Best 2010 Poems
Christian Love frame
The only need for death to every exist
Was to slay the fictional self
And all the embellishments used to support it
Fear not, Love’s little flock
You will not be set to fly
And then be allowed to fall
To be strong in your Love
Is to inherit the power of God
That now lies dormant in your essence
For your possession of absolute truth
Is a point at which your Love and your reality
Both become one in God
Slaying your fictional self, being honorable
Is your first step toward your recovery
Of your conscious immortality
For what is sin but the force and mischief
Used to instill and empower
Your mentally invented lower realities
Withholding forgiveness
Is the ego’s assault against life
Love does not judge
For what is the mercy of Love
But that it repeats it’s lessons of life
Until they are learn by the mind
For Love already knows,
What life is yet to learn
Therefore learn from who you are
And teach your outer self
Love’s absolute truth
Love is your true reality, a constant source
Has no beginning or no end
The unlimited potential, quite essential
My prayer for 2010 is that;
These proceeding sayings
Become obsolete this year
In the face of your Love itself, Smile!
Stay in your Bibles, my little bibles
For Love is your title
Not your mind of idol!!
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"Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
An everlasting pool. A pool of memories.
Like picking a grape off a vineyard, you choose one to remember.
Then you put it back. No trace of taking it, except your own conscience.
Some sweet and beautiful, some ugly and unpleasant, but nevertheless there.
With age the pool shrinks - the unnatural event of nature itself.
But at the very depth, a layer of feelings remains.
There was a naughty boy
and a naughty boy was he,
for nothing would he do
but live for his family.
He has never had a holiday
since 1991
all the monies
he has earned
were for his kids
to have much fun.
Now his kids are older
his time
has finally arrived, for
he has a taste for music
so to a concert
he will strive.
2010 is around the corner
to England he will go
to see some famous
Rock bands
and marvel
at their
shows
And when he does return
his journey
will be shared with you,
for since 1991
his music has
seen him
through.
My entry into Brian's contest " Christmas Parlour Poetry "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-3.php
Volcano erupts
burying a continent
in a new ice age?
watch the body count grow
when tiny tots near the t.v.
turn and ask you: "Why?!" ....
check your gun, pet your shepherd,
lock your doors and watch them sleep
When it comes to young love, it's a beautiful thing for young people from around the world.
And when it comes to teen boys and teen girls falling in love with each other since the day they
met, it's like fireworks popping in the sky. Their moms and dads are either happy about it or
inapproving or whatever. It seems to everybody that most relationships among all teenagers
might even last to either 72 hours or a lifetime. That's a really long time, but then, if these two
young lovebirds want to stay together, even until their high school reunions, then that's fine.
Sometimes love will make young men and/or young women do some silly things or whatever,
but love doesn't; it's just an emotional feeling for teen boys and teen girls combined. Their
parents (the moms and the dads) should also know what their lives were like when they were
teenagers, especially since the day they fell in love with each other. Young love has
revolutionized the year 2010 and it'll revolutionize the future of all of the would-be teen
couples. This is starting to get very interesting. It looks like the junior/senior high school years
will be with all of the wound-be-then teen love birds for the rest of their natural lives. All
relationships among all young people will not just continue to increase every single day, but no
matter what the circumstances of young relationships or whaterer, it'll seem that day in and
day out, all of the young lovers (all teen boys and all teen girls) will always have love for each
other, and their parents are very happy about it. And if young love continues to grow and grow
by the time the year 2025 arrives, there's no telling what beautiful thing might happen next.
Baseball Glove on gloves
Baseball bat, too cold to hold
Hurry, SPRING, Hurry
Inspired by Carol Brown’s “WAITING FOR SPRING “ Contest
Dedicated to the 2010 World Series Champions “Boston Red Sox”
British dug dead holes never to atone.
Tar ablaze the oil rigs drill and plunder
As golden hands rely on this dead zone,
Beneath white lilies and silver blue seas,
We sanctify black vicious crude as tongues
Digest the depth to clean up this collapse.
Hydrocarbons widen, dark and lifeless
Gallows clocked to drill oil even faster.
The mobs of ice and stone blindly detach.
Owner greed for plankton to deliver,
Simple numb, is taking our future back.
As toxic sludge thrives and all worlds quiver.
We boast of freedom and human rights while
Small life die and are fed to bigger fish...
Who pull dark gold, while politicians thrive
No stopping this micro bio-tic plight.
The natural food chain feeds our own thirst.
Soon the sun will set and the moon will rise.
Stay safe and stay here or he will find you.
Sleek silver hunter with red rabid eyes
The sun starts to set. The moon starts to rise.
He growls lupine rage. This predator spies
his victim, alone. He leaps straight and true.
The sun disappears. The moon is your eyes.
Stay safe and stay here or he will find you.
pressure bust pipes
stress can burst a blood vessel
chilling is the remedy but life wont let you
young guys think your soft when you decide to wise up
old men looking like your not quite wise enough
I learned long ago that the hood life was not enough
all they want is something in their dutch or their cup
high and drunk while the hour hand is running laps
if you sleep your whole life you wake up to a dirt nap
the family structure is faulted
dads addicted, mom tricking while granny singing take me to the water
these little ones are crazy spraying shots indisriminate
they're the grandchildren of the crack epidemic
the 80s was crazy the 90s was grimey
and the past decade was more like an insane asylum
they follow fools by the flock, while righteous men get mocked
Lord I'm listening in case you tell me to go build an ark
when you hear the growl from the stomach,and feel the pain from the hunger
poverty and crime combine like lightning and thunder
hopelessnes and despair that can break a man quick
have him ready to break all 10 commandments
the youth are heat holding like wolves in sheeps clothing
and all he want is more of what he's smoking
in less than a heartbeat he'll stop your heart beat
then write a song to brag about it over a hot beat
the streets have a cruel set of rules and guidelines
he wanted to be a millionaire but lost his life lines
trust in the wrong one the outcome dissatrious
those fake friends will front in your face and back stabya
disloyalty in your circle can hurt you
plus your enemies are lurking to push the knife in further
where a simple robbery can easily become murder
because their young and their dumb and in love with the sound of a burner
Viet Nam has left many with mental pictures
Images, that some, just couldn't forget.
And when it was over and troops were home
Many vanished, living alone with their regret.
Some found themselves living on the streets
Disrespected and blamed for an unjust war.
Spat upon by some, and psychologically ill
Now doubting what they had fought for.
My brother was a soldier mentally tough
Decorated and wounded during his 23 years.
Was it the pressure of being a civilian
That caused family to shed those tears?
Joe's name isn't written on the traveling wall
Nor does a granite headstone mark his spot.
Yet I count Joe D. among the living dead
Just another memory that time can't blot.
My brother has been missing since 1984
Heat days arrive with cloudless skies.
A sultry haze hangs evoking earthquake tales.
Sticky twilight mauve moves
another day, another month
another year passing
as sporadic fireworks explode
weeks before the celebration
of another date.
Dog dead days
bestir record keepers
to pronounce and announce
what few brain cells
have already registered ...
it is hotter than hot.
Earth of gray,
Something dreadful on the horizon looms.
There is no black and no white today,
Laws exist but justice is doomed.
Morality is labeled religion,
And must be separated from state,
Whose own religion is political correctness
And determining God's fate.
Oh heaven rain down on us,
We are tasting your tears.
Yes we've become that bad,
Confirming your fears,
That what has been done ,
is being done again,
Those lessons taught,
coming to naught.
Judges and laws make it legal,
to be rid of your innocent babes,
Under a symbol of the eagle,
God's loving justice betrayed.
Racheal you cry the tears,
that now only heaven supplies,
because ours have dried,
In the dust of our alibies.
Excuses and lies are linked,
As you and I know well,
The truth is all but extinct.
Truth is foreign to hell.
Oh heaven, look down on this world of gray.
Something dreadful is watching and looms.
Is there nothing left but to watch and pray,
While Rachael wails by the dumpster tombs?
P unchbowl of literature
O ffering gifts of
E loquence and rhetoric
T his emancipation of candour
R evitalized in common goals when
Y ielding seeds of open-mindness
S pecifications spontaneously unshackled
O pression outlawed; this is indeed the
U nreservenly unremittingly
P alace of purposefulness!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
The reason I wrote this poem is to symbolize anything that ever catches you in the
clutches of temptation, be it small like chocolate as this is, or bigger like ****,
smoking, alcohol, etc..fill in the blank, everyone has something that it seems like they
can't quite conquer. The struggling and the realization that nothing on this earth with
satisfy that God sized whole in your heart, even if at the beginning you believe that it
will. Thanks for taking the time to read. Hope you enjoy.
A romance swirled in cocoa brown and creamy white
Smooth flavor
Charming you to take another bite
Promising to stay with you forever and ever
The allure of wanting more
So much more
Beckoning to catch you
Catch you in its trap once again
Enticing
Ever inviting
Daring you to take another bite
Sinking deeper into temptation
But the fun is over before you know it
Never getting enough
You're always wanting just a little more
Your mind in turmoil
Questions flooding
Racing
Why does this happen every single time?
But you fall to the ground
Every time afterwards
Brought down lower than before
Always
With the same answer
Chocolate never really loves you back