Best Feverous Poems

Absolute Truth

What’s in a word that fades away in time?
Seldom heard like a masqueraded mime
What’s in a name that hides in the shadows?
Of feverous fame where poets compose

May we speak of love this echoing eternal bliss?
Be it weak in silence and deepen with a kiss
For...

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Before you I am your canvas blank 
Delicately to paint linear and in liquid hues 
Dripping and splashing we two drank 
Forceful stimulated strokes you use  

Layering the colors upon my surface 
With a precision your brush does flow 
Emphasis laid on expressive purpose...

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…the greatest poet who ever lived
…our Lord Jesus Christ

Wishes that wash upon the shallow shore,
Lacrimal lesions of the holographic whore…
Tectonic temptations, the lava shall pour,
Unleashing emotions, entombed we gore.

Mangled monuments of ruins regurgitate,
Surfacing megalomania of demons dominate…
Demonic destruction encroaches to infiltrate,
Demigods of desire will position...

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Oh Zephyrus, sweet Zephyrus,
westerlies' bouquet nectarous
lilac layered flirtations sail
wings whimsical whiff my skin pale
butterfly kisses generous..

music you breathe melodious
chorus of wind-chimes feverous
sounds, symphonic in gentle flail,
oh Zephyrus..

hands breezy - touch me delicious
flowers long-stemmed dance capricious
exhales enchanting do prevail
sighs satisfying without fail
licks sweeping softly amorous,
oh Zephyrus....

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She sat on a small window bench 
Her head resting on her hand
Looking out into the dark glooming
As the silvery moon rose to shine 
On the rippling waves of the bay.

It seems she was winkling at her.
Telling her not to give up hope,

On the horizon...

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Constructing Catacombs


Desirous death, a submersed breath, the walls in a carious crumble
Living life, a surgical serrate strife, as we stand surreal and stumble
Baneful blood, a feverous flood, the temerarious towers will tumble
Terranean tears, fertile fermenting fears, a famished fatalistic fungal

Corpses mounting high, Angels in the...

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It’s the great American pass time that will never die,
The thundering sport called baseball, as the grand
Old flag waves in the breeze, of everlasting freedom above
The sacred stadium on opening day!
It’s the roaring of the exploding crowds, as their team
Players are called out by name,...

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a brown and curling maple leave hangs suspended mid-air
in the clearing by the lake, transfixed by the view and kindness 
woven within the web it watches the rain fall

within the transparent lace-like web, it curls inward
its only movement seems a solemn gesture of reverence
with its...

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It’s a sad way to remember “Old Elvis,”
a man who did more than most with his pelvis.
Must have moved it to a feverous Las Vegas pitch,
trying to move his last fried PB and banana samitch!



The “KING” died on the throne!...

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Poetic Halloween Scare


The bowls of damnation, when shall we poets meet again?
In delightful darkness, enchanted evil or pain
Of witches cackling, caldrons boiling and labyrinths
Enter with a scream the haunted hell inhabitants
With scurrying spiders, slithering snakes and shadows
The condemned corpses come out to play in their...

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Mesmerizing magnetism, mere mingling perfection;
melodic, magical murmurs melt like molten sweet confection.
Pleasing, playful, palpable perfection in pure pleasures; 
teasing, tasting, tantalizing... thrilling, tangible treasures. 

Delectably delightful, deliriously drenched desire;
effectual expression electrifyingly fuels the fire.
Fidgety, frolicking fingers flee to frame affection’s face;
feverous fascination fused with everlasting...

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Quiet Soul

1963
Her skin is that of alabaster. Wide circles of red rouge pronounced her thin lips and each cheek.
She is soulfully unique.
Her hair of dried stalk was approving to her eyes of vacuous emeralds.
She traveled the two blocks from her home to a destiny where...

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Another Beiderbecke
Compact disc
Exacting feverous,
Gratifying harmonious
Idyllic Jazz.
Kings, Lords, make noble
Obeisance portraying
Qualifying
Ratifications.
Some, tendering
Unqualified verity, when
Exuberant youth
Zonked!

© Harry J Horsman  2010...

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Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot my heart’s love hope when there was none,
Securely you glided into my laxly life when destiny had me indolently undone.
Into...

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Once cast out, have I gained a little favor
I won’t be proud now, I’ll stay humble
All the tiny little moments of joy I savor
Down the rabbit hole do I now tumble
Hoping the fantasy land won’t crumble

Yes unicorns, ferries, maybe a leprechaun
This mythical land of play...

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