning to drink milk ~

the wretched refuse of your fertilizer stores ~

Send these ~ the tired, worn out, sagging corn ~

I lift my lamp . . . above the Aquifer's moor!!!...

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Far away from your ancient moor,
     I feel your thoughts call for my soul
and transport me to Eden's door!
     Can musings like yours divinely toll,
beguiling me onto your shore
     like the gods who read from a scroll?......

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The Harbor

                                                         A pelican sits
                                                 atop a pierpost dozing
                                                ships moor for the night...

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Far away from your precious moor,
     I feel your thoughts call for my soul
and unclose me to heaven's door!
     Can thoughts like yours divinely toll,
beguiling me onto your shore
     like a god that reads from a scroll?......

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The chilled musty air
                                         tormented the aging stone,
                                             the wailing wind sang.

                                               © Harry J Horsman 1993...

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Weary
on a cold morning
days ahead
like fence posts on a moor
Chatter of guns
Fear of boots in the corridor
Smell of the ward
The same old room

Only love
is a snowdrop on a bomb site
a smile in the teeth of death

12.02...

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