Best Copperfield Poems

Hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
He had an oh, no-no lettuce nose — 
a hyper-keen sense   when to leave
Roger was rabbit good
at knowing when
to skip out    on his responsibilities  
  
Before bedtime stories
would end afoul, he could always...

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Words are far from true.
They disguise.
Wise stain eyes until real is all you need, free from salty cries.

This language spoken, only speed bumps the weak for weeks.
Years multiply by division of fear postulating theorems we could never speak.
WE, the freaks, magical, lucid and fragile.
Agile.

And they...

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He drifts among fireflies and splits the rain
A haze walking through Great Wall’s domain,
Twists of Copperfield’s runes whirls a relay
Under kliegs of stars, mind’s eye becomes prey.

Sweet alchemy washes real world’s strains
Where human life transcends the bleak of pain,
On enchanted tours, he eludes flames’ slay
Stuffing...

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How do I escape my life of misery. Do I run away or do I hide away. None of my 
choices seem feasible because where  can I go to escape tradegy or how conceal 
could I be  so that no one can see...

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(Continued from Part Two - 1)

Nothing of the foisoning ageold homegrownwine
       strained through Ol’ Kayyam’s ever draining ruba’iyat bowl
    keeps vigil in their scelerosed veins    

       ...

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My Daddy scuttles across the ocean floor,
Let tons of seawaters flow past him,
Over him,
As he makes subsonic noises
Protesting my sins.

The waters listen,
As do fish and sharks
And other predators of the sea,
The sea horse dances its traditional dance.
Seaweed’s weave and sway,
As if in chorus.

The villainous dragon...

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THE SECOND COMING OF AN  IMMACULATE MIS-CONCEPTION

I hear preachers claim that Jesus walks by my side
Alas, Jesus has also lasciviously lied
I can’t see Jesus with my very own eyes
Yet with my eyes I read all of His lies

The Bible promises that Jesus always protects...

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From the very beginning of life,
God allows us choice
And, it’s the fundamental gift
From which we weep or rejoice

And from this, I have chosen
To pursue each one of my dreams
Knowing only of probabilities,
Which are limitless, it seems

Through the conquering of each,
I learn a little more of...

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Lizsar is a very good girl,
She loves God,nature and 
especially the Oceans.
I do believe she is a very holy 
person,
Don't be surprise if she used 
to play
pranks on church sisters.
Her favourite colour is Pink,
She loves Jerry Lewis i think,
Her heroes are Herbie and 
Pink Panther,
And...

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Agnes:

Oh, what a smile Uriah Heep!
It makes me feel so vile and cheap
You’re planning Papa’s soon demise
An evil light shines in your eyes

You smile a sheepish little grin
Usurping is your grievous sin
My father is under your spell
But I know you are straight from hell

I shan’t...

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Charlie was dead

Charlie was dead: to begin with,
There is no doubt whatever about that.
I leave my residue to Carol for Christmas
and Little Dorrit his faithful Tom Cat.

There’s been hard times here in Bleak House,
Villainy and miserly crime capers,
I spent my fortune in shops of curiosity,
Pickwick...

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David Copperfield
the epitome of life and love,
from another era
created by Dickens.
David Williams
the epitome of life and love,
from all eternity
created by God..

© Harry J Horsman 2012...

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born February 7, 1812,
whose living descendents
I would be thrilled to befriend,
hence if anonymous reader
by some genetic fluke 
linkedin to said 
prolific storied author 
please kindly reciprocate.

greetings mutual friend,
hard times dash 
great expectations in this bleak house,
whereby battle of life ensues 
when Sunday chimes
from master humphrey’s...

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turn our hearts into shields
let freedom liberty ring
when
justice step upon the battlefield
when 
the lamp of courage glow
beyond the green hills of copperfield...

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One need not be David Copperfield,
nor a card shark/sharp, scrutinizing
random display codified
computer algorithm doth yield.

The chance to "win"
may appear tubby zero
analogous finding a diamond
in the rough, even
with help of
a heartfelt superhero

nonetheless toil away, asper
setting suitable spade work,
and cock sombrero
just so to avoid,
the virtual sun
shining in...

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