Short Weir Poems

in fair weather wood
the river deep then rapid
where it always rains

© Harry J Horsman 2017...

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Successfull Julian Aiden Weir
held painting an art so dear
In watercolours&silver point
to the Academy they did apponte...

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V-erse
I-n
R-eal
G-lee
I-s
N-icely
I-nked
A-s

W-onderful
E-xpression
I-nspires
R-eader

Topic: Birthday of Virginia M. Weir (November 24) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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E-ndless
D-evotion's

&

V-ery
I-ntimate
R-omance
G-oes
I-nto
N-uptial
I-mportance
A-s

W-edding
E-vent
I-s
R-emembered

Topic: Anniversary of Ed & Virginia Weir (December 24) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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(i.m. Nicola Bulley)

Mist-shrouds are wrapping
Around the River Wyre's weir,
Rain-swollen waters...
Currents of secrets rushing,
Hushing reed-wrapped daffodils.



31 March 2023
March Into April Tankacrostic poetry contest...

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In their coloured anoraks
I see young people canoeing
swinging their oars as they cut and dip
into the frothy waters.

Around me, daffodil bulbs
shoot stalks out of damp earth,
and falling water clears my head
of office banter and tedious days....

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In their coloured anoraks
I see young people canoeing
swinging their oars as they cut and dip
into the frothy waters.

Around me, daffodil bulbs
shoot stalks out of damp earth,
and falling water clears my head
of office banter and tedious days....

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“Blood is thicker than water,
what we had thicker than blood”

All wounds long healed by memory’s salve,
divined from up above

Our bonding copper wire,
wrapped round a thousand times

Till fortune gets down on both knees,
and bows—our soul’s conjoined


(Listening To Bob Weir: March, 2020)...

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Who's the big fat reddest suit
the children shout excited.
Who'll take presents from his bag
and hand them proof enlighted.

Who shouts ho
fat ho fat ho
Laughs for children
brash and brough.

Cracks the whip of Christmas Spirit
Beckons kids to sit and stare at.
Fuels the weir for Christmas wishes.
and calls communion Saint Nick Merrit.

JOLLY OLD SAINT NICHOLAS...

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most folks think
chinese or other
oriental languages
are difficult to learn

but in fact they're
monosyllabic
i love you
wo ai ni 

it's english
that's messed up 
and like a dead fish we
had hooked on phonics that

has made generations
not to know that there
is a difference between
your yore you're 

where wear ware
wore war or
weir we're
and don't

forget
their
there
they're

stupid...

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The sun shines warm on lonely streets 
above a pale blue water-colour sky.
Clear water sings across the weir 
and in the clear air, birds still fly.
Across the river in the school
no children play nor shout nor cry
but nature greens her trees and blooms
her flowers without a thought that we should spy 
a life that, thus through seasons all continuing, 
cares not if we deserve to live or die.

Kim Helen James
19/3/2020...

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I think in purple
  
My thoughts are purple
Twisted thoughts like a rich grape vine
Barbed weir wrapped around me
Waves crash right before night
When the sky is a light lavender
You look up to see the storm clouds in the distance
Knowing there is no hope of being saved
Being dragged under as your worries drowned you
You can’t be saved 
I lay in my bed at night 
The violet hue beaming my eyes
As I close them for the last time...

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Trees clear.
Falls here. 

Docs pills
Cure ills.

Dim glow 
Wick low. 

Turn key
Lock free. 

Mist cloud 
Grey shroud. 

Big weir 
Stay clear. 

Wasp sting
Red ring. 

Sad clown 
Big frown. 

UHU 
Strong glue. 

Grape vine's 
Makes wines. 

Weddings
Gold rings. 

Slow dance 
Romance. 

Long kiss 
Pure bliss. 

Small plate
Lose weight. 

Fire drills
Test skills.


Written 2nd September 2020....

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Not chained is the heart would draw near
Feel the breeze of Heaven while heaving
The hand of Faith shall free souls and steer
A divine fountain of Love receiving

Cascaded words flowing over any weir
A grace gifted by inspiring teacher
The poet in you shall have no compeer 
Nourish the soul from every single creature

Love lulls human heart to see its sea
And to eternal Love bears a vower 
Lead your dives and surface.. beam to be
Sea limits can’t reach just drink its power...

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This is a clear bell morning;
Sunday bright and Sunday best
Gold as a windows light through the stained glass streaming.

This is a cool stone morning;
Sunday Calm and Sunday rest;
Blue as a peacock's tail with a sun's eye shining.

This is a bright stream morning;
Sunday pure and Sunday blest;
Green as a lily's stem with the white bell crowning.
Silver as a weir with the river laughing.

This is a new day morning;
Sunday friend and Sunday guest.

Kim Helen James
January 1997...

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