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Violin Notes Fall From Heaven No More

Her trembling twilight 
dims with streaking purple tears
bruised by youthful years of bleeding pain
hurting but never hugged—
locked in arms of atmosphere’s apathy
that smeared with fiendish fingers
a contusing plum palette
across any hope in her godforsaken horizon—

this sorrowful songbird 
who sings with the shattered purity 
of violin strains falling from Heaven
finds her bemoaning musical notes adrift—
lost on breezy deaf days
as she is once again thrown down 
from the self-serving skyscape 
by the hateful hands of wildcat winds.

In the deep inkwell
of lullaby-less lonely nights
where never a tender nursery rhyme
has ever set her free
are memories scribed of storm-battered days
and weighing heavily on Libra’s scales
are the injustices 
of dreams she will never live
nor flights of fancy she will never take
as her sire of solar scorch and temper flare
—a warpath warrior against her springtime
sleeps soundly on a bloated bed
over-stuffed with betrayal and broken promises
while her merciless maternal moon— 
distant and cloud covered
does not bother to wander the coal haze
with a lantern’s sharp beam 
to cut through stranglehold-folds of darkness 
to cast a light upon; to rescue her fractured form— 

an angel beckons as breath and beat fade
her guardian as she passes through Earth's shadow
beyond the coldness of mother-moon's umbra 
following to where warm sugar-stars soprano sing.

Tonight— a stricken sparrow 
folds her fledgling wings never to fly again…
will land or air ever miss her?

Categories: cut through, child abuse, death, Lullaby,
Form: Free verse

The Golden Dusty Days

Long gone are the golden
Dusty days!
Where once, like Blazons
On Armorial Shields,
The gathered bronze sheaths 
stood -
Cut through at the stalk...
Raised from time honoured
swathes.

Burnished like brushed copper
By high summers slanted rays:
That were sliced so thinly 
From the thickening air,
As they brightly 
Caught the hot glare,
From the grass mowers blades.

For the singing scythes,
Once wielded so ably
By strong, capable arms,
Are standing abandoned and
Forsaken:
Blunted, left rusting,
Languishing alone
In damp, dilapidated  barns.

Now their songs are forgotten -
Lost within a woeful winds 
lament!
Blown far out 
From the green meadows;
Separated from their verses
Once sung so heartily 
With purposeful,
Lusty, well practiced intent.

So think you all well,
Next time you pause
Your drawn eye,
Upon Englands rich harvests
Of ripened barley, 
Yellow wheat, and stiff rye...

To dwell on the lost seasons
With melancholy tears...

And think of the old reaper
Who cuts back at the years!

Categories: cut through, autumn, nature,
Form: Rhyme

The Weaver

T’was flair from the cobbles that drove the loom
with forced hardy sweat they laboured till eve
a family tradition from the womb
with threaded shuttle and reed hook they weave.
The warp the weft that nurtured the blending
the clatter the din the need of lip sync
a marriage of yarns a pattern pending
the huff and the puff with no time to blink.
This place the cornerstone belonged one’s life
town mill chimneys stretching into the clouds
the smog the fog to cut through with a knife
one pence to pay if late due to the crowds.
While in the countryside the manor house
no longer ‘His Grace’ but master with nous.

© Harry J Horsman 2018

Categories: cut through, nostalgia,
Form: Sonnet

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

In Eternal Sleep I Will Find Thee, Julia

As fiery beacons 
Blaze
And cut through the
Night;
As restless sleep
Doth so tax and
Trouble me;
And I hang upon 
A promise:
That my love
For thou
I did most fervently 
Swear unto thee!

As icy comets roar
And sail against
The galactic tides, 
Their streaming tails
Lingering upon a
Solar wind,
I will grasp
This one last chance...
To bare my soul
And chasten myself
From all my sins.

Then immortal wings
Will downwards sweep
From heavenly ramparts
Where divine Angels
Do so keep...
To gently raise me
To my feet,
And, softly brushing
The dust
From mine eyes,
Lift me high
To be seated down
Before the wise.

Whenceforth,
Hence so empowered,
Whilst slumbering 
Fantasies 
Once more take flight -
Unremitting and
Without respite:
When, passing through
Heavens doors...
To search you out
Across the sands of
Timeless shores.

Thus, finally, after 
Stumbling
Across starry Aeons 
Of an almost infinite age,
Throughout these 
Many anguished trials
Of forlorn, 
And seemingly, 
Endlessly
Despairing days,
To overwhelmingly 
Rediscover your 
Presence: 
Beholding your perfect 
Form -

Suddenly and inextricably 
Revealed 
Before my wonder-struck 
Gaze!

After enduring what feels
Like the damnation and
Curse of eternities 
Countless years,
Now, heretofore:
How I shall cherish 
And much adore...
This one true heart
Forever more.

Categories: cut through, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme

Background Music Before Sleep

In the asphalt homeland 
I lay down to sleep 
   In the background 
a saxophone wails
  and relaxes tired muscles 
Streetlights cut through the darkness
    The day has passed 
as days do 
   This city dweller 
wishes to head off to 
    dreamland 
Jazz in the background 
   lets his mind wander 
through sweet pathways 
     not created 
 by the hands of man 
   My heart beats with a rhythm 
stolen from the heart of the city 
Sax wails, drums beat 
pianist plays lovely riffs
     My dreams will be filled with joy 
 tonight 
for I know 
   there are plenty 
of 
others
in 
this 
city 
   who will join
me in the jazz fantasia  
   which awaits us

Categories: cut through, music, sleep, urban,
Form: Free verse

Ulan At Sinag Ng Araw: Pagmumuni Ng Isang Tulirong Isip

my head touches the pillow
as gentle rain lulls me 
and i just want to   s
                             i
                             n
                              k

into the sheets,
fold into myself,
….be forgotten,

immerse myself with the raindrops
and blend in—
    washed out,
washed away,
 
be a mere globule
in those floodwaters

and once it recedes,

let me be

--bleached
by 
sunlight

scrub     a w a y 
my darkness,

let that vast spectrum of light
assault it

let those rays
shine
No.
make that, glare--
into my outer and inner beings,
highlighting each of my flaws—


(--can’t you see?—
--tell me,
is it not amidst sunlight
that you see
all those dust particles
floating about?

air may seem invisible, 
  but it's not invincible

think. Again.

--those countless, innumerable
nano flaws)

let those rays
burn through me,
forcing melanocytes
to aggregate
into multiple nevi

--flaws manifested—

then after the Sun
has done its part,

allow pieces of me

to evaporate,
to condense,
to sublimate,,,,

I ramble,  on
    and on                 ...,and on
droning, groaning
like the hardened ground,
as, it’s, pierced, by, rain daggers, 

(but unlike it,
the petrichor 
that I release

fails
to 
invigorate me

--the reason
behind this

escapes me)

Drench,,,,, everything!!!!!!! 
!!!!! unleash,,,,, ravage !!!!!
     then 
  devastate!!!!!


simply: 

R e l. e a s e

               
all that chaos
within


then after all that,
revel in the silence

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and so 
I simply lie
down
on my pondering senti.mental stool-
the overthinker, the wandering fool



Cut through me, Rain, 
--be my salve

Burn deep inside me, Sunlight,
--then heal my tatteredness






--------rain and sunlight: lingering thoughts of a loopy, sighing, mind-----

Categories: cut through, angst, feelings, introspection, light,
Form: Free verse

Pierced Heart

Cutting, callous, cold
Cruelly, so cruelly you stand there laughing at me 
You tell me I’m useless
Your words cut through me like a blade

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my  fragile heart

Again and again you repeat those vitriolic words
Cutting my very being into a m i l   l i  o  n        p   i    e    c    e      s

My tears drip like vermilion blood
oozing from the gaping void that once occupied my chest


I stand before you
Stripped of my dignity
Helpless, bruised and battered
I cannot believe what was once love has turned to hate

Poet's notes

I had seldom written anything other than rhyme so this was a real deviation to venture into the dark side of my muse with a creative free verse. 

n/a in contest sponsored By Nina
26th February 2015

Categories: cut through, betrayal,
Form: Free verse

The Coming of Night

A slow red sun cut through the soft gray sky,
To warm my eyes with layered painted light.
Birds shadows glide on the wind's goodbye.
Their fragile wings carry them from the night.
Day's end changes coats as night creatures sing,
To bring harmonies to the ear's delight.
Night's dim stars appear like an uncoiled string.
The dark cloth of time envelops twilight,
To end the sunlight's quiet turning spool,
As I watch in awe of this changing scene,
I find my silent presence minuscule,
Only my whispered thanks will intervene.

This moonlit cathedral with rising face,
Has ended this day, it has been replaced.


written 12/4/14

Categories: cut through, nature,
Form: Sonnet

Urban Tale

Autos whizzing by 
   streetlights and apartment lights cut through the shadows
TV is off - I pick  up a pen 
Sit down - write another poem
  Tomorrow a poetry walk in New York city 
 Words sometimes leap off the page 
    Find their way into your inner being 
   City poets capture the essence of the asphalt homeland
with a well constructed line 
   There are dangers in this large metropolis 
  But there is also joy 
If you know here to look for it 
Drank an egg cream and ate an egg roll today 
At a Lower East Side festival 
   Saw a klezmer band, a Chinese orchestra 
and the Peking Opera 
   What a panoply of cultures here!
    The sparkling eyes of a child
catch mine for a moment 
  We both smile 
The years leave their mark on the city streets 
and on the inhabitants of this North American Mecca
    But this city has a large heart 
Sometimes it is difficult to realize that
But at times the soul of New York 
   reaches out and grabs you 
Explains, in urban tones, what it is all about

Categories: cut through, joy, urban,
Form: Free verse

Short Cut Horror

This particular mid winter night after a quiet drink at our local
started to venture home, frost in air only light from a half moon,
feeling brave after having a couple of beers, decided to take a 
Short cut through our cemetery, approaching the iron gates which
we're closed but never locked, on opening they gave out a loud
screeching noise which seemed to echo across the village, our church
Stood at the top of the hill left of the path, there was a musty smell 
in the air, I stood and pondered for a few minutes then started climbing
the slight incline, approximately ten yards in I suddenly heard what
seemed to be a tapping sound, tap tap tap, I looked around my heart
Started to race, everywhere was pitch black, my imagination was kicking
In, walking slowly again the tapping seemed to be getting louder and louder,
I was now at the top of the hill standing outside of the church entrance,
Was I imagining it? Was I really hearing this tapping sound? should I turn
back? I looked up at the moon that was now veiled by shadowy cloud, 
must carry on, so tentatively started walking again, tap tap tapping sound
even louder now, then shock horror, my heart stopped, I couldn't breath,
frozen to the spot my whole body disabled at what I saw, taking a few 
moments for my senses to resume and coming to the realisation of what 
I was seeing and coming to terms with this situation, I gasped and my
functions started to get back to normal at the realisation of seeing an
Old man with a hammer and chisel kneeling next to a grave stone, 
I stuttered you frightened me so much that I nearly had a heart attack,
he stopped tapping looked up at me, so sorry he said but they have spelt 
my name wrong.

Categories: cut through, anxiety, confusion, horror, identity,
Form: Prose

Morning Cues

A dapper morning awaits
         as I gaze out
        to an awakening
       steeped in conviviality
         so palpable in glow of
            leaves bathed anew
              radiant in glory
             Glistening crisp
              blades of grass
         razor edged sharp
           deftly cut through
            weeds of gloom
      Aromas soaked in mirth
         envelope landscape
               From my soul
             infused with joy
             escapes a sigh
             embraced avidly
           by bountiful breeze
the lines between us blur slowly
         as it subsumes me
        And I cease to be
          my spirit merged
              with universe...

Date July 10 2017
July Premier contest any form any theme sponsored by Brian Strand

Categories: cut through, beautiful,
Form: Verse

No Love Requited Left To Claim

Tonight, the rains gush down upon my life,
Like shards of glass they cut through every vein.
Your footsteps, plodding heavily with strife,
Regretful puddles echoing your pain.

To walk away can be the hardest thing,
When there’s no love requited left to claim.
Though better than to die amidst the cling
To hope, my heart, for yours, will feel the same.

The passion swells, though muted by the grief,
And all the growing distance seems so wrong.
Then suddenly I’m cast into belief,
For you, I’d held affection all along.

If there was but one thing I’d wish to say,
My absent tongue would call to you, “Please stay!”

23rd November 2019
Midnight Aurora

Categories: cut through, goodbye, heartbreak, lost love,
Form: Sonnet

Morning Ride

The lamp outside my lodgings cut through fog of dirty grey,
I donned my coat and hat ready to start another day.
The sound of hooves on cobbles meant my transport was at hand
I stepped onto the pavement as it pulled up at the stand.
Quick turn of the brass handle, creaky door swung open wide,
a short leap to the footplate and I clambered up inside.
The bench seat buttoned velour, colours fading, rather frayed,
long scratches on the rosewood round the Marquetry inlaid.
We bounced and swung on straps and springs and galloped through the streets,
Side window broken in one corner, letting out the heat.
Outside the Quad I paid my fare and stepped into the cold,
and thought 'how many other Derby cabs are quite that old?'

Inspired by an article in today's local paper regarding the age 
and appalling state of some of our local Taxi cabs.

Categories: cut through, car,
Form: Rhyme

Mascara Tears

I know how to make your makeup run
Make you bleed like light bleeds from the sun
Cause the mascara you wear to smear down your beloved face
Tell me, how do tears stained black taste

I know how to rip you scars internally
Force you to the brink of pain for all of eternity 
Have you scream until your voice reluctantly burns out
And eat at your soul as you annoyingly Pout

Girl, I know how to make you squirm
Make you wiggle miserably like a hook punctured worm 
You're the one who made this insanity be 
Who caused this madness to run wild inside of me...

I know how to raze your pitiful life
Read your lies and cut through them like a knife
Break your bones with painful words
Sticks and stones are just so absurd

Darling, I know how to make you cry
Make you beg to me not to let you die
Cause what goes around to come back around
Run your papier-mache heart into the ground

I know how to torture every spot in your nervous system
Take the atoms of your mind and soul and twist 'em
Stick your pretty little face under the barrel of a gun
I know how to make your makeup run

Categories: cut through, teen,
Form: Rhyme

Autumn Leaves

As summer has briskly bowed and left,
The air has become crisp and moist. 
Sky is clear, the wispy clouds straggling here and there!
The evening’s weak rays cut through trees, half bare
And a chilly wind playfully wings
Shaking the remaining autumn leaves
To fall awkwardly one by one with a soft hum,
Making a mosaic design on the ground

Under the trees, lies a massive pile,
Of cast off leaves the wind had felled.
Though laborious, it is fun raking them
Then jump over and toss them to the wind
See them fly about like embers from fire
How delightful watching them settle
Once more to the ground and listen 
To the rustle of dead leaves under the feet
My heart beats to its joyful rhythm
And I long  to float like them, weightless

Across the patch of empty ground,
Long shadows draw a series of grotesque graffiti
A lone bird atop a gnarled branch
Screeches its dismay over the change of the season
But my heart dances as I watch the leafless trees
Stretch their bare arms to the sky 
And the chill of autumn sprinkles goose bumps all over

Sept. 2022

~Placed FIRST~

Fall Flavors Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
Subject Chosen- Raking Leaves

Categories: cut through, autumn, fun, october,
Form: Free verse

Best Cut Through Poems

Violin Notes Fall From Heaven No More

The Golden Dusty Days

The Weaver

In Eternal Sleep I Will Find Thee, Julia

Background Music Before Sleep

Ulan At Sinag Ng Araw: Pagmumuni Ng Isang Tulirong Isip

Pierced Heart

The Coming of Night

Urban Tale

Short Cut Horror

Morning Cues

No Love Requited Left To Claim

Morning Ride

Mascara Tears

Autumn Leaves

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