Best Dismissing Poems
In November I write of winter
for I am weary of the old year and tired bones
I visualize all hardships blanketed with fresh snowfall
geese in a "V" as they flee on trade winds to the south
season's celebrations, toasting in the new year
senior couples delighting in a luminous sunset
knowing it might be their last together
In February I write of spring
for I am weary of the bone-chilling cold
I envision the circle of life resurrecting dormant earth and tired souls
zephyr winds teasing nascent flower petals and young hummingbirds
mayday flower crowns adorning laughing children
young lovers sharing kisses, dreaming dreams of
infinite possibilities
In May I write of summer
for I am weary of the bone-soaking rain
I forecast cloudless skies and longer days
Santa Ana winds dismissing every chill
a lark's lilting lullaby lulling loons on the lake
vacationing families basking in the warm outdoors
brides and grooms viewing limitless horizons
In August I write of autumn
for I am weary of the bone-dry heat
I anticipate bewitching fall winds tantalizing neon maple leaves
turkeys gobbling, ducks wobbling, thrushes warbling
harvest home throbbing with the aroma of fresh pie
middle age couples cuddling by the fireplace
giving thanks for all that lies behind and ahead
Lord, help me to view the past with grace,
the future with hope,
the present with contentment,
and to write of November
in November.
written 25 October 2021
From Edinburgh’s Waverley to Kings Cross
At journey's rest before terminating chaos,
Winding through the serene countryside
Spying a glimpse of the North Sea tide,
Rolling along in my soul a rhythmic song
Dismissing the world and all that’s wrong,
At our head the streamline ‘Silver Link’
Amazing speed pressure gauge to the brink,
There I was with pad and my faithful pen
A number one hit it was way back then.
‘Mighty engine wayward theme
Piston rods ejecting steam
Vibrant alive this the motion
From city town to the ocean
Feeling now the huff and puff
Screaming whistle growls and guff
Enduring rhyme upon the track
Rhythm of the clickity clack.’
Flying Scotsman express service between
London and Edinburgh and vice versa,,
Silver Link one of the 32 A4 Pacific locomotives
that pulled the express the 396 miles non stop
at speeds of 110 to 120 mph and this the 1930's
© Harry J Horsman 2015
In twilight, old songs you're softly humming.
Languorous smiles silken your lovely face,
beguiling my presence still, becoming
in all your ways, a gift of heaven's grace.
Deep your eyes, beheld above the stillness
of mystic mien, dismissing every voice.
Caresses known in sadness and in illness,
a bounty cherished, if you make the choice.
Alluringly, you draw the bedroom curtain
and move in softest song of violins.
Of languid looks and outcome certain,
as old as Eve, the ancient dance begins.
Sway, your heated honey scent of passion
and poise, anticipating kiss conceived,
shall return my longing, in your fashion
and make my life ten times a joy perceived.
My love grows great to see your form advance
and weave with siren song the ancient dance.
Intravenous therapy,
She's watching over me.
Grasping my hand,
She whispers, "please dear, count to ten."
Six... piercing paralysis,
Her hand cold as the air.
She lets go, leaving me there.
Alone, squirming, for just one prayer.
Yelling, and screaming.
Kicking, twisting, and questioning.
Nothing happens, its all in my head.
Frozen, welded to my metal death bed.
Minutes and hours tick away,
Slow, painful psychological decay.
I try to think of hating her,
But those thoughts just blur,
her pretty face.
Then I realize why I'm actually here.
Amidst the psychotic silence,
she walks in, and smiles.
She says, "Darling, this won't take a while."
Okay I say, dismissing the horror of the situation.
Her angelic voice, sedating all sensations.
I see the scalpels, forceps,
retractors, and clamps.
Completely trusting, blinded by the hanging lamp.
It won't hurt, so doctor please just cut.
Bloody plasmic mess,
Pressure to suppress,
Wide open arteries, surgical misery.
No anesthetics. Painless, no distress.
She carves a circle in my chest.
I don't contest, just attest.
Let her carve into me, at my own request.
Just promise, no cardiac arrest.
She pulls out my heart.
Leaving my entire chest hollow.
No more emotions,
the hardest pill to swallow.
But it is why I'm here.
No reason to fear.
Doctor, all I ask is you don't hurt it anymore.
You do what you want with it, it's completely yours.
Now I'm heartless, and only function with my brain.
Emotionless logic was the only way to sustain.
My future seems brighter,
All my loves spent, cut from the source.
I feel so much lighter, of course.
It was the heart.
Thank you doctor, for pulling me apart,
making me feel so alive.
The love, the emotions, the surgery,
my new will to survive.
Thats when she said,
"Darling, it's all in your head. You've been dead since we first met."
One man’s capacity to enlighten
Has always made an impression on me
His words absorbed, perception is heightened
Yet he has no academic degree
While driving his truck, he contemplated
Truths that most of us spend lifetimes seeking
With all walks of life he integrated
Listened closely as others were speaking
He was receptive to words from the heart
Dismissing the carnal mind’s illusions
A modern prophet, wisdom to impart
He helps us to find precepts’ conclusions
If doubt existed, there’s now evidence
One man’s life can carry great influence
If you smile at a child, they'll smile back no matter what you look like
Children don't care about your race, gender or your size
They don't have the mindset to hate, judge or fight
It would be so much better if we all could look through a child's eyes
Every child is born without any hate in their heart
They don't care about your skin colour and will laugh if you play games with them
They're a lot smarter than adults who let ignorant reasons to keep them apart
Instead of dismissing kids, we should try and be the same as them
Kids don't judge based on race, beauty or looks
They'll be grateful if you give them attention or read them a book
They don't follow trends, or join hate groups
Most children have better morales than adults And that's the truth
A kid will grab your hand and show love
No matter what skin colour you have
Sometimes I think children are more mature than grown ups
We don't give kids enough credit and I think that's sad
A child won't ignore you for being different
They'll embrace you if you sit with them
They'll laugh and joke with all of their parents friends
They don't judge a soul & that's the best message a person can send
If you smile at a child, they'll smile back no matter what you look like
Children don't care about your race, gender or your size
They don't have the mindset to hate, judge or fight
It would be so much better if we all could look through a child's eyes
Devotion Poem - Our Dance (For Jim)
You are the first and last poems
God wrote for me.
You are the sparkler
I found flaming sun yellow between
The sprigs of early green grass,
Before the shoveled piles of February
Snow had melted away
Their last signs of winter.
You came unexpectedly,
Beyond probability, carting too
Much physics homework for your
Left-brained studies, and
Declaring, “I don’t dance for anyone.”
Emphatic. Like an evergreen.
But I had seen trees dance, just as I thought
I might go on dancing if I knew you.
Then you fell silent, telling your life to me
With your smile, while your eyes glanced
Through space dismissing time, sparkling
A reach to my heart for a continuous dance…I
Have never stopped my wonder, or my own
Silent joy surpassing the physics of falling
Through dimensions into your heart.
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/2/22
Thanks be to God
We judge others with ease, so very harshly!
But what about ourselves?
Not one of us is pure nor sinlesss,
Unless you are dead, of course.
Moralists have great fun, they do judge all!
Yet....Christ loved sinners and saints.
So why judge another, it’s not your place!
What sins are hidden behind your smiling face?
Humanity is not perfect, why pretend it to be?
With hate against your fellow man~ tis what
Satan loves to see.
Ring loud the church bells~do remind others to love.
Stop verbal and written attacks~they live in red hot,
Satan’s heart and gloves.
Christ said, “love one another, as I have l loved you.”
This takes patience and getting off your high horse, too.
It’s acceptable to correct your brother in the human race.
But look in the mirror first~ before so casually labeling
and dismissing another, as a total disgrace!
6-22-2022
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No more new year resolutions,
no more lie on government restitution,
no republic can survive its dilution
no more pandemic blues,
no more wild-eyed cons[iracy cues
no more revenue that's due,
just a prayer for every ordinary me and you;
give me liberty, opinion and my own discretion
a say in the congressional gridlocked sessions
and give me my freedom of choice,
keep your Beemer, Lincoln, Lexus and Rolls Royce,
help me vote, let me speak my voice;
let me give my fair share
how much do you care
about health, hunger, poverty and medicare,
brother do you have a dime to spare,
is anyone with common sense there?
Where are the children too long missing
who's corporate behinds are you now kissing
what's with all the anger and the hissing,
end these shootings, hate fires the looting dissings
help the homeless and the poor, stop the dismissing
are your senate raging rants just visual political pissing?
Schumer, Pelosi, Manchin, McConnel and McCarthy
what is the point of your political party,
you play your little games of cat and mouse
while nothing is done in Senate or in House?
Get to work, do your jobs
stop the lobby dance and cut the hobnobs,
too long perhaps you hold power
all governments are now, equally soured
while the general population is deflowered.
Why am I missing you in Wyomissing
In Wyomissing where WiFi waves warp Whitman's words
I'm wiki-wishing scrolling through digitized déjà vu
Mississippi .mp3s Mississauga .gifs Missy Elliott remixes
Mishmash of missed misplaced hyperlinks missing persons
Y-chromosomes yearning in Wyomissing DNA double-helix twisting
Your LOLs a lyric lipslock softly #hissing history rewriting
From Issigeac to Missouri's twisted Twitter feed Insta-stories fleeting
Absence makes the heart grow fonder indeed™ (patent pending).
Persisting thoughts insistent as pop-up ads spam in the place where I lived
Roaming data plans streaming memes gone mad mad libs mad love
Enlisting Siri Alexa cosmic GPS Googling "how to forget ex"
To where your heart might choose to compress decompress or stay perplexed
In Wyomissing I sigh and I sit bit by bit byte by byte
Sky vast as the cloud no storage limit limit does not exist
Committing to journey's jumbled algorithm rhythmic logarithm
To find you love my heart's lost rhythm arrhythmia of the soul
Dismissing doubts like spam keep on insisting
Our love's a flame forever resisting
Extinguishing persisting through trials by fire(wall)
Never desisting crossing all area codes morse codes zip codes
Twisting paths and listless constellations celestial navigation
I'll travel far ignoring Terms & Conditions contractual obligations
Transmitting love my heart's submitting committing omitting
To find you no more words omitting remitting or permitting
So here I am in Wyomissing's embrace interface about-face
Memories of kisses a lingering trace copy-paste ctrl+z can't erase
From Mississippi to Issigeac's charm disarm false alarm
I'll roam the world semantics disarm semantic fields semantic yields
But as I search for truth's revelation information overload
A twist so dark beyond explanation quantum entanglement implodes
In my quest I find a terse text next perplexed hex
From you my love "New phone who dis" Dismissed missed kissed-off list.
In Wyomissing where dreams unravel travel advisory
I learned the truth your heart's new travel Marvel universe multiverse
My heart now shattered can't keep dismissing missing hissing
Y R U ghosting me in Wyomissing Existing in digital abyss sing
Y am I missing U in Wyomissing?
When someone less fortunate begs from you,
there is more to them than the eye can see.
And maybe you should listen, think it through;
before instantly dismissing their plea.
Think how you'd feel if the beggar were you,
dig deep down, and search your heart for pity.
And consider the fear they're exposed to,
panhandling, on the streets of the city.
By recognizing the process of fear,
you become aware of the weight of it.
And lessen it with a smile or a tear
if they're true expressions, not counterfeit.
Charity is a selfless endeavor,
for you get much more than you ever give.
And you don't have to be rich or clever,
it's a matter of how you choose to live.
Try to imagine walking in their shoes;
and take yourself out of your comfort zone.
Your answer can spark a smile or a fuse,
for it's more than just your words; it's your tone.
Now, imagine how grateful you would feel
if a stranger took the time to help you.
You would thank God; His Angels are real,
yet Angels amongst us are rare and few.
Calculating my thoughts
down to a minute on
the clock
wondering just how long
before my heart is on
the chopping block
seeing your face, your lips,
the way your nipples look
in your tank top
Reminiscing
Kissing
Dismissing
Re-existing memories of you
Fantasies I cling to
Caramel skin
A mortal sin
Loving you the way I do
A craving I give into
Just thinking about the last time
My partner in crime
Your body on mine
Just in time
Licking, sucking, tasting
Definitely not wasting
Any drop of you
Savoring the flavor
Rolling my tongue in it
Like a life savor
Gripping your thighs
Eating while I look you in the eyes
Improvise
Noble prize
Is what I’m giving you
For those things you do
Praised, amazed, dazed
But still your unfazed
Grinding into me so deep
Breast against breast
My deepest yearnings confessed
Stroking me the way I like it
Every bit
Our minds closely knit
I submit every time you bring it
One hundred percent impressed
Every time my body is blessed
Then you do that special thing you do and
Lay my body to rest
The time has always been near as the Lord has said
Now just being more clear as all things move ahead
Man has distanced himself in so leaving God alone
More worried about personal wealth than God’s Glory shown
A trap ready to be sprung for all those who are wandering by
Of praises being left unsung by an inept ability to even try
A roadway filled with snares hidden from the naked eye
So worried of earthly cares thus dismissing what could belie
Once the time has passed there will be no turning back
For what one has not amassed is for what one will lack
The fork no longer in the road, it is simply a straight run
But what is now owed in not so recognizing God’s only Son
The sun will continue to set and the moon will still rise
But in what you have let you will now come to realize
Being far from the Word is simply fellowship with the enemy
It hasn’t occurred because the enemy doesn’t want you to see
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She rides across the rainbow
On a winged and painted horse
Just and kind with peace of mind
And only love to steer her course
A bright Angel here on Earth
But she carries shield and sword
Calmly weighed and unafraid
Of the fate she's heading toward
Riding to the gates of Hell
To catch evil by surprise
She'll battle there without a care
Dismissing her own demise
Staring long into the abyss
Knowing well what she will find
But still she'll fight with all her might
For the sake of all mankind
She pretends to be no Goddess
Only a Queen without a crown
Draws her sword on the demon hoard
And one by one she puts them down
Lightning flashes from her eyes
Her heart beats loud as thunder
A look of grace upon her face
As we all watch in wonder
Anyone can write a poem
And think that it’s fantastic
Though often others may be slightly
Less enthusiastic.
For inner critics sometimes fail
To note that something’s missing
And few admit their efforts
Might, in fact, be worth dismissing.
And so the world is filled with poems,
Most internet-inspired,
Where talent is an asset
Neither looked-for nor required.
Of course, since I am one who writes,
You may think I’ve concluded
That I’m just like all the others
But then you would be deluded!