Best Different Poems

I am broken
there is no one
to pick up the pieces
no one to melt the gold
to let it flow
and bind the pieces
to make me whole

KINTSUKUROI 

it is nothing but a lie
broken, I die
I pull the pieces of me
the shards cut
I bleed
my tears mix with the earth
I...

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Some people have a reassuring smile
Always at ready no matter the time
Regardless of untold things on their minds--
They're the street-lamps burning all night

Comfort rules when they come around
For grief and pain then remain at bay
And aches of the night retreat in awe--
They're the dawn that...

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 I'm a Catholic,You're a Muslim

I'm an Orthodox ,You're a Protestant

I'm a Hindhuist,You're a Buddhist

You're an Atheist,and I am a Mormon too.

You're an African,I'm American

You're an Asian,I'm a European

You're a Mexican, I'm an Indian

You're an Arab,I'm a Jew

But prior to all our distinct differences

I'm a...

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Friends and trouble go hand in hand.
Legends of the  neighborhood.
Like statues  and vacant buildings  still stand.

A crime in plain view no one ever saw.
Held hostage in fear.
The mouse sturggles to escape from 
cats claw.

Blood on the bricks  that stains my mind.
Time...

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We are so different

I am smart, you are less so
I am a man, you are a woman
I am trump, you are poor
I am beautiful, you live in a sewer
I have castles, you’re lucky to have drawers
I am peaceful, you are the extremist
I have armies, you...

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The sun rose in the west today – or, perhaps, I was standing on my head?
I went to a funeral for my very best friend, but the chap wasn’t even dead!

Said he wanted to be eulogized while drinking a pint of beer.
I think the things...

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I grew up in Middletown, where everything was pretty much average. 
     Every house, every car, every mom, dad and every kid were all
     just about the same.  Except for Paul Locke.  Paul was the...

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To once again hear the renditions of the
songbird’s morning trill as leaves upon the
trees tremble in triad tones within the
moorside tempest; and lyrical waves in unsung
meadows symbolically crash against limestone walls
and telephone wires in viola whines
an archaic symphony.

© Harry J Horsman 2022...

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She was beautiful within and without,
He was handsome, there was no doubt,
Engaged to be married, they were in love,
He knew she was pure like a dove,

A shocking news - she was found carrying,
A public shame - 'twas worrying,
What could he do? He would put her...

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“God like, not so different” 

She wrote, 
“where do you go to my lovely?”

my response, 
“I sink into the screen 
like a scream queen goddess,
I am Lilith most of the time
tap dancing away and 
singing off key unashamedly
loudly in life out of step, always
out of...

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Another Christmas day is finally here
The very thought fills me with such fear
I have to try and control my old Aunty Mable
Once she hits the gin she gets very unstable

Uncle Arthur rushes in and opens the sherry
then sups half the bottle and gets really merry
He...

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Looking through the window of a shop,
I see you with a woman.
She lifts long auburn hair
while you, who stand behind her,
are fastening a strand of pearls
around her slender neck.
I close my eyes envisioning. . .

I've opened them to you 
facing me,
and I'm the woman
with the...

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*Don't Be Afraid to be Different*

~Don't be afraid to be different!
Do be afraid to be the same as
everyone else~



I have never understood this insane passion!
But I see it everywhere.
People selling out their souls and
principles like cheap underwear.

Anything. Anything to be loved and accepted. 
Have you...

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If I weren't a poet, what would I be
An artist, a singer, or a designer?
Would I have been something next to a deity? 
Oh, I couldn't imagine anything finer!

If I weren't loved, how bitter would I be in the present time
A little, a lot, more...

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The other girls were Shallow Waters.
Catching Sunlight with ease,
and gleaming crystal clear.

She was as deep as the Ocean.
And the further you dive into her,
The Darker the waters get.


-December 7, 2017...

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