Best Down Town Poems
I am the environmentalist in love with wine,
my shoulders carry and reside in the cutting edge side of life,
the establishment craves to be the human race
while I stroll the memories of “Sailor fields”
amongst ancient Jurassic stone.
Is this! The only way for me?
My saline tears run freely now a days,
it’s time that governs one’s sentiment,
no doubt the plague of waiting relates to this.
What! Of the future,
hey , i want to forget about futuristic wars,
may be the media are in gross error of judgment?
I’m told I’m only a little man, at last now I know why I’m the
one that society chastises every day,
Why this mortal flame in constant combat becomes
life’s tomb stone around my neck.
To feel freedom, another swig so my lacklustre eyes again become stimulated
as the view overcomes my immobility and bids farewell, to the great lady
that glides portly on the outgoing tide.
Curse this elemental wind
that curls in from the east,
“Mother” i cry
“Is this the clarity of our beginning.” the start of all this crap,
as astringent thoughts flow through my urban bucolic mind,
seeing or feeling nothing of the moment, only a repeat of the actions of many insensitive men,
those that flourish, those that sentiment cannot stain those that walk tallest amongst men;
because they were hungry for appurtenance.
I remember well , in the far off lea of my mind,
down on the farm thousands of miles away across the Pacific,
where enamel clashed against concrete
there , where foolhardy dreams were dashed,.
when the heart pursued
the warm flesh , she that gave her
reflection to the swan song
of an innocence.
Alas should one be compelled to expire
as one would, a chardonnay basking in the hot sunshine?
Should one fall foul of a politically correct society
that , outside of one’s comfort zone,
because one feels , want , in choleric veins?
Even the sullen white cross, dotted upon the highways
become burning embers, a constant reminiscence,
an emotional monument to many inhibited memories.
Yet I beg this deportment shows me a realization,
that death is imminent,
so why this perpetual waiting, this constant urge,
for this vein dependency to be infringed upon ???
© Harry J Horsman 2012
The ups and downs
of an upside down town.
Evil smiles, silent frowns
every way you turn around.
Sickening suspicions,
psychic visions,
children having premonitions
on a mission.
Here to heal,
here to steal,
to show the world how to feel.
No more cutting deals.
Sent to the world
a baby girl,
but she will unfurl
to change the world...
One Halloween I dressed up as a clown
At dressing up I was renown
I went around town
With a very big frown
But the candy turned my frown upside down
Isolation accompanies him along with his gin
An urban nomadic as he finds shelter in sin
Tarnished from his second hand clothes to his unjustly judged soul
Yet satisfactions rest within his panhandling bowl
Stained teeth glimmer when hearts drop dollars and dimes into his trey
I spare him 5 dollars because I know that’s one method of taking the pain away
May he indulge ever so deep in his liquor and herb
May that curbside prophet find God’s reason on his curb
Her erotic mini skirt synchronizes with red stilettos heels
Young teenage males pass by with curious thoughts wishing for feels
She struts the streets looking for clients with a swagger of glory
Yet she has eyes of the wolf and they whisper tales of a different story
The story of a defeated charismatic with compressed ambition
Her eyes rumor that she submitted to life’s arduous expedition
Her glory defined swagger is all to mistaken
she a wolf that knows her purpose is to be awaken
Her mini skirt is meant to capture eyes
Her sexy stride has ambitions of taking the world by surprise
For this would be actresses only fears rest within her age
She an actor, hooker, and wolf trapped on life’s horror stage
May you find answer in your wine
May you become a star in time
No matter what you do just remember your lnot onely
Nor should you think their isn’t a pack and you’re the only
You should know I love you both and all things come soon
Just know that you’re not the only wolves that tearfully look to the moon
Upside Down Town
Not a ripple disturbs the
Surface of Sunset Lake.
In the bright sun
I squint across the pond,
And there I see my town
In the water mirror,
Upside down!
Houses standing on their roofs,
Their colors bleeding greens
And grays and yellows like
Paints on a silver-blue
Impressionistic canvas.
The gnarled branches
Of the oaks and maples,
Instead of reaching skyward,
Stretch their leafy fingers
Toward the bottom of the lake,
As if fishing for their lunch!
Upside down cars whiz by
Above the houses,
Wheels spinning in the air.
A patch of feathery yellow reeds
Grows down, not up, and
Sweeps the sandy depths.
Do you suppose that people
In those topsy-turvy houses
Are standing on their heads?
Or walking on the ceilings
Just as Mary Poppins did?
Maybe they just float,
Like astronauts in space,
And drink their soda
Through a straw and eat
From drifting plates!
It’s disorienting, yes,
To say the very least!
I really think I like
My town much better
Right side up!
The guns are going off in Downtown Kingston
Police and bad man are at war
World War three just got started in the streets of Kingston
We need to clean up the problem... without Dudus downtown is in a predicament
The sound of guns going off is a constant noise in our ears
We are in a war zone
We are in a war we didn't start
How do we bring back peace ...it's started with political parties fighting for votes, tribalism
Now its ending with innocent lives in a graveyard
Lifeless bodies
Blood all over
No one will tell the truth
We need the army not the police, they can't help us
It's a war zone in downtown Kingston...150 dead more bodies still counting
How many more will of to die for the peace to come ...We are living in a war zone
come lets get out
around and about
lets go
take in a show
and listen to some sound
BABY LETS GO
DOWNTOWN