Best Day In Poems

Out of the dark, a lambent, lovely day has dawned
In silvery brilliance the early morning is drowned
In the sapphire sky, the sun has appeared on his diurnal shift 
Over the firmament the vagrant clouds aimlessly drift
	
Pigeons nestle with their fledglings in the eaves 
Bright sunshine...

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We met in Valletta city on a fine November day
Introductions...hugs and kisses; we got talking straight away.
All agreed to go sight-seeing – architecture , harbour view
Made a stop to buy an ice-cream where there is a constant queue .
We strolled on and at Cordina’s chose...

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If you could relive one day of your life..
time lost, now retrieved for just a short while.
To thrust old scheming machinations knife,
or return healing to a lover's smile.

Such a fretted frittering those lost days,
though ones you and I will remember most.
Passions reared high in servile...

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alarm goes off*
I sit straight up startled and scared
Just my alarm, I hit the button
Get up and go to the bathroom
I brush my teeth with my toothbrush
Scratchy, painful bristles
Toothpaste that makes me sick
With the strong mint flavor
Back to my room going thru clothes
Too scratchy, too...

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The sun remains hidden behind a blanket of gray on this snowy winter afternoon. It doesn't matter. Gone for now are the playful sailors who dart about Salt Fork lake in better weather. The blackbirds caw from atop the old oaks that inhabit this place,...

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Allured ripples of sparkling lips
Through meadows fanned by fragrant breeze
Her face I’ve touched with fingertips
Along floral banks which appease.
While waters brisk with melody
Aid one's journey to buoyant sea
The choral breach of hymnody
Welcome the waves of sonic glee.

 © Harry J Horsman 2022...

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Not sure what I do but I sure am exhausted at the end of the day,
so I decided to think about it and made this list . . .

I sleep (not enough, probably)

I eat to much, sometimes

Write poetry that soothe my soul (every day)

Print...

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In the park, I’d been all day
Reading all my time away
On a park bench did I sit
Until the sky became twilit

As light for reading began to wane
I heard the tapping of a cane.
And looking up, to find that sound
‘T was an old man which my...

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“WHAT IS A SAD DAY IN AMERICA?”

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day worrying about being 
black, educated and female.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day and there is a new battle.

It is...

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~~~ A Day In The Life ~~~


Up at dawn and off to work.
Garden center today , that was a perk.
Watched two hummingbirds in mating dance.
Almost embarrassing but I snuck a glance.
With an hour to go I'd had too much sun
so back inside until the shift...

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If only one day you can feel what you put me through
Wishing one day you can walk in my two shoes

You will feel a pain like you never knew
Feeling cut by a million knives, not only a few
You will cry so many tears, you never...

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Sleep.. indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
Sol’s flare is stars' disguise dawn till dusk’s reprise,
peach awe-inspired skies effuse juice sunrise,
east, grapefruit pink lies - lemon slice rhapsodize.
Pastel wash replies to Zephyrus sighs,
morning glory highs yield to afternoon’s surprise..

wings golden butterfly's, squires sun clockwise,
ruddy west implies cocktail...

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This form repeats too much, I say.
It’s hard to write a villanelle—
I’ll try again some other day.

My rhyme begins without delay;
It’s going fine, then—what the hell?
This form repeats too much, I say.

Doggone it! This is not okay!
I’m under some nefarious spell.
I’ll try again some other...

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Demesne
at Pergamon
stirred an epiphany.
The Aqueducts, Acropolis,
propinquity, Temple Dionysus,
Trajan Temple- all so magnificent.
Persian, Greek, and Roman wonders;
some standing, most lying...
erstwhile kingdoms,
all gone.

I viewed
and imagined
robust efflorescence
that once filled this bucolic place.
Dalliance here, much too ephemeral.
Damp ruins- yellow soil stirred petrichor.
Wild grass, broken art; redolent
grave serendipity...
wars...harbinger...
of loss.

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Love our enemies as ourselves
Let he who is without sin throw the first stone
Turn the other cheek
He who does wrong to the least of us
Does wrong to me
				Crucified c. 33

With malice toward none and charity toward all
If slavery is not wrong, then nothing is wrong
Let...

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