Best Complementing Poems
Shadow Play
While Freud sits at the mind end of the couch phallus in hand
shapes others’ dreams in unspoken imposition ‘must-abation’
analyses abuses his daughter in metaphorical incest projects
his own aggressive sexual drives and neurotic megalomania
Jung after killing the father figure sits with and under shadows
gathers the zenith of clouds rays collects collective conscience
unconsciousness retrieves ancient symbols propagates mythical
archetypes to archetypical conclusions reflects tainted sunshine
He forges gently I surmise poles and vaults of contradictions
opposites polar juxtapositions seemingly un-mutual mysteries
and ponders light and darkness tearing torn apart thus healing
in the complementing contrast of void change completeness
Where Freud posits polymorph perversity bit by sexual bitter
sweet bit in a bid for so called science of mind over matter Jung
morphs perpetual change crafted and cast through a different
lens admits to poetic licence narration oral traditions and growth
******** in mind not of the ***** castrated in fear not envious of
phallic dominance over clitoral defence wombs groomed entombed
by guilt transgression sexual submission shallow **** oral penile
ossification of flaccid resurrection Jung begs and offers to differ
In complex incomplete never-ending search a path from change to
change and beyond dialectical synthesis played enacted in parallel
processes and progressive psychological drama of a different kind
he much kinder more reflective less regressive and adventurous
Lets shadows erect and paint play dance reflect and move on
16th August
Categories:
complementing, courage,
Form:
Free verse
(An Addingham Poem)
Clashes of old tainted galvanised buckets
against the stone flags daily ring out across the manor farm yard,
profanity given proficiently if the swine catches Father off guard.
Lusty teats await emancipation of release ‘Friesians’ frolic in resolution,
‘Pete’ the old boss Bull awaits the dawning the perfect scene for evolution.
The purple haze of Rombald’s moor embraces the horizon
while the aging grey ‘Cat-steps’ hide within the mist,
yet sparkle with dew in the sunlight.
David, the youngest in the family given to shepherding,
some lambs endure many a bastard day, here springtime never early.
The plough a relic of the nineteen thirty’s cuts through the soil
like a knife through butter, till it unearths a boulder, and Joe is not best pleased,
expletive aggression does not fix the problem, but his brother Abe does.
Magpie and Crow recipient to all that exist, as long as it does not move,
screaming Owls grace the heathland, their screech complementing
the never-ending whistling winds.
Come what may, farming a commitment
a promise a guardian to their yacker* of God’s earth.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
*Yacker Old Yorkshire for acre
Categories:
complementing, farm,
Form:
Free verse
I think feel a breeze
A breeze and a touch of horror
Something makes my breath seize
The stings of inner torture
The beast of the dark just passes
I hear the pings of its awfulness
Horrible snuffs complementing terrible masses
Something grip me here – oh fearfulness!
Now what – silence…
The quietness of the graveyard
I sense trouble in disguise
Only that worse turns bad
Oh wait, I can see
Slow approaches of eye balls
The burning eyes of the black beast
Monster, you, coming for me or my pulse
This is it my adventure fiasco
In the ever-dark ghost room
I would rather die like a hero
Behind this locked door with my rheum
As I’ll lay my back on this door
Oh beast feast, on me feast
I can hear quacks as I fall
…the door open at least
Massacre! Oh massacre of the beast
Sun ray-the enemy of the dark monster
Came in for its burnt feast
Because the door opened
Categories:
complementing, adventure, mystery, me, dark,
Form:
Quatrain
Shower of autumn leaves and acorns,
And rustling sound as I stroll.
Those mesmerising bubbles all-round,
As I dive in the pool.
And also, when, looking into his eyes,
Silently, I can walk thousand miles.
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
The power to see the unseen!
A lady dressed in pink, in my sight.
With complementing accessory soaked in glittery white.
And my heart fondly admires,
Wow! That blushing pink charmer!
Just like an innocent pearl in an oyster.
Adorning beautiful pearl in white,
Gracefully gleaming bright!
And also, when I see those young, tanned lads,
Completely soaked in mud.
And, scaring me, with their thud.
Then, smiling broadly to show their set of teeth.
Oh! I love them, they are all sweet!
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
It definitely beautifies my thoughts!
When I see my friend upset.
Without even a word, I know his mindset.
Slipping quietly my hand on her hand.
I can feel her with my inner strength.
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
It teaches me to empathise.
When I am low
Poetry raises me back, to glow!
When my confidence begins to retire.
Poetry gives me the strength to fight like fire!
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
Always by my side to support me.
Poetry hones in me, a better orator,
As it makes me, a better expresser.
Yes! It helps me to build my character.
My poetry is me!
23/2/19
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest Name: Poetry and ME
Categories:
complementing, boyfriend, creation, first love,
Form:
Free verse
body soul spirit*
my essence authored by God...
complementing yours
*1 Thessalonians 5:23 And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly; and I pray God your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.
July 3, 2023
4th place, "A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1228" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/11/2023.
Categories:
complementing, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Haiku
I am the wind
the textured curl of clouds
those specks of glitter
silver and gold are my
illustrative gleams
the foiling wings
that flutter and flap
feathers ripe with color
complementing all rosy hills
a rolling kiss a splash of
blush a dash of spicy dish
the pepper and the salt
of a morning's stirring serving
see me in the meadows
there where wildflowers overflowing
bees and butterflies how they gaily
bob take lick like little children
at the serving tops of apples candied
making funny faces where those more
tart chasing rainbow tails the
fond remnants of showers
I made this day for you
now do me honor
save some acres from your cities
and roads
one or two at the least
as I keep sacred
your plot through the heavens
Categories:
complementing, christian, earth, environment, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Beauty is spoken of excluding beauty.
We speak of poetry, apart from poetry.
Total beauty does not exist, but do not accept ...
Beauty is made of complementing parts
in infinity ...
Poetry does not express all poetry ...
Poetry is incomplete, but it is poetry ...
Smaller poetry is factor of the larger.
Real talk.
Real talk as it's
only ... as there was only one
dimension...
True, it is what is established,
and what is established may not
be an expression of truth.
Everything is said ... everyone knows
of everything !
And everyone knows that in fact
know nothing ...
All that is known is little ...
Little, not everything ...
Beauty,
poetry,
true ... everything for us
It is finite.
But it's not for the universe
infinite ... and expanding ...
Categories:
complementing, allegory, allusion, art, literature,
Form:
Prose
Only an inspired mortal such as I,
could feel the stimuli
synonymously woven in unison with the indigenous people,
who for centuries have inhabited this place.
The ‘Aotearoa Northland Maori’
Relating their verbal legends of old
complementing one’s majestic stance
here in the wilderness, a place where
the ancient Gods of Olympus would feel at home.
Here! I also stand in awe of you ‘Manaia’ guardian of the bay,
you with your shadowy creation which intimidates the serene waters
of the Pacific Ocean, lying dormant below.
Mortified crag laden face appearing to cry out
for assistance to the wayward breeze,
that it may hasten the removal of the ghostly grey veil,
compounded precariously within your stony crown, only then,
permitting the radiance of the brand new day to
cast out the lingering nocturnal shadows,
exposing all that surrounds your
‘Monolithic presence’
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Categories:
complementing, day, nature,
Form:
Free verse
If perfect means flawless, then a Perfect World
is flawless too.
Persons would have to be the same
Frame of mind to have a Perfect World.
So that good things may circle around,
A Perfect World should exist in Collectivism;
Sharing All Things selflessly with wisdom.
Is this perfect enough for you?
I have a trade, you have one too,
Each one complementing the other.
Like in a Jewish neighborhood -
Brother sells this, Sister that,
Get those from Auntie, Uncle paints well.
Cousin does the printing, Grandma makes
pastries,
And Neighbor sells books and magazines.
In a Perfect World, there'd be one set of Investors
Vying for the best rates for us.
Bankers would raise Interest Rates,
And offer Bonuses for our monies they invest.
Taxes would not be Garnished for silly non-payments,
And Tuition for schooling made more affordable.
There'd be no Pilot Research Studies for
non-existing disease!
But what do you believe is the idea of man's
Perfect World?
No illness but happiness and laughing with all.
Going on vacation, dwelling among sincere friends,
Great romances, healthy children, cars and a house.
Pretty flowers, waterfalls, shrubs and trees in a field.
Making a lot of money but hardly working.
Worshipping and praising the Lord without deceit.
Lord, quickly bring a flawless world for PEACE everlastingly!
Poem Title: In A Perfect World
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Date Due: March 7th, 2016.
Categories:
complementing, appreciation, community, emotions, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Only inspired mortals can feel the stimuli
synonymously woven within the indigenous people
who for centuries dwell in this place.
The ‘Aotearoa Northland Maori’
Relating verbal legends of old
complementing one’s majestic stance
in the wilderness, a place
the ancient Gods of Olympus would welcome as home.
Here! From where one stands a perception
one of understanding yet in awe of you.
‘Manaia’
Guardian of ‘Taurikura bay’
With your phantom shroud intimidating
the serene waters of the Pacific Ocean lying dormant below.
Mortified your crag laden face appearing to cry out
for assistance to the wayward breeze,
that it may hasten the removal of the ghostly grey veil,
compounded precariously within your stony crown,
only then licence to permit the radiance of the brand new day to
cast out the lingering nocturnal shadows,
exposing all that surrounds your
‘Monolithic presence’
© Harry J Horsman 2016
Categories:
complementing, beauty, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
My Cousin Chaos
What cousin incest I am my own chaos
too much unpredictable prediction not to be cosmic
comical maybe the anarchy the drive for comprehension
and so much honest serious hilarious enjoyment
I am related to myself brother in arms mind and legs
on the journey to what where and because of
which fallacious fragmentation reconstructed
polar posited complementing contradictions
She or he who searches seeks the clown jester uncertain certainty
father mother sibling offspring un-othering completion
takes domination pseudo-science’s conjectures
concatenating refutations of the blinding path and vision
The butterfly who flaps the wings the roots to fly
propels the grounded theories of places times
in foresight hindsight blind-sight sentinel sensation
full of telling meaning narrative enlivened imperceptibility
Embraces cuddles rejects rejection rediscovers lost
and lonely loving horizontal longitude the lateral
collateral imprisonment of iron cages rational irrational
emotional confinement liberation freedom from and of
Enshrines in effervescent transcendental condensation
of what perspires inspires transpires in the illuminated
darkness boxes ignorant lamenting shallow high rise entities
makes love to sensual cognition consensual chaos
Or is it co-sin cuisine havoc’s Karma dishy chaperone
and chastised illusion disordered fusion fission
elemental monument harmonious disintegration musky
tall minuscule order rising falling standing firm
When thereafter now again before and yet again I loose
the plotting pot containing potty madness sane insanity
I ask my cousin and the loopy loops and square shaped circles
question the Universe that stays aloof precise and altogether mine
02nd June
Categories:
complementing, cinderella, farewell, firework, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
Soul-are
Is my soul conscious at this time?
No further question marks in asking
as the query is itself the answer
tentative and playful statement
of intent of letting go solutions
to a problem which is not
The conscious soul
There is an ‘is’ somewhere
out there in there and
where they meet when
is and when they not
No definition and it is
at the point and time
the fleeting flowing moment
ever changing change
‘My’ is longing and belonging
when the meaning wanders
me in fragments wholeness
wonderment and expectation
pondering what’s mine
possessions baggage lightness
entitlements and freedom’s safety
When I am and not am and both
and stand and fall proceed
my journey un-arrested
‘Soul’ my essence source
alone conjoined the Universe
en-lived en-storied
told untold narration from within
without because of why
and how my circles spin
spiral radiate alive and morbid
mortal where the crossing
exit point and destination
questions not what there if now
is after momentary permanent
impermanence for ever lasting
going gone beheld in truth
‘Conscious’ of the contradictions
compliments of contemplation
complementing opposites and syntheses
polar angles sides perspectives
hidden exposed below the surface
and above the tidal mark
of scion’s collaborated offspring
consciousness of consciousness
transcendental comprehension
and awareness of what can
can not be understood
‘At’ where at when at
is lost and found and lost again
no at without the it and as and I
attending context inconsistent
alterations wrapped in time
location in perceptions
‘This’ that there is here
for now and when it is
and gone just when the past
has changed from present
to the future this and
present past and yet again
is what there is appraised
forgotten passed surpassed
uncommented in meditation
upon reflection feeling thought
‘Time’ so much so little just enough
and left beyond the time of time
when time has come will go and stay
forever when my consciousness
which was has gone
20th May 2016-05-16
Contest entered: Is your soul conscious at this time?
Categories:
complementing, space, time, travel, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Holograms and hieroglyphs
The whole weighs heavily
touched caressed lightly
brushed on feather canvass
granite marble marvellous papyrus
innocence rejuvenated
partial and impartial
Chiselled in and out
of comprehension angled
layered facets facts
subjective trueness
ciphered and deciphered
Snow flakes teardrops
ink on paper hailing crystals
pastel rainbows thunderbolts
and blind pitch black darkness
tell the story weathered lives
Freedom torrent lightening
anxious reproduction
wholesome holes concatenations
metaphoric mosaic translates
picturesque ‘holos’ trying to emerge
Vertex vortex on horizons
told untold forgotten
and beyond beheld
diagonal a-synchronicity
discovered spoken written
felt and never once complete
Lyric lasers beaming densely
condensation compromised
at the cutting edge of aural light
lacking graphic clarity
eluding synthesized illusion
Once we decipher unconventional
primal prismatic re-reflections
meanings life calligraphy
inscriptions narrative conceptions
we enclose and liberate
the hologram that seems to be
Infinite eternity of scripts
encrypted systems
webs of life’s distortions
fragmentation truth reality
paint the picture of
conflicting contradictions
making sense constructions
lithographic mystery
moulded into understanding
Holograms are limited to
the scope of three dimensions
tending mind and body soul
complementing contrasts
hollow narrow depth untold
Burrowed in words rational
irrational emotions rationale
defence deflections oppressed
repression incarceration
loose out transitional
transcriptions miss the point by far
the bigger picture yet emerging
uncertain clarity sculpted
in hieroglyphic excavation
Carving holy boundless beauty
with the fourth dimension
of subjective sense perception
and the changing timeless
flowing circuit circus artwork
in the making reading writing
on the imaginary wall of life
over and above the hologram
engraved in fallacies
arrests of real unreal reality and
strikes the balance never known
of what is and only seems to be
22th May 2016-05-22
Contest entered: Holograms and Hieroglyphs
Categories:
complementing, space, time, travel, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Listening to the lapping of the waves
complementing the murmurs of bench folks.
Doves are cooing, pigeons are scurvy knaves
patrolling the sand, clumsy oafish crooks!
Trade winds gentle on your skin, lover's kisses.
Wedding parties come and go, tourists pay
top dollar to eager photo misses.
No one hurries, time ordered to "stay!"
and it seems grudgingly to want to do.
Wind surfers carving initials in air
and surf with abandon, try something new.
All I could wish for without a care.
Reflect on a brief moment in the sun
and how fortunate to have a brief run.
Categories:
complementing, allusion,
Form:
Sonnet
Nourishing Love
You are a palette of complementing colors.
Your many forms excite my senses.
As I gaze upon you, I tear up.
You are mine, although I know it won’t last.
I am offended by intrusions.
They lessen our time together.
Still, it is the cost of being with you.
You begin to diminish, and love fills me.
I am grateful for that.
Our intimacy will carry me to the end.
I can assure you we will have a re-encounter.
And I am grateful you satisfy me so.
I am a person in need of stimulus.
But it must not be constantly strong.
You assail my senses like a symphony.
Causing them to rise and fall.
I get no warning and it makes me tingle.
I am captivated by your effect on me.
You touch my lips, and my heart flutters.
Soon you are gone.
I must leave to regain a need for you.
You have been a meal I will not forget
Categories:
complementing, appreciation, celebration, holiday, valentines
Form:
Imagism