Best Harold Poems

Sir Harold, Knight, the valiant swain
Did call his Lady Nell.
He held her close and kissed her hand
And bade her sweet farewell.

"Forth from here I needs must go
My swainly Lady Nell.
I shall return, my bonny lass
To hear our wedding bell."

"Ignoble lord, I'll wait for you,"
The lady...

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He gave long sermons 
     and spoke to the
 congregation 
in measured tones
     Gone now these many 
years
   His memory lives on 
        in the heart of the...

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A mental void, uncaring stance
Was it greed or was it askance?
Always those that confess
To having the answers,
Yet he fools all of them
The noose his only friend.

 © Harry J Horsman 2022...

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Harold loved marigolds, his favourite flower
One day he ate some and they tasted quite sour
So that was the end
Of his passion, my friends
After that, only roses with carrots and cauliflower


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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*Image of Dr. Harold Shipman by Film Daily.

Dr. Harold Shipman: Judge & Executioner: REVISED

The D.A. hoped
a tenth suffice
although they moped
much more be nice
but after all
who'll question his
a man of gall
and expertise.

Who walked about
so well at ease
that no one doubt
he's worth his fees
cause dead, don't shout
he...

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Psychopath definition: A mentally ill or unstable person. A person who engages in antisocial behavior and exhibits a pervasive disregard for the rights, and feelings, and safety of others.
 Serial killer: Performing a series of similar acts over time, killing.
 These two definitions describe this...

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Come Down
by Michael R. Burch

for Harold Bloom

Come down, O, come down
from your high mountain tower.
How coldly the wind blows,
how late this chill hour ...

and I cannot wait
for a meteor shower
to show you the time
must be now, or not ever.

Come down, O, come down
from the high...

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The End Of Harold Holt
By Roy Merritt

On December seventeenth, nineteen sixty seven
The Prime Minister of Australia 
Perhaps went off to heaven
He went swimming in the ocean 
Against all good advice
They told him not to do it 
They told him more than twice
But he insisted on...

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Doreen acted like the brain of Britain
Answering questions on the TV quiz show
She would sit and shout out the answers
Her face would have a smug rosy glow

Her poor husband Harold could do nothing right
She would moan at him all night and day
Belittling him with her...

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4am sunday morning they broke into song
unable to contain their smiles
they cast aside the spent wine
and took their ribald song to the streets
with a fanfare of sound and light
like jesters of old
they painted smiles on the frowning old men
and placed rainbows over the bridges between
the...

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By 
Renee Denise Gross
(Grasshopper*)

#"HAROLD and MAUDE"

Harold, poor Harold, Death Defying, Life Denying...

and then came...

Another day: dullness, bleakness, weakness

Loathing

Hi Mom!

Remember Me? You Swam right passed me, just went right ahead and

bypassed ME...

You surely Soul Scorched Torched me...
I guess it doesn't matter!

Because really, you Never truly CARED...

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we often walked by empty lot's of debris 
the daley's running the show 
as strong mines did grow
a civil rights movement

torn down bricks of knowledge
as we wander by the rail road tracks
broken glass and  unseen filth
covered the under path where pigeons feast

and bats creep...

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Hark, hey Harold,
the Angels sing....
glory to the homerun king...
piece of turf,
with bases wide,
runners steal,
when pitched inside,

Come ye bunters,
drop one down,
see if we can win
the division crown

Piece of bleachers,
crowd gone wild,
all because of
the runner's glide

Hark, ol' Harold,
get some franks,
and give to heaven
your heartfelt thanks!!...

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There is a thombstone in Ohio, with the inscription:
’’Harold Hart Crane:  Lost at sea.“
His words, soaked with tears blossom
Beneath the waves, in lonely, starving hearts
While he sleeps the sleep of the sea
Without his dark passion,
Free at last 
Calm at last...

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The mind is the devil, not the heart,
when in doctor’s garbs, can’t tell apart,
an engaging smile, then the death blow,
some died real quick, some very slow.

the touch was soft, voice saintly gentle,
poured potion with love to dismantle,
they drank never to wake up again,
did they die...

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