Short Stark Poems
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Saw A Stark Stork Statue In New York
Remember when we were in New York,
Did see some statue carved out of cork;
Had big doubt;
Wondered about;
Guess what to our surprise was a stork.
Jim Horn
we bow down to hearts exalted
helping souls to be uplifted
that we may rise, become as He
there are no others; all is we
all are one; none may be faulted
21-July-2021
Your wildlife is slowly tamed.
For wisdom to be attained.
The gold that we have searched for.
Has been waiting at our door.
The stark truth of the world,
will slowly be unfurled.
That we will settle like the dust,
to either burnout or to rust!
date:3/8/22
As nights draw in, the silver harvest moon
Shines boldly through defenceless, naked trees
And pirouetting leaves will settle soon,
For winter’s riding on the autumn breeze.
29.09.20
An excerpt from my poem ' Seasonal transitions'
Rithimus Divisa 7 Poetry Contest sponsored by Gregory Barden
Drawing and life are similar
The edges in a drawing are blended away
The tight edges in life soften with time
We love more, and see our fraility more
With blessed time, time we are given
Time to know our edges are soft
Time to know we need a loving redeemer
Time for faith to grow deep
Thanksgiving grows with a deep faith.
James Stark,
Card Shark.
Loved Jan,
And Fran.
Couldn’t Choose,
Nor Loose.
He’d Sigh
Then Lie
Now Gals,
Are Pals.
He Has,
No Class.
Huge Stye,
Black Eye.
Said Bye,
Bad Guy.
Alexis Y.
08/01/2020
in world made her mark
with humor and sometimes stark
an amusing monarch
about queen we fear
had been dear both far and near
is no longer here
new king will select
who we will love and respect
close with can connect
strong and is regal
like an eccentric eagle
with corgi and beagle
seems to be so short
by marriage a queen consort
obtain our support
Santa and Mrs. Claus brought the Christmas train to Field’s
A young mother had sent her children in to see the toys.
They mentioned it was going to be a stark Christmas.
Their father had been killed in the war.
They had been warned not to expect much.
Santa and Mrs. Claus exchanged a look.
That year these children had a rather lovely Christmas.
It was the least they could do.
Stark Truth
That that dies
Never was
More than dust
Being breathed
By God
Manifest as sentience
To know by touch
Pangs of separation
Bliss of union
Blurring boundaries
Between form and void
Expanding
To contain the universe
Within
Love enablement
Unity consciousness
Bliss inked co-creation
The trinity
Fused
Thus
19-February-2022
stark,
a feeling
froze my mind.
a void abyss
i am in trouble
my mind's a blank bubble
my pen's inking vague nothings
a memory slowly fading fast.
ah, my muse, when will this feeling last?
will i dreg again my buried past?
shall you leave me in misery?
o fickle one don't leave me.
free me from this nightmare.
do you really care?
the love we've shared
is it not
truly
real?
I know why the caged bird sings,
and why our phone always rings,
because of you.
I know why the sea is blue,
because it hasn't found anyone new.
I need shelter from the storm.
I wish it was warm.
I know why the sky turns black,
because it's never looked back.
Why do you always sit on the porch,
looking like a clockwork orange.
Dedicated To Maya Angelou.
1928-2014
R.I.P.
One Stark Trumpet Peals
At eve, old melodies unwomb,
old ragings wake
as crones,
stringy hair unbunned,
creep downstairs
to supper on a loin.
As they feed,
their fingernails
roll back
and so they gravitate
or, better, crawl
toward the dawn,
for in the din
that eddies in each ear,
they can hear
one stark trumpet peal
as they creep
toward the sun
a final time,
drawn by
ancient echoings.
Donal Mahoney
Your lips smile sweetly,
But your eyes are so cold,
Your arms wrap around me,
Like a cage.
Your hand on my cheek,
In a slap so bold,
Your fingers on my neck,
Eyes hot with rage.
My face on your chest,
Suffocated in your hold,
Love binds my heart,
And I cannot disengage.
Listen to poem:
concerned about being upstaged
the glorious blue tinted rock
negotiated
sent in the puffy white wisps
to cover the vibrant coloured evergreens
the brown field in the foreground
felt offended
wondering out loud
"what about me?"
then added "beauty you know is..."
but never bothered to finish the cliché.
for my part
i was more interested
in what the mountain had traded the clouds
what could it possibly have offered?
September 23 2016