Short Moors Poems

dawn resisting night
dew blanket lifting from moors
winter frost's clansman

Brian Johnston
April 10, 2016...

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Fear came in numbers,
 bravery stood alone

The battle intrepid
—glory atoned

(Scottish Moors: September, 1978)...

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My beloved
I come to you
In the shadow of the night
To drink the sweet winelight of the
Moors and to waltz among the silver stars...

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Ghosts are men,
Inside these ships,
Anchored along,
These quiet shores
That brings the Moors
We haunt the windmills and
The castles of Spain, through her doors...

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up on the moors, sweet love
shadows dance at dusk.
low across the purple shades
wild ponies whinny 
and snuffle steam into brown grass
while curlews cry the sun to rest....

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Convert! Said the Spanish conquistadors.
They were more violent than the Moors.
We put on our mask.
And did what they asked.
Pretending to believe in their Christian lores....

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To wander through  Yorkshire dales
Or wend in watery wooded Wales
Lean into wind of  lowland moors
Or eagle watch on Highland tors
To find my selves again agrin 
In druid sweet perfection fin...

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The moors seduced
The Sahara Desert Mountains
Mastered the Mediterranean Sea
Keepers of the flame
Custodian of Egyptian knowledge
Their horses made of moonlight
The world shall never be the same...

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The 'Island Princess'
  tethered to her post
basks in sun's radiance
  her bow warm as toast

Comes time to depart
  the fair bay where she moors
Tears shed rouse the dark ocean
  when beauty there is lured...

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Except John Heck ans Sharon Weimer, whose past championships allows them 
3 guesses each...Good Luck and Happy New year!

"Plop, Plop, Fiz, Fiz". What in the the world do you think this is?  Hint; think the 
English Moors....

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Wade in the heathlands mourning moor
Sniff the stench of ten thousand bodies
In sorrows sense the weight of the mire
Lost for fools wants forever in the dire


Liberum Divisa 3
11/29/20
Gregory R Barden
Sorrows Of The Moors; Original Poem...

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The friar’s light, a deceiving light,
my nightmares deluding my mind
crossing the misty moors at night.
The friar’s light, a deceiving light.
Howling hounds affright – bite! They bite!
My eyes wide open but I’m blind!
The friar’s light, a deceiving light,
my nightmares deluding my mind....

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blossoms
of
snowdrops
      flood forth,
      stormblown
woods
and
moors
        from
        morn
        to 
        noon
cool
brooks
pools
&ponds
       knolls
     of cottonwood,
boxwood
bowwood
dogwood
      lots
     of logs
block
on
block
   box
   on box
row
on 
    row...

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Sealed tight inside
a closed coffin 
until death flings the lid off,
and the serrated scythe
softly slashes 
the caged birds of Epicurus -
feathered prey bleeding
in silent surrender,
painfully pleading for flight
as the reaper moors their wings
to marble plated
sandstone mausoleums
slivered with blood...

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BLACK   ETERNITY


Long ago Yorkshire was different. 
We walk five miles from the cabin to the village pub,
Pitch black moonless moors and six voices laughing. 
Close stars almost so bright we can touch.
Into darkened village,
Push open pub door, 
Music and light spill into street.
Seems like yesterday today....

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Crawling along the ground upon all fours
his open wounds matching his tunic red,
alone with no rescue out on the moors
the only shelter low stone wall ahead.
Then one by one their silhouettes appeared,
silently along the mossy lime,
they'd overtaken him as he had feared- 
the skulk of foxes sat, biding their time..........

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Rabat is a black pearl
   Of cellophanic rainbow
Gazing upon waves that curl
   And lick a shore little known.

Gibraltar is the dock
   Where it steadfast moors –
Enjoying sailboats that flock
   The Mediterranean course

Yet Barbary lions live
   Not far, in the Rif Mountains –
Golden, assertive –
   Their kasbah amid the grass....

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Rhyme Royal Birds

Flutes of hermit thrush in bushes echo.
Skylarks fill the skies o'er moors and greens.
Martins sing while feeding on mosquito;
I see them flit about through garden screens.
Of all my favorite birds I've heard and seen
are black-billed magpies singing songs in flight,
and nightingales who've sung through most the night....

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We never met
unlike in my dreams on a moving jet
shrouded in the blackness to come
counting the dead on my fingers and thumb
a toast to you and your etiquette form
a roast to you and forget the norm
for we love the void
we live in the void
the Moors are calling
and to our death we are falling
til we meet in the pit of blackness
I will write of your greatness....

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Moon

Lonely dear moon
You are magnificent for me 
My plays with my friends in moonlight on the moors
Are incomplete without you 
My nights on the lake fishing are fruitless without you
The cities without your white light are gloomy and dark
The villages would be barren and abundant without you
The roads will suffer from more darkness in nights 
Without you .... Dear moon!...

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he knows what they want
he always figures it out
miguel of the south

as the days went by
the masses grew in number
they tore down the walls

they flocked from the hills
and from the moors in the south
from the regal halls

they saw the whole thing
beheld the proclamation
the solemn promise

then he woke up
hardly a truck to be found
dang me, oh, dang me
...

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You’re scaling an invisible wall
Dissolving statues in desert sands
Please catch me before I fall
Iron grip slowly slips from my hands

Breaching steel barricades
Toppling false regimes I've built
Grounding moors in afternoon shades
Trample on my blooming guilt

Toppling false regimes I've built
Please catch me before I fall
Trample on my blooming guilt
You’re scaling an invisible wall...

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Let me sing you a song dear,
of moors wide and skies clear,
of love that reside in amber rays,
wild blossom and butterfly plays,
spiders tangled in silver webs,
footprints on the receding ebb,
of smiles dripping with blueberry,
kohl eyed deer and rabbits fuzzy,
silent nights and crystal stream,
dreams bursting at the seams,
the music my dear would echo still,
in your heart remember, if you will....

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. . . or maybe 
the esotericism of 
whatever 
passes for 
academic 
discourse 
in these later 
days of no 
Latin no Greek   
no rollick in 
the original 
tongues of bards 
who in facing 
the Moors had 
strummed of 
delayed lust 
for ladies 
a-waiting 
in their foggy 
homelands 
pining away 
from unassailable 
baconies far up 
on cold stone 
battlements 
yet holding 
the dream 
aloft ....

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dwellings of myriad ragtag! 
over the fluid moors I salute you
not hoping to see you again
till treasure of divine tings and syllables

greets the new dawn of calming noise
in shadowy slumber we remain
vaporizing as trees fall down
endlessly and expressly

averting a salvation

down the spiral of empty skulls
anarchist moods and petty pains
man is a silly thing made of flesh
not giving a damn in this mess...

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