Best Hor Poems
Were I a restaurant proprietor
Al fresco and exclusively for poets
My menu would be cryptic metaphors
Original from memories echoic
Spring rhymes of happy times and brighter days
Fresh summer sonnets mostly bittersweet
Then autumn prose on multicolored trays
Some winter villanelle hor dourves for treats
And if you come your muse can eat for free
Imagination is a welcome guest
There is one rule, no dictionaries please
Yes, thinking caps are furnished on request
Come dine with me until you get your fill
The best part is you'll never get a bill
September 6 2016
Categories:
hor, appreciation, fun, poetry, poets,
Form:
Sonnet
Asinine
The Poem
Spit and glue
Tape on glasses
Lace on wrinkled rumps
Lipstick on lizards
Ants in bee-hives
Parties in the cemeteries
Toothfairy bank robbers
Dunces in libraries.
Rhymes on caution signs
Large Letters for the deaf
and hearing aids for the blind-
Asinine.
I think, to see a cripple crabs with crutches,
bow-legged spiders with a pigeon toe-ed cat.
Or a knock-knee-ed rabbit- with a Multi-Colored Bat
Apes eating hor devours
Amish wearing Hats no-more
Imagine the scenic scene
That we would see-
If the Sky replaced the sea-
Spit and Glue will never do-Spit
won't do, when you need glue.
Dressed to kill with taped up glasses,Lace on strippers
with wrinkled rumps
It's a crazy poem but I really feel
You should never read rhymes on caution signs.
CAUTION
Look up here
have no fear –
There have been
twenty-six
accidents right here-
When you slow up
to read this rhyme
you may get hit
from behind
cross the white
line and smash
over the medium
Categories:
hor, fun, humorous, nonsense,
Form:
Abecedarian
Undeclared evil intentions imposed
The dark side of ma·lev·o·lence exposed
Magnified by sheer brutality of acts composed
Aaaaah, evidence one can clearly see'th
All of humanity is faced with
Tragedy from hor·ren·dous acts commit
Shockingly dreadful acts caused by
Misplaced human beings cry
Who are currently living with an anger eye
Thus, being poured out in ways taking place
Never before seen or experienced 'bout face
On this planet's dust base
O Lord, thus is the day in whence for
Rev·e·la·tion is transcending upon us hardcore
In other words, ''WE ARE AT WAR''
Categories:
hor, truth, violence, war,
Form:
Tercet
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
Circling 'round high for their breakfast hor d'oeuvres
Filling their cheeks while their baby ted's whine
Mewing and Keowing for what mother serves
Circling 'round high for their breakfast hor d'oeuvres
Loner's afloat adrift on calm water
Mewing and keowing for what mother serves
Sitting on waves as they splash and swatter
Loner's afloat adrift on calm water
Dipping their heads as they eye for a snatch
Sitting on waves as they splash and swatter
keowing and mewing in hopes for a catch
Dipping their heads as they eye for a snatch
Filling their cheeks while their baby ted's whine
Keowing and mewing in hopes for a catch
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
*1st Place
Seagulls Poetry Contest
Sponsor Eve Roper
11-26-2019
Categories:
hor, bird, nature,
Form:
Pantoum
hazy pale substance
spreads over stale rye toast
you crunch it
too loudly
your mother says
chew with your mouth closed
paper napkins
in a big black trash bag
smeared with hor d’vers
cocktail parties you weren’t invited to
i laugh when
you drop food on your lap
your mother scorns
alone on a porch
remolding the moon
brie cheese wedges
you thought the stars
were too tiny to hold close
it was my party
i pretend not to like you
Categories:
hor, age, change, childhood, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
glittering gold crosses
adorning muscled, tanned bodies
endlessly liposuctioned into Versace
worshipping the almighty dollar
as they cruise the golden boulevard
disciples of Bentley and Rolls
paying lip service to the lord
with collagen smiles
gracing plastic personas
attending parties in mansions
of champagne pools
served cocaine hor d'oeuvres
Hollywood freaks
housed in elegance
furnished by fantasy
friendships built on lure
reputations a headline
image a status symbol
marriages made in Vegas heaven
Elvis holds the key
to Graceland
divorces like seven elevens
dotting every corner
littering the landscape
with strewn lives
broken families and values
throw away children
interchangeable, designer
values learned upon Hollywood's stage
too rich, too famous
brilliant birthright or ultimate demise
see Paris smile
oozing techno melodies
enhanced vibrations
for adoring consumption
preparing to tousle on silken sheets
taped erotica, enjoyed and outrageous
sensationalism sold and eaten whole
triviality for the world to eat up
fodder for the eyes and mind
narcotic of unfulfilled aspirations
of the young and easily beguiled
rap kings with wordy crowns
in bullet proof vests
turf wars fed silvery bullets
embellished and devoured
anti-establishment encouraged
women bartered, raped in words
advocated sentiments
that churn within little minds
arise, listen to the lies
hidden within a P Diddy smile
as body guards wade through the fray
protecting the now for an uncertain future
fooled, seduced by ironic images
distorted for our entertainment
Hollywood freaks
proving that all that glitters
is not truly gold!
Categories:
hor, introspection, life, people, places,
Form:
Free verse
I'm not wholly what my parents are
hor the color of my skin or hair by far
nor the clothes I wear
nor the partner with whom life I share
I'm the books I read
for my substance they sow the seed
I'm all the words I speak
that's why my company, people will seek
I'm the smiles I try to hide
I'm every tear I've cried
I'm the songs I sing privately
they make me bright and spritely
I'm the things I believe in
I'm also that which makes me sin
I'm also the future I dream of
these dreams make my stuff
but it seems I forgot
what makes me so much sought
all this has me defined
some people may scoff the others find me refined.
Categories:
hor, animal, art, autumn, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Person's Precedence Hor Haiku
Should a precedence
Be set up by presidents
Which would make much sense.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
hor, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
When growing a flower there’s a few things you need,
Water and sunlight and room for the leaves.
If you tend to your flower with warmth and with care,
It will one day sit tall with assured debonair.
But if someone plunges their hand and plucks its root,
It will shrivel up and perish under their unthinking brute.
Their one little tug on its fragile, soft stem,
Will tarnish your hard work with a righteous condemn.
But what’s more than your hard work gone to waste,
Is that they were the architect of your own distaste.
You dreamed and you wished to see your little plant grow,
But someone took their fingers and dug out its soul.
In one fell swoop of their unthinking mind,
Their gratification took hold of your flowers intertwined vines.
Their compulsion to see that patch of dirt bare,
Has left you reeling and lonely, filled with despair.
How did your flower,
So small and so fair,
End up lying shriveled and wilting in the hor summer air?
It came to be something to rip out and then toss back into the dirt,
Only to be a second of entertainment for an act in its lack of meaning, overt.
You watered it and basked it in light,
And it got torn from the grass, too helpless to fight.
For how can a flower fight against a man,
Who decides he can rip it from its life before it even began.
Categories:
corruption, extended metaphor, heartbreak,
Form:
Rhyme
ki likha aj likhan nu koi kalam
nai
mili
ek mili c ,
rishtea nal bhri hoi
per
usnl menu likhna nai aayea
mai koshish kiti likhan di
per
nai hoyea metho usnal dil di
likhai likhan da homework.
ki dasa keme chaldi c,
meri lyf di lakeera te o
apni shaap chad gai .
mai bohat koshish kiti mitaan
di
per
o eni pakki c shahi k mitaan
te apna nishan chad gai
ki dsa tenu ki hall ho gayea
mra
usnu chlaundi chlaundi ...
o kalam nai, kuj hor c
shyad
jo menu hasna bhula gai
mai koshish kiti samjhan di
ki c o ??
per
samjh na pai bhed ohda
meri zindagi vich ahun da
meri zindagi vich ahun
da..............
Categories:
hor, beautiful
Form:
The icly coldest of the Hornet Queen and her spirits and freinds
is going to use my theme and name Hor Horn to steal my
work, because she predetermine who gets what and
of course I to give my crumbs to her, well some say this
and that about the daughter that ran away from her and
walk the streets because of her control issues and
of course she lies and steals to get more and more
power, I have work for twenty years on some work and
storys and of course that is hers so if you see it they
steal it,
Categories:
hor, social, work, work,
Form:
Ballad
Ye zindagi bhi alag he paheli hai,
Na Jane kiski kismat me kya liki hai.
Jo khelna caha wo bhi tuta, Jo na kela paya wo bhi Rutha,
Jo samaj na cha ha Wo apno se tuta.
Koi na jane kiske mane ,
Kya saccha kya juhta ye kon Jane ,
Insaan rang roop se bhar na dek paya,
Atma ko Chood kar sharir ko apnaya .
Khushi batne se badti hai,
Ek muskurahat me puri duniya Kilti hai.
Na kise ko dukh doo,
Na kabhi dukhi ho,
Doo din ki zindagi me Kush raho,
Hor Kush reha ne doo.
Ek dus reke bina puri duniya akeli hai,
Ye zindagi bhi ek alag hi paheli hai .........
-Affan.Shaikhsurab
Categories:
hor, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The icly coldest of the Hornet Queen and her spirits and freinds
is going to use my theme and name Hor Horn to steal my
work, because she predetermine who gets what and
of course I to give my crumbs to her, well some say this
and that about the daughter that ran away from her and
walk the streets because of her control issues and
of course she lies and steals to get more and more
power, I have work for twenty years on some work and
storys and of course that is hers so if you see it they
steal it,
Categories:
hor, social, work, work,
Form:
Ballad
i seem to be
laying sleeping
dry but porous
before you rain
on me showering
me not with ego but
the power of poetry for
you're words i absorb be
cause i'm a sponge among
other things also being one
that recalls days when younger
as well as among memories
before i was born not
still born but still
before i was
born like
when in
my Mum
's womb
when i
kicked
hard so
hard that
i made her
hiccup but
what was to
become a giggle
then she knew a
silly son was about
to rise above her hor
i zon thus then to
begin her and i's
battle that now
i'm not proud
of for i cross
ed that line
so many
times
that
she
needed
a stop watch
and a diary to
keep watch over
for what i'd become
or not and now though
she has passed the past
will always be in the present
but not gift wrapped but warped
for not what it's glitter is worth for
now my she is not my Mum
but someone who com
forts and keeps me
safe in mind kind
ly expressing th
at which when
read but so very
soon to be heard
which when will
leave me speechless
but
never
forever
actually
having left
me but will be
with me as i soak
up her words mouthing
them in a
type writt
en form forming
the what from
mi Musa to
her poetry
that only
she not
i can
say
is
s
peak
so now
i know when
she has spread
my legs and lips
and taken and kiss
ed that which i have
willingly given to give
what which will never be
forgotten or to be ever
me
Categories:
hor, muse,
Form:
hor d’oeuvres alongside
wading pool in woodsy yard —
mosquitoes backflip
9/4/2020
Categories:
hor, insect,
Form:
Senryu