Best Been There Poems
(Coming Back Home)
Crimson sunsets trickled beyond the moor
Opulence of one’s youth a mindset forever stays,
Miracle of homely birthplace the lure
Inspired by non-forgotten special days.
Neon lights above the door lost their glitter
Garish gowns grew tired torn and tatty,
Bothersome marriage a divorce turned bitter
Asylum that sends a sane person batty.
Calling out aloud in hope a childhood listens
Kindred spirit says let the passing of time begin,
Heart and mind to put behind all that glistens
Oh, and the carousel of show biz and the spin.
Memories are many so are the steps to climb
Epic journey the apex or slippery slope for a dime.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Walking through the streets of the city
People passing, cold , avoiding, unfeeling
Wino sleeping in a box, what a pity
As you walk by, your senses reeling.
Until you've been there, don't be the one
Who sits in judgement on someone's son
Until you've been there,don't look down
On that man lying on the ground.
Keep on walking, heading into the night
See another, in rags he's dressed
Shake your head. Damn, it's just not right.
Could it be he's the one who's blessed?
Until you've been there and paid your dues
And walked that mile inside his shoes
Until you've been there and felt his pain
Judge not the man, be not so vain
Reach out for him, if you dare
Learn to feel. Learn to care.
Sometimes your heart will make you cry.
Until you've been there, you'll not know why.
by Kerinth Campbell
I walk before you, all the time
Yet I have always been right here.
I hear your calls
I anticipate your sighs
I know in the silent moments when you cry.
I treasure those tears
Yes! I understand your fears
The road you think you alone are on,
I have already been there.
I have prepared the table
The Oilf of My Presence rests
Double portion on your head
See, I have gone before
I have walked the stony paths
And smoothed the thorny bed.
My child, the apple of my eye –
My arms of love, healing and peace
Encircle you.
I am the Fourth Man
And I am here with you –
In the fire and the flood
In the quiet, in the storm.
The Son of My Presence
Will rise on you in the morn.
Special Forces is where my loyalties lie
And Air Force well it runs in the family
Sitting around a campfire
Passing a bottle of Gentlemans jack around
talking about our grandpa and smiling big
but today i make a circle and stop by the grave yard
i've reached my limit Ive had enough
Hey Sir lets just go and pick out my grave hello to you 2 Holy Men
this is not the path i chose
excuse me while i take command of the situation
Im sure there are many better trained and capable of keepeing the peace
and keep these hands clean from spilling blood
but speaking the truth he has his heart set on my destruction
Well Sir your more than likely going end up dying trying to kill me
Im speaking Brass wtf am I a helicopter base
And where the hell is those ghost of my past
I tell you they ain't no body bracing them when Im around
beaware danger lurks
he said remember this aint over yet
we'll see wont we and yea if your an oposing force
you wont never see where the blow comes from
the Lord's got His sword in His hand and he's swinging back
It's Christmas eve today instead of being scared to dye i enjoy myself
but im still pist and im still not backing down
I know there is nothing i can say to change your mind
A Team of Assassians meet A Team
really we dont think you wanna play those Assassian games
it'd be bashing your ****ing skulls in and feeding you to the coyotes and buzzards
it'd be seeing your protege advancing farther than you
Your what a lion is with no heart
you give us all a bad name and im just a no account
Im a part of nothing I have nothing to do with it
still im forced to do unspeakable things
but no one forced me to take hits for that Lady
That was a choice I made
I dont seek my friends to fight my battles
I face it alone like ive faced everthing
but beaware to all Ive never seen a force this big
The Angels weep in Heaven
And i will die with the strength my friends inspired in me
Drift into childhood
It's jam-packed with delusions
Vibe with the insane
When you softly brushed the trestle of my hair
and gently stroked my face
All my signals shrieked aloud
Beware, Beware, Beware
Oh, I've been there, I've been there...
How my heart oozed and slowly bled
when abruptly he refused my craving needs
For it to be nourished and sweetly fed
A blossom ever so gradually
withered to a dried out little seed
How do I climb back on this love wagon
where trust is an imperative vital must
but my soul still breathes the fire of a dragon
and my heart is encased in a Crusty Rust
Yet, when you brushed the trestle of my hair
and gently stroked my face
how I longed to surrender and nestle to your chest
Oh, but I've been there, I've been there...
When our love was fresh and new
I believed I could arrest little signals he threw
but I think there's an inherent problem
if a man you love, when asked, won't pray with you
Now here YOU stand
looking confident and grand
Does corrosive Rust melt... if a heartfelt man
reaches out and holds you by the hand
Or, like a barnacle attached to a boat
The heart must endure abrasive scrape
Will my heart once again float
Or is it doomed to acknowledge the gape
The lesson learned, the gut churned,
heart spurned, lesson learned
Yet, when you brushed the trestle of my hair
and gently stroked my face
approached me from behind and held me tightly
Suddenly my soul , to you, I want to bare
Do I dare, do I dare and will you Rightly hold me Nightly
Oh, I've been there, I've been there...
I wear my clothes with dignity
My white lace shirt over my knees
I smile my smile to the one who sees
I am this boy, their eyes on me
I smile again for I don't care
For me no shame, I've been there
Too much is labelled, boxed away
My wheelchair, stutter, facial tics
No more of hiding, for me no fix
Accept me or not, I will stay
I smile again for I don't care
For me no shame, I've been there
you've been there all along
to teach me right from wrong
you taught me how to love again
i write this for my sister to show i love you
leading me through the roughest times
in which you took my hand
to lift me out of my deepest rut
happiness hidden beneath these rhymes
to say i love you is an understatement
for i feel so much more
i dream that we'd be blood related
till then i will wait on the chair remaining on the porch
creaking underneath my feet
listening to the wind
past times scream endless cries
for tears still running from my eyes
distance is our separation
let your beauty shine through out a darkened nation
for you've been there all along
and made my broke heart mend strong.
While We Had Been There Horn Haiku
While we had been there
Were always handled with care
Vote for you did dare.
When I went out to
Vote for Hillary with you
Our dream will come true.
Hay hay hay let's go
Why didn't I tell you so
On you she will grow.
Jim Horn
I've let the side down
Gone against the tide - down
From where I had their trust
To grovelling in the dust
From Alpha to Anathema
From healthy to a carrier
Of disease and I have been
In solitary quarantine.
I've been there.
I've been on the other side
In me the others can't confide
'Cause I'm not Kosha anymore
And I must wait outside the door
Until my penance is complete
And I can stand upon my feet
I have betrayed those that I serve
And I have got what I deserve.
I've been there.
And there I found him
Smeared with other people's sin
And mine - I know he saw, he knew
The pain that I'd been going through
Did what I'd done even evince
From his bruised soul an extra wince?
I'd nailed him up, joined in the kill
But I knew, slowly, dawningly,
He loved me still.
it has always been there,
to be a part of me,
like when no one seems to care,
it will always be where it should be.
it has always been there,
like my flesh and soul,
it has always been there,
just like the oath i hold.
it has always been there,
from the start up till now.
it has always been there,
as if just like a strong vow.
it has always been there,
as if like my personal seer,
but reveals nothing of the future,
only a voice that my heart could hear.
it has always been there,
catching me unaware,
sometimes more than i can bear,
trusting more is what i've not dare.
but it has always been there,
just like a gift so rare,
for all i might know,
it might be the one who truly cares.
maybe i am illusioning,
maybe with me something is toying,
or maybe i am just hallucinating,
or perhaps i am simply dreaming.
perhaps it is there to be as guide,
to bring me out of darkness to the light,
drawing me out from the covers i hide,
to hold me and tell me it'd be alright.
Washington & Adams retired to their lair
Jefferson invented the swivel chair,
Taft went back to the law-
Of late,cashing-in seems the plan
Only Harry ,was a true man
We had ourselves a time last night
the card game bordered on theft,
but there was no trouble at all thank God
the losers paid up and left.
The younger men with wives and kids
went home to their early nights,
with their egos went the worry
of there being any fights.
We old divorcees and widowers
would stay until the dawn,
there being no comforts left at home
all of them long since gone.
Alone except for each other
we share an age old bond,
gruff old men with ailments
our camaraderie has grown fond.
We know better but it’s too late
nobody listens anymore,
making the same old mistakes we did
trashing marriages and fighting wars.
Our poker is penny ante
like our income and politics,
others ended up with the money
while we were getting our kicks.
All of us have stood at the forefront
with weapons or tools in hand,
to build a better safer world
we never broke or ran.
Suffering mud and disrespect
long hours with aching feet,
facing up to the challenges
refusing to be beat.
Companies governments and exes
stripped us to the bone,
taking all we had salted away
even the comforts of home.
But we know for certain in our hearts
the kind of race we’ve run,
finishing without gain or glory
still convinced we won.
Because our nation stands intact
where our children are living free,
built with nerve and sweat and blood
and that’s reward enough for me.
He’s always been there
Throughout the years,
Making me laugh
And wiping away my tears.
He’s always been there
Teaching me how to stand,
Encouraging me to try
Telling me I can.
He’s always been there
To chase away my fear,
Shielding me from the monsters
I was sure would appear.
He’s always been there
To catch me when I fall,
Encouraging me to be strong
And always stand tall.
He’s always been there
Believing in my dreams,
Listening with a smile
When I let off steam.
He’s always been there
Protecting me from harm,
Spoiling my children
With his grandpa charm.
He’s always been there
A treasure from above,
He’s not just my dad
He’s the father I love.
A gunshot to the head
A knife to the chest
If this is the only way out
What happens to the rest
Losing your best friend
Is no reason to end your life
Suicide is not the key
So put down that gun or knife
Is it that your father
Is dying from lung cancer
Don't give up now
Because only God knows the answer
Whatever it may be
It's not worth the rest of your life
So please for my sake
Just put down that knife
I may not be your mother
Or even your best friend
But please atleast take notice
To all the love I send
You are a great person
Inside and out
So please let others see
What you are all about
Trust me when I say
I have been there in the past
Drop the sorrow
Because your dreams have got to last
I'm not trying to tell you
What to say or what to do
I'm just letting you know
How much that I love you