If e're we could move that mountain from between thee and me,
where would be lament or reason to grieve?
How remove the hollow from the tree, or shore from the sea?
What left would there be?
What if ere the beam lost it's moon.
Or lovely Autumn raiment lost it's tree? What then would it be?
Can one sow the seed without the land?
Would this be what Powers planned?
The grief, the longing, oh, the heartfelt gaze,
The strife the loneliness, but a soulful phase.
A mountain surmountable, a hollow fulfilled,
A sea able to be, a beam again spilled.
A stage again for raiment,... a fertile valley for seed.
Our love could not be boundless without the bonds of these.
Upon the pier of restless shore
she scans across the endless swell,
to end pain’s woe just like before...
her necklace breaks, in chilled farewell.
On edge of evening,clockwork races
with hope to drown in circling waves.
No more a chance to hold stars’ graces,
a wish tangled in child’s tomb, engraved.
Big dipper heeds her whimper, faint
as dazzling light soaks in deep sea.
Her infant harks ,” Mom, be restraint;
I'm here with you, through love’s glory.”
By questioning the bleak of days
her truth alights, as heart obeys.
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A Demon Confesses
I shun the light and do so cast the stone,
rot the meat , ravenously eat the bone
Cut my way deep in every man that falls,
eat my thrills as my victim mercy calls!
Shadows, adorning my cloaks worn with pride,
once entered I rot the mind as I ride
Pain and agony my pets serve so well,
my purpose, sending 'em all right to Hell!
Long claws my daggers I do finely shine,
accept my gifts, your soul then is all mine
Dark laughter is my sweet joy letting loose,
long is you wail, your head is in my noose!
I too, serve my dark master very well
loyal demon, freed from the bowels of Hell!
no date- Edited today, shortened to a sonnet
written so very long ago!
A taste of dark,
demons a reality so very stark,
I write safely within this brilliant light
spewing truth out to win another great fight..-08/24/2014
SCROLL OF LIFE
Although the light long ago faded from my youth
Clarity of my memories tell one; go home,
If only to find the innocence and the truth
From whence I travelled this world, like a gypsy roam.
When the scroll misconstrued paths collide in the night
Unprepared for the dawning the golden sunrise,
Horizon awakened one of emerald bright
Freeways of poetry and words woven without guise.
The misunderstanding of the unrolling scroll
Gave one measure to digest the loss; the delay,
In sands of time ribald an everlasting toll
The scroll we have a new understanding this day.
The gypsy has finally found himself a home
Through emerald eyes seeing his sunrise; not alone.
© Harry J Horsman & Mandy M Tams 2014
A Mere Pile Of Bones
Sitting here dejected, mere pile of bones
pleasure, just a memory in the dark past
Stripped of every lie one polishes and hones
facing this truth, nothing can forever last!
Stark, reality of deeds soaked in slime
pain, a racing bird sent to torture me
Memories, stones in the honeyed ring of time
everything costs so dearly, nothing is free!
Evil are the chains wrapping my crushed Soul
Time, a sword cutting so deeply my heart
fled pleasure of any future winning goal
sudden truth is ripping rest of me apart!
This pile of bones, only treasure I have got
smelling this meat even after a slow rot!
Robert J. Lindley, 08 -30-2014
Sonnet rewritten this morn. Originally it was a
twenty verse poem. I saw and thought rewriting
it into a sonnet would be much better.
"Last Sigh of Goodbye"
charming candlelight lost radiant glaze
emotions vanished into twilight dust
broken pieces of heart swallowed in maze
as passionate masquerade died in lust.
fleeting embers of deceit bid adieu'
one last sigh of goodbye stole life's faint breath
a love letter spoke words of love untrue
in painful fond farewell eyes closed in death.
beyond dark grave lies loneliness and tears
'tis better to have loved and lost in life
yet ultimate betrayal spirit sears
impaling soul with wounds deep thrust of knife.
painted finale' carved in canvas cries
caressing love in bouquets of goodbyes.
*For Harry Horsman's Goodbye Contest.
*Nov. 15, 2012.
This past week I lost two good friends. The one friend I lost to cancer. The poor guy
suffered horribly. All through his ordeal his wife was by his bedside. I began to reflect
on this and I tried to put myself in his place. What would I say? What would I think
knowing I was about to die? Shortly after I composed this sonnet.
Weep no tears for me at this time and place.
A thousand eyes change not my destiny.
All living things must die eventually
Except my love for you, which I embrace.
Feel not sad for me looking at my face
Although it's old and wrinkled you can see
A budding rose should age so gracefully.
My time grows near my love; in any case
Your life goes on nevertheless my love.
So wipe those eyes dry of life's mournful dew
And think not this time undeserving of.
Life had been kind, more so, finding you.
A lifelong companion envied above
By angels and cherubs alike. Adieu!
"My dear, do you love me?" No, I think not.
A loving foundation is based on trust.
I lost that trust that ties true lovers' knots.
Without it, all love dies and turns to dust.
My heart's been broken many times before
Each love I lost left me uncertainty.
Love doesn't live within me anymore
This I say to you with all certainty.
Love is like snow, beautiful while it lasts
But comes a time it thaws and disappears.
And what remains are traces of the past:
The painful heartaches, lonely nights and tears.
Ask not again of me, do you love me?
Love has died leaving painful memories.
(Joy Over Sinners' Repentance
The tax collectors and sinners were all drawing near to listen to him
The Pharisees and scribes began to complain
"This man welcomes sinners and eats with them
" So to them he addressed this parable
"What man among you having a hundred sheep and losing one of them would not leave the ninety-nine in the desert and go after the lost one until he finds it?
And when he does find it
He sets it on his shoulders with great joy
upon his arrival home, he calls together his friends and neighbors and says to them,
'Rejoice with me because I have found my lost sheep.'
I tell you,
In just the same way there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous people who have no need of repentance. (LK 15:1-7)
Time shifting through the elements themselves
Reveals little but what is of ourselves
Over bridge of eternity I’ve flown
Grasping at the railings of life’s unknown
Colors they flash before my eyes twinkling
Like the stars in the sky seeming winking
Over and over inside my lost head
I wander around looking for a bed
A place to lie on to fill my dreams up
Allowing rest to bring life to my cup
The bridge composes of enlightenment
Based off of hope’s lovely encampment
Strong hopefulness for peace and desires true
Times enveloping trip into the blue
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Truth that is masked by the heart of a man
Can only explain the start of a lie
A lie so heavy, it spits on your plan
Left with emptiness, your soul on crows fly
Lost while still young, forgotten by the path
Living with shame, that no longer gives pain
Held at the throat by the questions wrath
How dark was made, that ignorant stain
Now you delve into knowledge left by the wise
In order to uncover a truth that was hidden
Burdened with sorrow whilst the nurser cries
Hindered by usurpers who have want of no lesson
Hold on to the railing, prepare a strong mind
For never you know what's out there to find
Lost in thought, deep in despair
Knowing loneliness has no bound
Eager to speak, quick to share
Ready to fool and to confound
Time moves memory remains still
Thoughts linger of what could be
Pain of lost hope does not heal
Nor can any faith part the sea
Love gives hope a new resting place
Questions of what will come to pass
Reason fights looking for any trace
Longing grows like the blades of grass
In the darkest hour, filled with solitude
Where can one be found in the multitude
Oh, where does the mind go when it is lost?
When the day’s trite monotonous tone brings
It madness, causing it to fly across
Realities realm as if it had wings;
Flying, soaring to silent streets far gone
From mortal bonds along beautiful shores
Long, long before civilizations dawn,
Running from the beast that is the day’s chores.
Some get lost in pages of books just read
Or in the search to find a poets tone.
Or, searching for the right words never said
To lost loves ones that we have always known.
The mind is not as lost as it would seem
Just dreaming behind my computer screen.
A frying dying yolk of sun winks at the dimming eve, the runaway ocean breeze… surf rushing, gushing over under feet; memories savor washing, cleansing conscious sweet
Falling motion slowing backward hands reaching, grasping for the cool bathing crystal blue rolling and strolling out from the shoreline sand in sand
Empty, now imaginary imprints beaches once filling now fading footprints the lost summer you were still a girl pure and passionate I was developing into becoming a man
The gulls knew the secret of our lost summer place, obscuring dunes topped with pastel seas of greens grass, for no apparent sudden reason I glimpse the clouds that align revealing splendors of tender draped familiar face of a distancing past
Forever eyes so very forever lost when gazing upon you and overwhelmed by your sweet and sickly taste, our souls intertwining within the four corners of our world the beach blanket redefining complexities of the here and now time and the you and I space
As we commandeer commanding the universe to cease for an another noon, seizing, kidnapping each hour from the keeper as we continue drowning into each other’s pools surrendering to the longing yearning witnessing crowning glory beneath the dancing beams of hazing maroons...
Lost souls that always roam the lonely roads,
Ever searching for that spring they shan’t find
In melancholy souls of their same kind,
Whose burdens break their backs with heavy loads,
Intertwined with heartbreak which bodes
Of darkest baggage from a life defined,
Containing sorrows leaving them maligned.
Though living within these confines one loathes,
Irrespective of profound loss of pride,
They deign to keep their loneliness repressed.
Old shadows follow, adding to their woes.
Seems almost an eon since last they cried,
Echoing in deaf ears how they’ve transgressed;
Yet hope glimmers in those sad eyes, Lord knows.
April, 18, 2014
Standing in the frigid wind outside the bus stop doors
She seemed lost and lonely as the cars past with a roar.
Waiting for my only child the son whom I adore
I couldn’t help but wonder where was she headed for?
The prodigal returned through those same two frosty doors
But though the night was getting dark no one came for her.
Stopping right beside her, the radio blaring a Christmas score
We asked her if she needed help could we do any more?
Her wind burnt cheeks rose with the smile she wore
“Thank you, no.” She said. Her eyes they did explore
the warm interior and the street stretched out before
My folks are late but coming soon at least I’m pretty sure…
We left her there before the door yet still my heart implores
How many lost and lonely waifs are left standing by the door?
*Monorhyme is Sonnet form using slip or half rhyme.
Some good deeds go unaccepted.
When you feel your hopes and dreams are just gone
That there's nothing to uplift your poor heart
Just take a good look around and you'll see
There's more to be thankful for than whats shown
For none can stop you from making new start
Only you decide what to do or be.
Try to be positive, content each day
Even if pain and sorrows break your heart
Be grateful give thanks to God on your knee
For tomorrow is a new day pray
His salvations free.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Forget me, you; where upon your name shall shine,
Where, therein your heart shall not ever repent,
For by then, I will be gone without a sign
And our love with its flowers shall far be sent,
And thus my part, a lover, done and proven,
For this ain't my love that don't care your future,
But the truth that I will burn in an oven,
Tolerating my broken heart in suture,
Escorting pain along with me to the sea,
To the depths where your eyes and heart shall not reach,
If once you see my son, call him for a tea,
For I shall sing him our love and its songs each,
For now this is all I say when you marry,
That my distance is my love that I carry.
Angels, descending from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love
Angels, weavers of dreams,
Harbingers of nightmares, they bring screams
When fallen they become, lost is this world
For the heavens become hells, fiery and all curled!
Angels, fallen they may be,
Yet, they shall not remain so for eternity
The ONE above is full of pity
For his children lost in absurdity,
Feeling like crazy beings in a reality
Where Time is Fool's stupidity!
Angels, descending from above, shall try with all their might
To bring harmony to the land of the dove, where lost is the light!
Giggle dancing vanities around bonfires your funny fancies, hula skirt feigning moves with floras and flowers I had dedicated unto your chocolate tresses of hair waltzing beside you my own flames circled about flickering ablaze upon your delicate and subtle grooves
Tracing, painting, the gentle touching your camberous and my muscular frame, creating endless, countless new ways of whispering, feelings, revealing our deepest, darkest secrets swallowing, consuming each other, dissolving all our pains
Offerings, submissions of stripping naked hearts, placing you upon a pedestal you leaping back down into my arms, crawling, veiling myself within the inferno, you cocooning vulnerabilities exposing your wonders, endowments, captivation of your devoting arts
Your majestic soft smiles blowing kisses to my face , sun rising, the Aprils, the Mays, the Junes, sunset bowing with grace, silks and supple of my princess, my goddess one day soon vanishing an apparition over the twilight shimmering dunes
Exodus grandeur, an angel exiting from a scene, the years hiding you away oft in my dreams, hoping, praying, believing that another time another day, bumping into meet, finding each other again, a reunion of union, marrying in another lost summer retreat
The lost summer fog, the misting ocean’s spray whisking returning a lost essence upon our sacred,consecrated domain, analogous subsiding tides, gulls fly off, sea grass evaporating, the shifting dunes our memoirs have all but eroded away
Memories, reminiscences of two naïve, innocent youthful hearts, and lost summers blissfully buried treasures, fondest here remain testimonies reigniting renaissance adolescent wildfire sparks
You think there´s no reality in dreams
Hark! I had my cup and taste Fantasy
Contrary to me you follow schemes
so being abstract, my eyes get hazy
There´s a prize for my Hallucination
And prize I mean: lost or lasting glory
And lost is lost in Mankind´s short Eon
Myth to me is bigger than a story
Had I sweeter words for you – Capricorn?
Here is my dreadful promise in a wink
If I win my glory you get your scorn
Then back to bluish vision I shall sink
Take my friendship, I like you very much!
Reality for you? In dreams I catch!
Physicists are theorists so extreme
that they can get lost in speculation
and even lose track, or so it would seem,
of designated abbreviation.
They’ll say string theory has many parts
that are likely aspects of just one thing
they like to call “M,” but, with all their smarts,
when asked what it means, they start stammering.
“What does M stand for?” -- a simple query
that receives an obfuscating reply:
“Membrane, Mother or Master Theory.”
They really don’t know, and they don’ know why
nor grasp that they’ve lost their unified voice,
thus need to respond with multiple-choice.
For years, I loved your rugged face
with its whiskers salt and pepper brushed
the light of star your eyes replaced
and your smile was the one trusted.
Then you withdrew into a shell
so hard and I was left outside
each night I wondered how to tell,
tell you good-bye, I had my pride.
I lost you and I knew not why
it was plain for your touch was cold
all I could do was sit and cry
now eyes of steel I did behold.
So, we part ways two lovers lost
for staying had too high a cost.
From looking at you many moons ago
And diligently gazing through your eyes,
I saw the shadow of your river flow
But even through your hair the water cries.
I know that you were once eternity
Of things that never should have come to pass.
You should have lived into each memory
But memories lost sight and fell to farce.
You lost your way into reality
Like many others. So you stand in shame;
Ashamed that you could grow but could not see
And we shall end in shadows of the same.
When did you fall to whispering your last?
Can you not see me crawling through the past?
Vows I made and vows I broke.
All rational thought had left me.
I knew I was lost as soon as he spoke
But no sense could I then see.
My actions I could not control.
I have no sensible explanation.
In his arms I now felt whole.
My heart , it sang with elation.
This was not the way I was raised,
To lie and betray someone so kind.
At my own actions I was amazed.
Perhaps I'd just lost my mind.
Yes, perhaps I was possessed somehow
And the devil made me break my wedding vow.
for Thvia's "The Devil Made Me Do It" contest
I lost my first thought in the morning
I lost my prayer in the night
I lost the only joy of living
I lost the direction of my life
I lost what eased troubles of the day
I lost what gave weekends most pleasure
I lost what is constant in yesterdays
I lost what was to be the future
I lost confidence in my ways
I lost the swagger in my walk
I lost what parts all colors from gray
I lost whom I loved most
I lost you.
Love has me in it's grip holding on tight
Bound by the chemical ties love's disguise
How can I love one who manipulates
Even the breath that I draw in my lungs
Youth's energy could be blamed folly says
Attraction to one who has to control
Causes destrution of one's soul's being
Release me let my soul heal, time to find
The child, girl, woman, bride who was lost
There at the altar the one that lost me
But who tied me as an individual
To someone who lacked understanding
Help me find who was lost so long ago
Help me find who was lost so long ago
(Not me but a topic of one loosing their identity when they get married.
Unconventional sonnet in that it does not rhyme.)
A tale of stale beer
moss and lost years
here in this joint
where life has no point
as the varicose nose
throws another one down
looks slowly around
with a glassy eyed gaze
he staggers and sways
but the tipsy old hack-
throws another one back
and hollers to mabel
more ale if you're able
and the barkeep chagrined
lights up a cigar
as he wipes down the bar
and the varicose nose
so drowsy it grows
sinks down into sleep
so blissfully deep
escaping the tears...
the cost of lost years.