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No flame within! 
      do I hold for you
no delightful delicacy
      shall I put to rhyme.

No picturesque words
      in italics of your
woeful wildlife, no
      acknowledgement of
the ancient mariner, he
      that crossed the margin
of our “Atlas of the world.”

     (Still in use, [I believe] in the
old stone museum.)
     One can easily live in fear
of your many mordant moods,
     to see you capture the
embracing horizon, where warring
     clouds fondle the sunlight,
and the departing QE 2 is
     reduced to microcosm.

How can one live in awe of
      you, when at the end of each
day you snatch at the light of
    sustenance, therefore
giving license to the veil
    of damnation, soon to be cast
out of the east, driving impending
    fears to languish upon the
unholy waters of the Styx?

 (An extraction of the mind,
an evaporation of the memory
     the spray dried brain
tossed into oblivion.)

   Yet each morning an
interval to one’s ongoing
   nightmare, when with renewed
levitation, the new light reprieved!
   Begins avidly it’s universal
journey across Manukau’s
   “Pack ‘n’ Save” Car park.

Oh yes! It is so easy to hate you;
      you that brought the rest of
the world here, you that constitutes
    a world within a world, that,
where the cycle of life creates it’s
     own constitution, each player
judged on cue, to become an act of
   fodder, mobile supermarkets
in ferocious competition with
    nothing at all to give.

“Unless death itself is a gift!”

    Upon the surface your
treachery still lingers, there,
    tenacious tentacles lurk
within the sedulous surf,
    groping blindly at sedated
rocks, those pinnacles of sanctuary
    that harbour the weary,
support the rod.

   Only when gravitation truly
intervenes, does the perpetual
   invasion subside, leaving one in
no doubt about your promiscuity!

         © Harry J Horsman   

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  1. Date: 11/16/2012 11:34:00 AM
    I just read this winning poem of yours. Excellent write!

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 5:16:00 PM
    Congrats on your winning work..Sara

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 5:02:00 PM
    Great drunken write...(burp! burp!) hahah...Very impressive, Harry! How's those eyes doing!? :) gwendolen

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 11:50:00 AM
    My sweet friend, you have covered a vast space of internal phobia with scientific example. Thanks for giving time to read my write. Loved always, bl

  1. Date: 10/22/2012 9:47:00 PM
    It's always better slamming the words than slamming the door! Excellent rhythm with the clever use of enjambements, bringing suspense to what's coming next... I love this one very special write. Congratulations on your great win, Harry. And many thanks for your comments on my work.:) Hanitra

  1. Date: 10/20/2012 9:25:00 PM
    An incredible stream of consciousness Harry. Would love to hear you recite this - ever do U tube?

  1. Date: 10/20/2012 12:02:00 PM
    Congrats Harry! One love. Joy Wells

  1. Date: 10/19/2012 9:20:00 PM
    Harry, congratulations with your awesome win in the "Drunken Pen Round 2 " the way you hold your pen. good night :-) xox PD

  1. Date: 10/19/2012 7:09:00 PM
    Congrats. Good Job. Thanks for commenting on my poem.

  1. Date: 10/19/2012 5:05:00 PM
    Harry--u went all out with this contest and it really paid off! Glad to see this wonderful poem celebrated at the top!! Horray! gwendolen

  1. Date: 10/19/2012 11:25:00 AM
    Congratulations on your grand win, Harry! hugs:) LG

  1. Date: 10/19/2012 7:33:00 AM
    congrats on a great win Harry

  1. Date: 10/19/2012 4:43:00 AM
    well done old mate, its really great, to hear of your win right here, with depth of word, well written, heard, a poets comentry....

  1. Date: 10/19/2012 4:41:00 AM
    Congratulations on your win in Joann's "Drunken Pen" contest Harry. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 10/19/2012 1:37:00 AM
    Congrats on your win with this fantastic write!

  1. Date: 10/19/2012 12:14:00 AM

  1. Date: 10/18/2012 3:39:00 PM
    Harry, intense and insightful...what can I say? You put your heart into this one! Sorry, my email is a mess. I have reported it and hope it can be fixed. If you report it, too, maybe it would be helpful...I am the new kid on the block... Thanks for the wonderful comments...Victoria PS I hate no 3 in anything...until next time...HA

  1. Date: 10/18/2012 3:26:00 PM
    Halleluyah and Pip PIP hurray you won number one today! Good on you my friend. Congrad's Light & Love

  1. Date: 10/18/2012 1:12:00 PM
    Congratulations on your well deserved fist place win, Harry. Love, Su

  1. Date: 10/17/2012 9:05:00 AM
    This is a poem that wouldn't suffice to be read just once, but many times...this seems to hold so much meaning-- as I was reading this, the word "full" pops to mind and just captivated me-- so many great lines here-- one of my favorite stanzas is "(An extraction of the mind, an evaporation of the memory the spray dried brain tossed into oblivion.)". In a word: Awesome poem, harry!