Homage to a Brimful Poet

Homage to a Brimful Poet

A message heart delivered by a musing troubadour

left footprints upon
a well weathered rivers’ rocky shoal

the lazy days of the summer’s

simmering ethereal breezes
lazily waft astir

Unknown distance ‘tween yonder skies azure;

thoughts of nebulous distances
fearlessly ignored 

Connectedness sown and deference’s
soar from high above,

yet beyond vast breadth
afar the great divide

His brimful heart in hand fulfills passersby thirst

needing love here, hearts on sleeves sincere,

wellspring sensibilities handed out willingly here

voids filled by word of quill …

right now is the known needed time

Glasses half empty suffused to their half full brims;

do unto others you will reap just what ye sow

A poet beyond the bounds of his own demure,

 bearing immense understanding

The quintessential essence of family love 

drips from heart like havens rain,

testifies the heart's purpose for being

A poet’s voice speaks in soul’s timeless tongues

unknown breaths
from another understanding realm 

too deep for words;

yet the word sayer struggles to see his forest ‘s poetic beauty for to see beyond the pendant beauty 

within the magnificent grandeur

his own gifted heart’s nurtured trees.

Harlon Rivers . . .©August 21st, 2013

You never know how many rings a tree's trunk 

while it is still standing rooted deeply in the bedrock of mother earth...

long may ye stand tall 

as thy poetic tree's 

ever reaching limbs 

touch heavens azure ...

Respectfully sincerely,

Harlon Rivers

...without poetic breath's resuscitation

This restless day without poetic sway,
it seems the summer's sunsets paused
changing contentment's colour
the cavort under full moon soon forgotten
as poetic timbre wanes of the harmony
within her aspect’s breeze;
the empty stillness within
tides continuum ebbs
the hollow stare ricochets,
echoing back to the sea’s margin;
wanton thoughts of dandle now bane
when the west wind sighed,
then covered the tangled up sands
as if  lust stained sheets
regret’s final traces,
once heard blissfully exhaled
intimate breath's heart song.
~
set the sails,
yet again,
the prevailing winds of change
a’ stirring

unfold the paper sails
hoist the halyard
&
“come about”

restless rivers suffuse
all at sea ~

© harlon rivers …2013

July 2013   Waxing Gibbous Moon  11 day(s) old
Moon in Sagittarius ... Sun in Cancer
Being a Sagittarius I have to wonder after my last 2 days ~

I suffocate,
I digress
I've regressed.
I’ve retrogressed
without fresh breaths
I'm gasping
for
a poetic resuscitation

The Low Anthem - "Charlie Darwin" .....(awesome  song and video)

how fickle remorse ...snippet 11.0

..."independence" is a concept by which we measure the breadth of our indivisible cage

...how fickle remorse ....snippet 11.0

quietly she sighs 
from the darkness
purging the shadows

as unlied words wept

her unsullied tears stain
these hidden scars of torn
rousing conflicted heart and soul


©Harlon Rivers

7.04.2013  ...Waning Crescent Moon 25 day(s) old


...snippets from thinking out loud
   to be continued

Proverbial Walls

Whether kept at arms length or ten thousand miles away, 

Irrelevant still feels the same...

 an original "Word Whisperer" chapter

A poem by Harlon Rivers

It’s a long way up and over that proverbial wall 

to explore the dark side of the moon

Lessons lesions left scars years ago,

still leaving the unresolved tracks of my tears.

Some things we learn so slowly

and yet moments fade past like the shadow of a dream



Whether kept at arms length

or ten thousand miles away,

Irrelevant still feels the same.

You saw me naked through a prism

The light of sober truth knows no refracted disguise

It cannot be blocked by disbelief’s fading light



There was a time when

being simplehearted and true blue

was something relevant to be.

But then came fallacies of blame

Remorse for misguided shame

Allowing dark imperfections to be seen.


The boundary walls

are fortified castles in the air.

The mote is deep and wide

When building bridges fail,

your tall tower walls

have got to fall some day.



While dusting off the confusion from a vanshing dream,

I feel like a lost stray dawg,

fetching a barbed wire bone.

Too hungry to know

that what the illusion of love showed

was only teasingly toying with me



Your fortress walls are a maze of protective halls

Unrequited love is a tethered ball and chain

Ignore a stray dog and it’ll disappear

Back to the solitude where sleeping dogs run free...

Don’t throw him a barbed wire bone just because he’s starving.

He’ll howl from the dark side of the brokenhearted moon, 

when your done just  set him free... 

© 2012 Harlon Rivers 

Cupid's Broken Arrow

Some things we learn so slowly... Some things we never learn... Some things we learn the hard way... The only way to survive a broken heart is to leave Cupid's broken arrow and hope it heals with a scar before it drips and drains all remaining life from your heart...

The spell was cast by memory

With the wanderlust of a rolling stone

Traces of broken dream’s dust and ashes

Fell like love cast out with a claustrophobic moan

A broken heart could not convince me

Every heart has not a home

 A lonely sailor, banished, cast out for the final voyage

Into a world without an island to feel a tranquil peace

Born of mother earth, into a race where faded memories were erased

Journeying out into an unknown raging sea, before learning to walk the land

Dreams of some lost abandoned safe haven, an illusion

Welcoming shorelines were never discovered by this soulful man

A world where what’s lost is rarely found

Where square pegs never fit the round 

When the die is cast from molten life

It cools and forms flesh and bone

Insignificance, abandoned, left feeling like a heart without a home

In the end the faded memory is chiseled and scribed on some forgotten mossy stone.

In a distance I hear the eerie silence

The ship's final soul has sailed on a windless sea

Drifting infinite fathoms, the icon of a loveless being, another random lifetime lived, 
like a lonely sunken ship of treasures, lost in the darkness undersea.

I’ll walk another endless mile always knowing,

there will never be a home for my heart in the world ahead of me.

Reborn into a world where every passing thought becomes a fading dream

Love may be the last gasping breath left unbreathed

Belonging is a walking contradiction of my self esteem

Oh! heart and soul be set free...

Exhausted and weary of struggles, forsaken by gravity

No longer resisting the absolute surrender, the final choice that sets your soul free...

© 2012 Harlon Rivers… September 27th, 2012