Short Valorous Poems

Be ashamed, O mountains and seas: these were men who drew valorous breath.
Assume, like pale chattels, an ashen silence at death.
 
—Parmenio, translation by Michael R. Burch...

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A dragon
is a person of powerful valorous spirit
who doesn't flinch in the sight
of millions of swords and guns
pointed at him with bloodlust
as his willpower acts as a shield
to stand up in the greatest adversities...

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After blizzards crystals develop,
Extraordinary fluffs glisten.
Heavenly images, 
Jubilant kingdoms, 
Lavishing masterpieces. 
Naked openness, 
Purest quality,
Richest snow. 
Trails untouched,
Valorous white, 
‘Xploring youthful zeal.

by: Sabina Nicole...

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Versifier

cut from Johnson’s 
gospel to uncover 
humanity’s peepshow into
one another’s psyche
hungry for composition
from the anagram of
thought out of which
few valorous strains survive
conversion to golden flickers
through conduits of lead

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins...

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VAMPIRE


              Vampire is mythical.
              Violent to attack.
              Valorous to suck blood.
              Vindictive attitude.
              Vicious activity.
              Ventures to bite, sip blood.
               Vampire bats are leaf- nosed.....

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Sweating, Shaking in a Shelter ; Uncontrollable sobbing
Tetched, Tracks etched in my arm : Denying tumultuously
Ungodly Urges to use again : Recovery or Utopia
Vague Vagabond ; unknown Vagrant or Valorous Victory
Wanting, Waiting while Withdrawals Dissipate, I’ve WON
       Thank-You God another day :  Clean and Sober

Dedicated to Michael Jordan...

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Dark, enigmatic, created world
The natural realm of fairies and elves
Visited untimely by children of men
Heroes, saviors, and spirits undone
Fantasy lives inhumanly lost 
Behind unsung valorous deeds
Smoky breathed creatures of tooth and scale
Crossing the boundaries of nearly impossible
Slain by strange power
Destroyed by bright courage
In fiery desperation wrought
Lo, where are the dragons now....

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"Murmurs" by David Hart

Al fresco
 Standing
 Attent

Now raining
Waiting 'midst murmurs

Virtuous rain
Valorous rain

Regaling
Playing
'Midst drops of rain
 'Midst drops of words

 Words heard
but not understood

Murmurs of raindrops
Murmurs of words
Thoughts of friends
Of women
Of trivial things
 
Attent
al fresco
 Standing
In the rain
 ©David Hart 2006 (Originally written in Italian by Hart)...

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Little rose incense leaves me in awe.
I adore the scent of my mother’s dishes
How I wish to delight the endearment of those near me!
I yearned not for favor but love
In anguish I stand displease, mutter fret!

Wondering how a man grew weary in woe.
I adore the valorous act of my father
How I wish to ravish the endearment of those dear to me!
I craved not patronage but love
In torment I live unconvinced, Ruth prevail!...

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Stormy skies and deadly, squallish seas
taxingly torment sailors- engaged, entrapped
aboard ambushed wood boats bouncing
like lone, helpless toys neath the muted moon.
Whipped, whirled, commonly capsized-
oft fierce forces of nature negate
the valorous vim of human hearts.


December 2, 2021

Contest: Alliterisen 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May

Photo Used: #1
Syllable Sequence: D. 9-11-8-10-7-9-9 
PS Syllable Counter...

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Venusian being the damsel here
Gives me amiable vibes clear
Ever in need of the words anew
To extoll the diva in my view 
For changing is her super mien
In every week valorous I mean
Attire is made of Austrian glass
She is the belle and full of class
When moves spreads the scent
As if she is from heavens sent
Made by God in utmost leisure
And His divine perfect pleasure
Are you an angel from heaven?
An enamouring enchantress even..!!...

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In a realm where pluck ruled supreme
Where valorous hearts dared to dream
A shrug is strong tough thrive and gleams

Whose proud tales to compile?

His name was known, both far and wide
Always stood by his people's side
With unwavering faith and pride

Fought for fairness, not heil

In gloomy times, shone as bright light
He leads people through the worst night
His zeal and resolve often bright

Each step went, extra mile...

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They say spring is paradise.
Will I think so too
as my lips get paler
and fingers paper thin?

Flowers - all of them
poppies, reminders   
like the tissued kind
sold by valorous veterans.

Will poppies ever turn
to lilacs and carnations
before these fields turn
brown in fall?

Death resides 
in the eye of the poppy;
no wonder their smells
are sweet.  

I know the blossoms
mortal hint and
collect each fallen petal
for my basket.

©Kathryn McL. Collins
May 24, 2004...

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