Wake
The ever present enemy
Overbearing and oppressively
Shadowing expectantly
As forethought always secondly
Two minds hang suspended be
Interrupting thoughtlessly
Relentless and attentively
Aressting so effectively
Contented is left restlessly
Thrashed into docility
Numbing the auxiliary
Concerning such complacency
Overwhelming this tranquillity
Resolute in the obscurity
Abstracting absurdity
With Orchestrated entropy
Worn out by pacificity
Sleep
My life slows down
more days in medical care than at home,
experts can’t track
what makes my heart tick like it does.
My failing mind loses weight,
I’m moved to auxiliary care
longing for the end.
Do not grieve for me,
my life on earth is finished
I’m ready for heaven.
Hospital workers
It has been another busy day a lot of driving
the destination is yet another hospital that smells of despair.
Busy fat auxiliary nurse, you can hear the friction of sweaty thighs
and the smell of their s.
I’m not surprised the canteen sell mostly sweet cakes and drinks
and low paid, they have no other chances.
The doctors are mostly good at their trade, but some of them
would be happier as car mechanics, if it hadn´t been
for pushy mothers wanting a son with a title.
They are jolly, the nurses on a sugar high, I think.
I sit in the waiting room, the endless waiting for more tests.
My doctor is female, she talks to me softly, but there is steel
in her voice, telling me what to do and eat.
After a shouting match I lost, I gave her one of my books.
Mollified, she forgave my outburst. Yes, she is an angel.
It was Edison In a lab
Gave night its noon.
He bottled up all he could
Of that hour's boon.
And washing walls the world over
By volt overseen
Moved the sun to frankness;
"My auxiliary sheen!"
listening to the water in the water mill
brings the Iowa State Fair into my mind
We had a water mill ride
In the sixties it was something
We would wait all day for a chance
to get sprinkled with water
funnel cakes were not invented yet
back in the day
but we had lizards on a stick
live ones.
you had the option to pin them on your blouse
until they expired in the heat
the midway was a riot
you could hear the screams all over the park
we were dragged to the ladies auxiliary building
to look at quilts for hours
when I got older I sneaked off to the 4-h barn
that’s where the cute boys were
an innocent time
when children could run around freely
and no one worried about being sex trafficked or kidnapped
I think of these days fondly when I see a wood mill
So I thank you for this memory
the passing of time
When I left my country I first went to Liverpool, met a woman and married.
I tried my handwriting but the woman thought it was stupid, so I stopped writing opened up a café that was ok for some time.
We were both working-class I had been a seaman and used my spare time reading
world literature and had time to see and think, she was not so lucky, she had been
an auxiliary nurse and had no interest in the movies or books.
With time I come to dislike the English way the pub and occasionally a trip
to Alton Towers (entertainment centre) too banal for my taste.
I sold the café took the plane to Portugal it was like coming home, of course
she hated it and it ended in divorce.
For the first time in my life, I could write what I wanted without receiving ironic
remarks. This is how I spend my time now that I’m old writing and reading give the pleasure I need little else matter I never liked throngs of people.
My new wife never interferes with my writing
Only says if I sit doing nothing around, go write something, of course with her being
Congolese She speaks Portuguese and French but not
Much English shall I call this a blessing?
The Mystery of Hillary
The humility, oh Hillary…
What are thou good for?
As you rub shoulders with the rich, in victory,
And stomp your feet on the poor…
The conspiracy, oh Hillary…
You still want to be President!
The first lady in the White House Distillery,
Where all of our monies will be spent…
The witchery, oh Hillary…
You’ve lived all your life in politics,
Receiving many gifts from your auxiliary
And all you gave us was your bag of tricks…
The misery, oh Hillary…
The hidden world of you and Podesta,
With pizzas on special delivery,
And the authorities ready to arrest-ya…
The contradictory, oh Hillary…
What’s the deal with you and Trump?
Do you stand for all liberty?
Or do you stand up to grump?
This verse is intended for entertainment purposes ONLY! No politicians or children were harmed in the making of this poem…No names were changed to protect the guilty…If I disappear within the next two weeks…Well hopefully, you'll know who to contact...(All in good clean fun kids)
April.08.2019
A Realistic Hillary Clinton Poem
Sponsored by: Michael Wegman
Placed 5'th...Thank You
I'm more than half way to the gates
or so the statistics fancy to say.
Seen a lot but need to see a lot more
haven't suffered or laughed enough
need a few more scuffs and scars
need to grow up but I'm trending down
need to hide pain and struggle gracefully
strengthen the weaknesses-maintain the strengths.
Though I don't have enough mental mortar.
need to toss these streaks of jealousy in the pit
need to pare down that gigantic bucket list
reach a couple of goals-go for one last blitz.
but I'm running low on energy and time
where are those auxiliary tanks of fuel and time
I need to pray more?
have I done enough for family-friends
need to pray more
have I done enough for god
need to be more humble
have I done enough for myself.
I've got to do more for others
to help them reach their goals
but what about mine
i'm running low on fuel and time
I've got to stop whining.
be a man-struggle in silence
The universe is 14 billion years old
I have to iron all this mess out
in 73 years or so.
That's a lot to ask of a man
who's having short term memory lapses
I need to pray for others more-and mean it
Through invisible bars
Of his wide expansive space,
He searched far into the night sky
And settled upon a distant star,
Where the wounds she had administered
Did not resemble upheaval at all.
This bridge he had crossed
A time warp, a pathway through space
In chains of link-less shackles,
On the “SS Bounty Celest”
Stacked to the brim with earth’s forlorn,
Alas prisoners from a congested world
Where with no recognition of one’s culture
By its self-governed order without borders,
Into the melting pot one and all did fall.
Deep within this God forsaken galaxy
An outback far beyond,
Where the limit of sunlit days
Roll into moonless nights
And the hours are long.
Man, with his acute sense of superiority
Feels free to explore roam and contaminate,
And with the logic
Of digital and mechanical auxiliary,
Destroys in His name
All that had gone before.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
From opposite heads I hear crackles
you call me larry, even though I am Hilary
with my presence, lots of hate sprinkle
both minds convert to a dirty granary
forgetting that every problem can be tackled
to hatred, silence is an auxiliary
friendship suffering a swollen knuckle
but all these should soon pass a refinery
forgiveness cures the broken ankle
and makes life less complicated and ordinary
Don't weary : be lively
Don't worry : be Momentary and Complementary
Don't hurry : be Anticipatory and Auxiliary
Live your life at ease, compromise is an unstable dry branch of failure.
The wind that bends the sticks and stems
Sends a message that makes the lights grow dim
I don't know when, but I will transcend
This disaster and all its whims and trends
After fomenting rebellion I was soon rescued
And all I could think about was my niece and nephew
A modern Pygmalion sculpting flesh and sinew
waiting on life to be breathed into my statue
The narcissist's mirror has been shattered
And the barbarian's bravery has been battered
The scribe's scroll has been burnt and scattered
And the figurehead's ego has been flattered
Let's not forget, last but not least
We must remove the burden from the beast
Subsisting solely on scraps from the feast,
Prayers from parishioners and pedantic priests
That heavy yoke must be destroyed
And auxiliary forces must be deployed
That unfamiliar feeling of being overjoyed
Has been gone so long and left such a void
A Hillary Auxiliary
Then there are those that are a Trump turncoat
From Republican to Democrat decided to vote
Where they would feel more safe and sound
Knowing terrible Trump was no longer around.
Women voters had begun to spread a yarn
Not any male candidate was worth a darn
No woman would want to sell herself short
So Hillary they should start and support.
Sure was great that on you Hillary did grow
While they where keeping the men in tow.
Besides women were starting to sing a song
Saying men must have been morally wrong.
Found a female Democrat that they all adore
So why not for another Clinton should vote for
Thanks to the voting of each women's auxiliary
Now have new president whose name is Hillary.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran, Soothsayer and Poet
Moina Michael was a teacher,
Who vowed to wear a poppy,
Each year so as to remember,
The fallen, alone and the dead.
She wrote a poem in reply,
To McCrae’s In Flanders Fields,
Promised thenceforth to objectify,
By the poppy, red for blood liberty.
As a lecturer she taught,
Disabled servicemen broken,
Asked of them their enterprise,
At making silk poppies as a token.
These poppies became the symbol,
Of the American Legion Auxiliary,
In 1921 when at a loose end,
In contextualising that battery.
French national Anna Guerin,
Brought these poppies to Britain,
Where the Royal British Legion,
Bought nine million for certain.
We owe these two women,
The stability of our modernity,
Because they allowed us,
To reflect on horror positively.
Read Moina Michael's poem We Shall Keep Faith at:
http://www.greatwar.co.uk/poems/moina-michael-we-shall-keep-faith.htm
Fighting, facing from the world
Women are the slave of the world
They know the meaning of sacrifice
What haven't they sacrificed
Women are the need of the men
Then why they are being killed by the men?
Why don't a men understand,
How strong a women can stand?
Women fights for you till her end
Why men is the reason for her end?
Women is the one u need
Then why they are in deed?
Why they think a girl is a burden?
Is this the reason for her aversion
They are the gift of the god
Only a few of them have got
Women are auxiliary with men
They are superior then to the men
Respect women till your life end
Both sex will have happy end.
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