My soul was ruptured by crystal soprano
As I walk from door to door
Try to outpace my welling tears
Noble silver - perfect jewel
Reduce a man to burning fuel
Untill I spellbound dont exist
Your voice a bell , my disbelief
That could summon men to wander off
To dwell in wanton pergatory
and kneel in wonder of a eucharist
A radiant flame of holiness - an arum lily
The palor of thy countenance
Taste of Russian Ural honey
Lift me to the stratosphere
Never was heard a sweeter sound
I was born for hearing this
Surpassing every ounce of elegance
Surrender meekly to thy song of godliness
Categories:
ural, dedication, devotion, for her,
Form: Free verse
G eorgia land of mountains and plains
E arth of red that is farmed again and again
O rchards of peaches, apples, and pecans
R ural country with rustic charm
G oobers planted under the ground
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A tlanta the capital, fun, fun play
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Categories:
ural, community, devotion, farm, travel,
Form: Acrostic
S ara is an
A ries girl
R ural Red Rose
A egis of peace.
K ind heartfelt comments
E ncourage one and all
N umerous poems to ponder
D efender of nature’s call,
R ich in rhyme and rhythm
I ncensed at needless war
C reations against injustice
K een to even the score.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Categories:
ural, dedication,
Form: Acrostic
And I walk
across numerical figments
speaking hyperbole dialect to their imaginations.
Numb, blocky gaps
whisper invitation to secret club.
Enticing my stature
to belong
to become exponent’s side-kick.
So they can welcome me with open arms.
Coating my digits with inoperable tumors
double-knotted in hot pink laced bow
and baby-breath scent.
They even left a Walmart Rollback smiley face sticker
with crack residue on right cheek
and a comic-style bubble caption, “welcome home puppet”.
Yes!
This is exactly how Mother 1 told me it would be.
Kinda like marriage,
but less detail-oriented.
But, I could never fit in.
For I am neither positive
nor negative
about their (cult) ural ways.
Timing would always be off.
An arm from the clock that suffered a stroke at Midnight…
They’d never understand,
how they’d alter this unevenly, odd numerical figment.
For they’ll just calculate,
deduce,
my sum with rusty protractor.
This Zero, into a fraction...
© Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
ural, art, computer-internet, fantasy, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Stalingrad 1942
City surrounded
Bloodied human zoo
Shattered buildings
Architecture ruin
Walls of peace
Blasted and strewn
In the rubble he crawls
Suited white
Background blend
Silent
For hours he lies
Corpse still
Eyes in focus
Await his kill
German Half-track
Up ahead
Scope fixed
On the commanders head
Range set
Wind adjust
Breathe in
Shots a must
Trigger squeezed
Echo of sound
Mosin-Nagant round
Enemy bound
In the blink of an eye
Pace of it
Bullet hits
The hear of it
Momentarily he stands
In a swaying state
Zaytsev,s shot
Seals his fate
As panic unfolds
As to where the shot came
This white uniformed assassin
In his theatre domain
This Ural peasant
Soviet Hero
In a battered Stalingrad
Where moral was zero
This silent killer
Who seen out this war
In Kiev city
A Red Soviet Star
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
Categories:
ural, death, war
Form: Rhyme