Oh, give me a home where majestic buffalo roam,
Where antelope graze and rushing streams foam!
A place where snow-capped mountains reach for the sky,
And gentle winds waft through blue spruce with soothing sigh!
Oh, give me a home where golden eagles soar on high;
Where skeins of geese delight my senses with their clarion cry!
A home where splendid sunrises greet me each morn,
And spectacular sunsets, The Master Artist, the sky doth adorn!
Oh, give me a home where verdant fields thrive with golden grain;
Where cowpokes herd cantankerous cattle on wide-open plain!
A place where magnificent mountain goats and sheep can be viewed,
On steep and rocky tors, content with their own, seeking solitude!
Oh, give me a home where in autumn, elk vent their plaintive blare,
Seeking to charm the feminine species to provide himself an heir!
Where glorious Columbine blossoms grow in profusion,
And golden leaves of aspen create a fairy-land-like illusion!
Unlike the hapless and adventurous Conquistador,
I've found that home and so very much more!
I've found my beautiful Eldorado,
Right here in Colorful Colorado!
Categories:
tors, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
Methinks all antediluvian Love was
Whiter than snows atop higher tors;
And with more troth dudes did kiss
Purer maidens for pleasanter bliss.
I deem Art shortly after Noah’s Ark
To have been of better-spun spark;
And bards of far more sublime quill
Did indite with stouter metered skill.
Niftier lines which Columbus hymned,
On virgin voyages to terrains deemed
By soil-tilling mortals uninhabited yet;
Such ditties do dim both fear and fret.
Tighter Calvary Faith as Bunyans
Prisoners fell in Hades' vile plans,
Wet-toweling martyrs' spirits bold,
Felt saltier with truer saints of old.
Daintier Oratory and Polemics alike
Did with indeed finer Lincolns spike;
Notches less finessed minions today,
Such steadily sorrier contrasts betray.
Categories:
tors, abortion, absence, adventure, age,
Form: Epic
Moorland
mist rising
over gritstone tors
Climbers exposed on sheer
Edges
Categories:
tors, nature, sports,
Form: Cinquain
Eternal granite, crystalline scree, agates, boulders, rise
to hills, towering tors,* mutinous mountains, endlessly growing
rising, lifted, then toppled by the fiery rebirth of draconic lava**
Like the cracked shell of an avian egg***/ **** both molten yolk
and watery albumen mark the passage of time, the swings
of the multiverse, they pacify Charon’s passage on the Styx
Seen and unseen the arched openings spiral, poled in ten
dimensions by exigent mathematical quandaries, branching
boles boldly rooting in islands of primordial I, chained
screeching***** shadows infer larger beings who manhandle
the infinite construct of finite man
*Alliteration Repetition of consonant sounds [
** Hyperbole A figure of speech involving exaggeration.
*** Assonance The repetition of similar vowel sounds [A vian, A gg]
**** Simile A figure of speech involving a comparison between unlike
things using like, as, or as though.
*****Onomatopoeia a word that imitates the sound it represents
Categories:
tors, life,
Form: Verse
Ah, disperse, dissolve, deploy, aqua vitae,
all through the depth of primal forest rise,
turn the shades of green toward blue-gray.
Soften shades of purple shadows, disguise,
and bath the chill of night with damp display.
Ah yes, rise to treetops and tors, comply,
and hide the prey from predators this night,
blanket the woods in opalescent white.
Categories:
tors, beauty,
Form: Ottava rima
Summer sunsets o'er majestic Pikes Peak are a wonder to behold.
Unequaled hues gild the western sky in flaming red and gold!
Mere artists will never portray on canvas such a glorious sight.
Magnificent ivory clouds enhance the scene much to my delight!
Embellishing this exquisite panorama with colors all aglow,
Reminds me of the bright hues in paintings by van Gogh!
Soon the sun will sink beyond the towering tors of Pikes Peak.
Ushered in is a mellow moon to make the ebon night less bleak!
Nary a sunset gracing the elegant form of Mount Kilimanjaro,
Shall compare to the painting in the sky that I'll view tomorrow!
Even though famed artists have created masterpieces in the past,
The brush strokes of The Master Artist will never be surpassed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
tors, beauty, , western,
Form: Acrostic
When solitary quests for TRANQUILITY I thirst, Pikes Peak I will ascend.
Ah! The SPLENDOR of that majestic mount nothing will e'er transcend!
As I mosey amongst its rugged tors and its towering heights,
I marvel at the ELOQUENCE of God's magnificent sounds and sights!
The soothing WHISPER of gentle zephyrs WAFTING 'mongst the spruce,
Contrasts with the DULCET bugling for a mate by a pining moose!
The FRAGRANT scent of the LAVENDER bush is a bonus for my pleasure.
A stroll through the grandeur of such panorama I shall ever treasure!
The LILTING melodies of birdsong lighten my languid soul.
The melodic hymn of a rushing stream gladdens me as I stroll.
How could not the poet enraptured by such unsullied BLISS,
Capture the moment in flowing verse! - He would surely be remiss!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 6 in Word Warrior Challenge Contest
Categories:
tors, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Jutting far beyond date palms and dunes,
East of somewhere and west of nowhere,
Bound by rocks along sparse vegetations,
Endless rows of towering tors and ridges,
Lonely backdrop against cloudless skies,
Silent sentries amidst desolate wasteland.
Categories:
tors, places,
Form: Acrostic
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
Categories:
tors, introspection, nature,
Form: Bio