Best Control Poems

I always feel hungry
yet dare not complain
it may set a precedent,
believing I am the fodder
the factory keeps feeding on my
infinite illusions.
The Radio talkback show tells us,
“No one wants insecurity anymore.”
Yet the conglomerates give no guarantee
no “Job for life”
Only a life! For a job.
Perhaps security is...

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I fear people have lost their way;
now, hatred and lies rule the day;
our morels faded over time.
Purchasing political will;
cult leaders are prepared to kill,
perpetuating fear through crime.
They claim that they believe in God,
but that declaration is fraud.
Faith has morphed into a pastime;
a mockery of true...

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Oh beautiful birth control, how wonderful you play, 
You bring so much joy to my life.
You’re like my religion, I can embrace everyone, 
Especially my neighbour’s blonde wife.

Every morning after, I fall, fall from grace off my bed, 
Fall right onto my knees and pray.
I...

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Tonight, we saw the split second
the rush before dying, the twist of good metal
the swerve of the drunkard in a flash of white light
We braced only precious things, my 3 year old daughter
and our own frail adrenaline bodies held tight
Tonight, this man chose
to pour his...

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Flowers bloom ~ with love around
                          Lead me where you go
         ...

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Nothing frustrates an internet troll more,
than to not get acknowledged, to be ignored....

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I'm not really a poet
I've never claimed to be
The only reason I'm even here
Is because I can't my watch tv

My wife hid the remote control
About a year or so ago
So I'm just here killing time
Til I can watch my favorite show

I've been told many things
About...

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When you make your wife into a baby machine
You can’t complain there’s not enough food to eat

I mean, what were you thinking with ten kids to feed? 
Food would fall from the sky? Rain eggs, bread, or meat?

You had to have known, say by three...

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we are all just channels 
in the grand screen of things...

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It is the educational institutions 
That determine what one must know 
To be successful in human society
And the values in the society

Education has been used for centuries
To propagate the values of the elite
By controlling what is taught in our schools
They assure they remain the elite,...

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Digital identification
We are puppets of their creation
Such is the twilight zone
Everyone on their phone
Becoming the slaves of each nation.

This poem written by a historic
Thankful to God to have lived
In another generation.
‘Long Live Rock‘n’Roll.’

© Harry J Horsman 2022...

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Breathe - -  you say
   
   craving to capture the air inside my being- to the point of no return
             (holding me hostage) to my needs, this ache...

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I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined
rows of poplar pillars prop
the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon 

yellow eyes; daffodils watching 
lean into gossip groups nodding
a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze
I am a sweet weed...

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"The Sky Cracked Open"



One day 
the Sky cracked open
the yolk of life
shined through

Splinters shifted
blooded angel quills
flew amongst the
black spots in the iris 

20/20 vision 
wild joy ensued
imbued clearly
rapturous ambiguity

Don’t look back

this read
coded in the 
chivalric Quixote
ridden on a donkey's back

it’s all fried

Prophetic 
suspended
in control 
of...

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Fickle Art and control Freaky
Don't play well together
Tolerance was not accepted
'Cause he wore pink shoes

Cross the street each day at the same intersection
Fickle Art and control freaky but the road was not
And never could be big enough for these to share

Time square and Big Ben...

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