Best Horsman Poems
The Winds of change have come again.
To think we've lost another friend.
It grieves my heart, you left so soon.
I read your blog this afternoon.
A better place you've journeyed to.
God Speed Harry, thinking of You.
Dedication to Harry Horsman.
My condolences to his family.
Also want to thank Mandy a
True friend of Harry's for
informing us...
Michael Tor
Categories:
horsman, farewell, friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Dedication is to my Friends who avoid judging:
You are not the judge
But judge you must
For earthly matters and such
Leave hell to satan or demons
But Heaven in fragrances of your words:
Epitaph, apology, poetry, piety, congrats - -
Even angels fall, why not us (Adamic) mortals -
When pride and ego explode in ungodly challenge!
NoTE:
Between writing, editing, posting this simple offering ... the good & bad in Me & of South Africa today, asserted themselves: our electricity brownouts & blackouts affect internet, editing, posting, and consistent connection. My one service provider, MTN, has been back today for a few hours now (after more than a weak of zero internet connectivity). You pay a price: seeing many versions of this JUDGEMENT poem. Shalom
Categories:
horsman, art, baptism, bible, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
Hey you get off my cloud
the establishment of the human race
is a wonderful concept.
It is its people i cannot stand.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
Categories:
horsman, angst,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
In the distance men at arms
looking to conflict only harm,
What is to be the plight of man?
With the intellect of a woolly ram,
life becoming a complete sham.
Energy etched within the P.C Rom
loving one’s self, blowing one’s horn
this becoming decisively the norm,
so utterly concerned I am
for one’s granddaughter our Sam!
The Title may be slightly ambiguous
but it means,Horsman families concern
for the future.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
horsman, angst, granddaughter,
Form:
Free verse
A Little Prayer I send to you.
To give you Hope and get you through.
As you are facing your darkest Hour.
I pray for God's Healing Power.
I'm trusting God to give you strength.
To bring to you, your Health Again.
Have Strong Faith, while in this Storm.
Christ healing Grace, will find you home.
You're in Our Hearts so far away,
Thinking of You, on this Special Day.
While people are carrying on with their Lives.
You're in the Hospital Fighting for Your Life.
Hang in there Harry with All Your Might.
You're in a War, but you'll Win This Fight.
You have always been a Loyal Friend.
We miss you Harry, Our Love We Send.
Michael Tor
Please pray for Harry.
Categories:
horsman, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme
R recently, power outages takes us BACK - ward
E ven reading & commenting here is rare
A naya & Harry Horsman, Brian Sambourne, Lisa
D
Do remind me how comments feed poets' souls
P.S. This is a thank you poem to those who read and comment to encourage me. REQUEST: Please comment especially on poets who have few readers or fewer comments, or may be new. I encouraged a new PS Poet from Andorra last week, but I did not understand the poem or language (Celtic?). I don't expect any response, but I'm glad we have poets from so many unusual places with talent & Ubuntu. Deo
PPS. I could not fix errors in my post, or edit ( until now), because our power supply in my province in RSA,vwas disrupted ( by supplier ESKOM) for 6 hours: Stage 6 loadshedding. FYI or shock, Google, "RSA: electricity, Eskom, corruption, death threats." See?
Categories:
horsman, africa, art, environment, feelings,
Form:
Acrostic
I
Do you connect with struggling writers
Would you know it
Harry the Weaver, poet
Graces communities, fraternities,
(Sororities, too?)
II
To have someone read your scraps of work
Going back as far as is feasible
prince HH reads closely, generously
With the gentleness of weavers,
Care, calmness, goodness - fruit of the Spirit
Makes it tolerable to wait to be heard
Pleasure to be respectfully read
To be free to write FREELY, profusely
Categories:
horsman, appreciation, brother, friend, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
To honor Harry memory
a much loved and respected poet
He could cast a spell with his clear verse
identifying himself with any sonnet
with first class reviews
No shortage of inspiration
He put into words what most of us can only feel
On the towpath ... between memories and the sea
sand slips out between the fingers
Harry kept his dream alive
(watch, train journeys via You Tube)
a desire to experience Norway by train
pass vast agricultural landscapes
through a rich selection of nature experiences
Sparkling blue rivers and gushing waterfalls
Winding mountain roads, fjords and valleys
Churches from the 17th century
Humble aging farms in places
one would have thinking that no one could live
_____ one day we'll drive this journey together
... you and me ... Harry
R.I.P.
24.05.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Tributes to Harry Horsman
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
1st place in the contest
Categories:
horsman, death of a friend,
Form:
Free verse
TRIBUTE TO AN EMPASSIONED READER to Harry Horsman
WINNER ACROSTIC
When I write the challenge is to shake your mind
If i succeed there is a satisfaction in my style
Never mind if flashy glory's left behind
Not a moments wasted if a phrase has found your smile
Eventually there's a tiny spark of me that you may find
Relentless words are bound to entangle and beguile
Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013
Categories:
horsman, introspection, on writing and
Form:
Acrostic
(Inspired by Harry’s poems- The Old Oak Tree, Oh them hot air balloons, Death is Not the End and An Agendaless Age)
I have known Harry barely two years back
Yet I felt a strange rapport with him
Even before reading his poems,
On seeing the silhouette of Harry,
In colored glass and grey hair, reflecting
Nobility and gentleness, I got overpowered.
I have always felt he was cool and level-headed
But strong like the old oak tree, ever sheltering!
A sanctuary to new poets, a guardian to everyone,
To learn and derive inspiration from.
A gentle spirit who had a word of encouragement for all.
He was not among the clump of trees
But stood aloof like the old oak tree
He wished to stay rooted to the ground
And never fancied to ride like the hot air balloon
As he knew it would soon come down to earth
He was never a votary of the ultra modern age.
He nostalgically reminiscences of an agenda- less age,
When there were no timetables and no worries
Where fences were constructed, not as barriers,
But to lean on and talk with neighbours.
Harry, with you we too believe, death is not the end.
You will not die dear poet friend
But through your poems, will live in our hearts forever.
Enjoy the bliss of being in an agenda- less age,
And roam free ‘in fresh woods and pastures new’!
May 31.2023
~ Placed First~
Tributes to Harry Horsman- An Uncontest Poetrty Contest
Sponsor- Andrea Dietrich
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Categories:
horsman, appreciation, death of a
Form:
Free verse
Farewell seems so final,
like death.
How does one say~goodbye,
not easy for family and friends.
A writer will always be a writer,
you were outstanding.
Your comments were always encouraging,
you knew just what to say.
Blood did not run through your veins,
for it was ink.
As you got older,
you only got better at writing.
Saying goodbye is hard,
so I will not say goodbye.
Heaven now has another writer,
so until we all meet up in heaven keep writing.
Categories:
horsman, friend, poems, tribute, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
Harry Horsman, most beloved poet, shining star of PoetrySoup
A kind, gentle, compassionate, loving soul,
Rare mixture of humour, fun, strength and power,
Rest assured of his precious advice and support,
Your friend, Harry’s generosity, you could count on!
How inspiring were his uplifting comments,
Of our dear Harry from charming Australia,
Reading his poems is an amazing experience,
Spiritual, Faith, passionate Love, or mysterious Nature
Memories of sweet childhood, intoxicated youth, or doting family!
Absolute joy, Harry, to write about you,
No one can replace your legacy of kindness and creative expression!
May 27, 2023
Tributes To Harry Horsman - An Uncontest Poetry contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
horsman, tribute,
Form:
Acrostic
A Date with Milton
Written by Harry Horsman, 01/06/2023
A Premiere Contest Trophy Winner
Death comes to all like a great shadow,
servant of reality when the truth of it sinks
in leaving the experience embedded on
one’s soul. Milt, given to remembrance
in his lifetime, moments flashing by, when
the congregation gathered to celebrate his
time on earth. But in the book of scrolls
winter is definite in which age must give way
to the new, one, he’d readily give for
the sprinkling of innocence created to start
life’s process all over again, with perpetual
regularity. He would, from behind the thin
veil of Ionna, bless and comfort the unfortunate,
the depressed, the lame of an earthly lifetime in
songs of praise. Leave a recipe for a foregone
conclusion. Auf wiedersehen, we will meet again!
My Tribute to Harry Horsman
Written by _this Poet
This poem of Harry's truly touches my heart and soul
when I first read it and still now and will always love it.
Now, Harry has 'left' us for Heaven above and we weep
his passing It was written in God's scrolls and what is
written can never be unwritten. But, still Harry I am
shattered at your passing and it is difficult to accept.
Harry, you can keep your date with Milton Hankins, your
friend and fellow poet who we lost not long ago.
This poem truly shows us Harry's skill in writing poetry
with feelings. I 'feel' his truth in each word. Yes Harry,
in life moments flash by and we never know when our
time will be done for 'death comes to all like a great
shadow.' Like you, I hope that I can give praise in song,
written words, and in actions for those less fortunate.
That, I can be kind and gentle, like you. And, that I can
be generous with comments and compliments. And can
write beautiful poetry. Oh Harry, I will miss you everyday
forever. Harry, look down from Heaven and see the love.
Rest In Peace, my poetic friend !
Categories:
horsman, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
The old oak tree.
So happy I wrote: Lovely!
“Let us hear the bluebell call,
the daffodil pray,
the apple blossom bear witness.”
I hip hip hurrah’d this paradigmatic poem.
I read it a few minutes ago and thought aww…
how do I comment now, so Harry will see.
So glad I had read this in the past,
before our dear Harry passed. Suddenly,
I hear one solitary and full-fledged chirp outside.
Has Harry stopped by?
Dabbing an eye.
Categories:
horsman, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
“primrose coloured sky
grey clouds chase the setting sun…
rain kisses scorched earth”
by Harry Horsman
A beautiful haiku by Harry. I think one
of Harry's last, "Woopa Bank,” shows
his caring for nature. And, I read
one recently about the kindness of the
the gravedigger, who is the last one with
the deceased. Harry told me he was a
gravedigger when he was young. That
was Harry—gentle with the soil that
covered the grave.
Dear Harry, we will miss you so much
and long for your lovely poetic touch.
You made simple things in life more real
Your graciousness in your poems we feel
...Goodnight, gentle soul
Categories:
horsman, appreciation, goodbye, poems,
Form:
Other