Best Enamel Poems
~Perfect Rain~
I can see!
All the tribulations around
A rage against the burning wind
Nobody hears the crackling sounds in my voice
Everybody avoids feeling the smoke hidden within
A rain so deep it burns all the enamel off my skin
A rain that cut my soul in half
Two-piece that will not entwine or merge down a dragon path
I feel this eternity has no ending blaze
Trigger happy rain, extinguishing a bonfire around my rose.
I will sleep under the artillery stars tonight
With the perfection of my fiery crystal lava teardrops
Washing the ashes of my face,
Suppressing the overwhelming fear
Knowing no one will ever, "BLAME IT ON THE RAIN!"
As long as the torch keeps loading another artillery round.
~*~
PD
4/12/12
Trashed #3, sponsor, Broken Wings
Date Trashed November 2nd, 2015
Categories:
enamel, art, deep, earth, fire,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Riding off into the Ivory Palace sunset,
in a pitch-black limousine, no less
Hear the heavy metallic chariot roar,
leaving exacerbated fumes echo deplored
Aural palette, enamel pestilent pain
on burnt crimson background grain
Scorching prairie brush fire
was the cruel comfort desire
It’s aghast portrait in pandemic grief,
pyramid scheme exit of paucity relief
The curtain call, pulmonary rating king
is a modern-day Nero
His favorite numbers (violin strumming)
are the printed zeroes
Fashioning a Fourth Reich,
naked emperor be blew Lenin unsound
Ballot dropping the psych,
bosom burning the divided house down
With a teary grift posturing diddle,
Amerikan Nero is playing the fiddle
Rearview rolling one last Rublecon riddle,
carny Fahrenheit was the plucking piddle
Crumbling democracy
was brimstone seen through the smoke
Ash trail of hypocrisy
left an urn nation crematorium stoked
12-29-20
Categories:
enamel, allegory, future, history, visionary,
Form:
Couplet
The fear
In here ..
The chair
"Don't care "..
Sore gum
Lip numb..
" MUST DRILL
THEN FILL " ..
" Less speed
I'll bleed " ..
Preserve
Your nerve ..
"I've bled"
Jaw dead ..
" RINSE PLEASE"
Weak knees ..
The bill
Plus pill ..
Can't eat
No teeth ..
Unchewed
Soft food ..
Can't talk
Slow walk
Perchance
Soiled pants ?..
Mistake
Toothache !!.....
footle-note ..
The author would like to confirm that no deaths occured , during the creation of this piece. All
suffering was kept to a minimum,as the surgery was sound-proofed .Pain and suffering ,
caused to waiting patients , was due to being forced to read 3yr old mags. Seemingly the
news was less dire back then.All enamel&blood stained swabs were dumped in the
appropriate utensils,as per Geneva Convention(section ix, site xxxiv).The cleansing of soiled
underwear took place ,under supervision, with enviroment friendly detrgents & all offending
materials disposed of , in accordance with the KyotoAgreement(section mlx11).
Must dash !! , as I have to visit that other sadist, the vet ,with our cat.He is due for the snips!
( the cat , not the vet ).. Here Tom..Pshhhwshhh ..
Categories:
enamel, satire
Form:
Light Verse
Written: January 23, 2024
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Their melodious humming drifts
through the fragrant night air
carrying a sense of tranquility
In this enchanting universe
where dreams come true
A delicate whisper
of silver breeze captivated softly.
Trees are lavishly graced
with azure iridescence
visualize an idyllic scene
that is truly magical
in this hypnotic realm
trees sway softly
as lilts chortle jubilantly
dryads are ecstatic
lullabies spark with
flamboyant emerald
fostering faith
in forfeited souls
lack within intricate
maze of their dwelling
scarlet nests tucked
high on twigs
An oasis of passion
where silence draws.
Lullabies load breeze
with a warm glow of opals
orienting dropped souls
In a mystery of
their abode once again
trees adorned with snugly
hidden crimson nests
a setting of love
where harmony sway
arbors wrapped
with stunning splendor
a vibrant tapestry
of dazzling majesty
their heaving hues herald
heaven with hypnotic hood
In this magical mannerism
musings mantling
In an ephemeral haven
of natural magnificence
dryads whirl and
trees sway peacefully
The winter-worn sky reveals a
faded, shimmering bronze and
gold shade, reminiscent of a
withered vermeil and naiad
fluorescent opals, paired
with scarlet demantoids in
smooth charmeuse enamel
mesmerizing maelstroms
of crystalline bonfire
flamingo flowers fit
with a fiery symphony
akin to the reverberations
of a silken folk melody
on the horizon
they shrink to hypnotic ink
scribbles on violet skyline.
Categories:
enamel, analogy, appreciation, beauty, creation,
Form:
Free verse
They hang like a beaded curtain
in a fortune teller’s parlor,
each buoy a bauble
from the sea’s own trove—
sun-faded,
barnacle-bitten,
unstrung from nets
that once strained tides for omens.
Now they sway in the wind,
rattling secrets and guarding
the doorway to elsewhere.
Who dwells behind the curtain—
a castaway witch, perhaps,
who brews fog in mason jars
and weaves seaweed into capes?
A fisherman’s widow still waiting
for him to return from
his final fateful voyage?
Or maybe no one at all,
just wind and longing
and salt-stung light
curling around a chipped enamel cup.
Or maybe an infinitely
unfolding maze that traps
who enters in eternal twilight
where each corridor breathes
with the hush of retreating tides,
walls papered in kelp and longing,
ancient air that smells of old shipwrecks
and unanswered questions.
Some say you can hear a voice
calling your name—not as it is,
but as it was
before you forgot
what you came looking for.
And yet the house remains,
perched above the tide line,
porch sagging like an old shoulder,
paint peeled by salt and time.
Through warped windowpanes
the ebbing light still flickers—
not warm, exactly,
but not unwelcoming.
Seagulls gliding in a gyre.
A foghorn’s distant intonation.
And always, the buoys tapping,
as if to say:
You’re closer than you think.
Categories:
enamel, house, imagery, mystery, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
Porcelain doll hangs on shadows and wings
Of twilight’s frame. Guarding an autumn child,
The toy lightens ink of stenciled dusk
As her enamel fingers gleam like candles...
Yellow the stars where she comes from
robed in fine lace . Through heaven’s print
An angel in disguise bestows love, as
Porcelain doll hangs on shadows and wings
Contest 236 Max 16 Lines
Categories:
enamel, child, devotion, image,
Form:
Verse
Call it alliteration or pun,
It is more than that ;
I write about my beloved sparrow that nests
on mountains and tree tops
just like the eagles of the north ;
Oh,sparrow! ,your arrow penetrates my narrow heart
deeply to make it shallow,
sending sparks through my body .
Call it alliteration or rhyme it is more than that ,
Sensation and blood compete for a race
through my veins and arteries ,
When I set eyes on you,
Air gushes into my lungs like a flowing stream,
As you open your mouth to speak ;
Your white enamel teeth shine more than the morning sun;
The synchronized movement of your body
sends signals to the synapse of my spine,
Which reverberates emotions to the hypothalamus of my brain,
How can I cope with this ?
My sorrow fades ,my pains vanish
When I got touched by you ;
Oh ,sparrow! Oh, dear!! How dare you
Incapacitate or incarcerate my thought ?
Thought of not falling in love with any damsel ;
not being fooled again ;
The padlock of three years unlocked in seconds ,
Which makes me sing songs of songs to Utopian lady ,
You faith strengthened me and your courage boost my ego;
I will continue to nod to your
Lyrics and dance to your music .
Call it alliteration or pun ,
You are not far from wonder land ,
Sweet sparrow sent to shake-off and shame sorrow ,
My unfailing love ,I unfold and unleash unto you….
1-17-2017
*A valentine poem dedicated to all lovers….
Categories:
enamel, emotions, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
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
Categories:
enamel, angst, drug,
Form:
Free verse
These are just for fun...I am trying my hand at them!
DROMEDARY'S NAIL POLISH
camel enamel
SMALL UNSENTIMENTAL HORSE
stony pony
WILD DOG LANGUAGE
dingo lingo
INEBRIATED POLECAT
drunk skunk
HOG'S MUSIC PLAY DATE
pig gig
SPICY WILDCAT
peppered leopard
FELINE HEAD WEAR
cat hat
OUTSTANDING MARSUPIAL
awesome possum
Categories:
enamel, animal, funny,
Form:
Footle
I am patently smitten
With utmost contempt ,they treat any mention of its reality
The realm of the illusory is its permanent abode
Its at best transient , an ephemeral indulgence ,
A violet on a morbid pathway
The ill-fated roadside plant whose demise is lurking in the shadows.
A facade ,an imaginary concept birthed out of delusion and denial
Disapproval and detest permiate the dense air
whenever the subject comes up
The thickness ,stifling the atmosphere of any remaining residues of hope
Intense apprehension carved from a litany of painful experiences
But what's the essence of life if not the defiance of history? -
The obliteration of barriers thought impervious?,
The ******** of walls long believed
to be figments of overambitious imaginations ?,
The charting of venturesome trails in the perilous jungle?
Don't you just love it when you see tables turn ?
Isn't it a sight to cherish when the applecart gets upset?
I am utterly smitten ,
by that penetrating ,self assured gaze -Impeccable as ever
Cascading through my being like African okra in an enamel plate
Fluid and engrossing
The ravishing smile , aggressively addictive ,
which almost always succeeds in changing the climate in my spine
The lips which drip unfettered mellifluousness,
A song without want of both depth and sweetness
Something that only such a golden soul can exude
The archetype of perfection ..
Like a gazelle in the Savanna plains ,
grace and elegance attends her gait always
This is where even the most intransigent hearts ,
are rendered malleable and ductile
And utter patency becomes the heart's portion
Categories:
enamel, love,
Form:
Free verse
Written: February 27, 2024
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Dwindling diamond daub, an amber
glittering glow
diaphanous verism of glass
and yet…
wreathed in wisteria-washed linden
a glimpse of
moon-pearled butterflies
fluttering beyond
seventh sky
fine shone ivory organza
faintly floats
in flowy grey garment
because...
the mirror failed
to release her
Watch the whispering wind
of crestfallen Luna
serenade sonatas to
the saffron sun,
elegance bewilders as a spell
whilst imbued in
Tuscan fuchsia flowers
plated in opalescent enamel
healing in her
sanguine sanctuary
& silvery smooth skin
she is the spirit of Aphrodite
soaked in ivory color
her tears metamorphosing
of...
ogdoads
daffodils.
Venus waltzing with Earth
zeal of unbreakable bond,
floral fragrance felicity
an ageless love tale
sweet lullaby tweets
billets-doux
texts spanning the world
bien sûr we love
extravagance in empathy
exulansis excluded eternally
hunting for heavenly harmony
swirl in seraphic space
as Dahlia sighs reach
esoteric eyes of lotus Luna
breathing silence
virtuoso ululation
for...
a friendship circle.
Categories:
enamel, beauty, flower, love,
Form:
Free verse
O foolish Amerikan klan,
who hath Klux bewitched thee with pale poof?
Kluless to the celestial truth,
Love immutable is infinity grand
Children of the Aryan band,
what doth the dark star say unsooth?
Thy divided house is quaking from the foundation to the roof,
as incantations of hatred are caste by thine hand
Stir madly the black cauldron with thy ladle iron brand ...
knowest not, thou Jim Crow vows are dove uncouth?
Universal love is the relativity proof,
yet thine mathematical impurity will cancel thy hexed land
Inverted cloud 9 chanting brings triple digit reign; slow death quicksand,
cursed cause invoked by thou warlock heirs of John Wilkes Booth
Mix the enamel pox potion from thy bittersweet Cain rotten tooth,
let angry spirits from boiling brew be vomit spilt upon thy Endora strands
Thus, the mirror of time will show the cold reflection of thy fool’s errand;
ought not all ayes idol-ly stand by, and watch thy seance plight aloof?
Categories:
enamel, allegory, hate, imagery, truth,
Form:
Couplet
I Know You
A friend read a book.
Something that I had written.
When?
Hard to say…
About?
Really did not matter.
The key…
“I know all about you now.”
She chimed with all serious intent.
As if she had won a prize or a contest?
I stood very still, while inside;
the poet laughed lightly, (if somewhat hysterically)
the dancer, moved with two left feet,
the writer used the backspace,
for a whole paragraph…
the painter spilled a gallon of enamel,
the color rainbow and sparkle hue.
The sword master pulled a dagger,
too small to craft into a pen…
A princess in the park,
a clown, a hero and even a villain
felt ever so slightly unmasked.
Then just as suddenly overcome,
All of the above rolled as one on the floor.
One mirror, one page, one image or three?
You only know a very small part…
of me.
Categories:
enamel, abortion, adventure, allusion, america,
Form:
Free verse
The word on faerie lips, I’ve heard -
A gleaming, white, pristine, grade A...
Baby tooth. And rarely used.
A solid, shining, well-endowed,
enamel-laden tooth. I’m wowed!
And....
It’s in the next town!
Flyable!
I gather my reliable
Companion faeries...
and
we’re
off.
Now, they’ll be the distractions
from this night-time interaction.
One can change into a rat, and one a bat.
And, readers, THAT
Is how you keep
prying
parents
BUSY.
I’ll be the procurer
of the tooth. Magnifico!
Window’s just open. In we go,
My troops and I,
A squeeze.... a wiggle...
We’re there.
We giggle.
The holder of the tooth
Is fast asleep.
So in we creep,
And there she is - blonde, dainty pinkish lips.
And I'll admit
she’s pretty cute.
Though drools a bit.
And now... the moment...
I lift the pillow....
And that’s it! I have no doubt!
And look, some gore is hanging out!
I don’t mind telling you, I quite like that bit.
Anyway, I scrape off the food....
Oh, mercy me....
Spinach for tea.
But...
It’s gorgeous.
Flawless.
A tooth without a mark, a nick
Or dent. Enamel slick
and gleaming new
as the first day
It came through!
My troops and I - we dance in glee
around the bed - unstoppably!
And our giggles wake...
no one.
A
Perfect
Score!
We fly out, we’re elated
They’ll rejoice
We will be feted
And paraded all through Faerie Town!
They’ll pull the other posters down
And photograph our faerie faces
All the faerie places
Will be graced
With our fair countenances!
We’ll launch such legends and romances!
What’s more!
What’s more!
The Grand Dame of the council... she’ll be BOUNCING
With excitement and announcing
Our awards and trophies shining
We’ll be signing
Faerie books and faerie hands
Our names will sing through all the land!
Oh, a treasure was scored today!
We’re laughing, laughing all the way
Home. Careful!
Don’t drop our
Treasure, for with that,
all our high dreams would....
Oh.
Categories:
enamel, cute, fairy, woman,
Form:
Free verse
The rational subject
Dances in duality
Stripped of earnings, personhood urging
Marked by contract, on paper
Life transforms into property
Belligerent because of tooth enamel-
That unexpected biological decay
Proves that mind stands still
We've built up a hoary artifice
Exclaiming our particular version of truth
Covering the ground with gridwork and lines
Mining jewels to keep the helium high
While filling quotas to make the ceiling rise
I hear the great man/ nature divide
Residing in our pattern of life
Speaking out a vast anguish
Birthing pains of a new era
We will make it through the womb
Our power lies in our pleasure
As mankind always traverses
An uneven terrain
Categories:
enamel, life, people, time,
Form:
Free verse