Best In(A) Poems

The wind billows out from the seat of his britches
With determined blue eyes, skinned knuckles and knees
he climbs up the rails nailed from old cedar pieces
to the uppermost yoke of an old pecan tree

He is Captain on board, in pretend salty breezes
From his perch in...

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In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope
           (The Solemn Prayer)

Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my...

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The waves calm me down as I sit and wonder
For my love is lost in the stormy scurrilous sea
And I know my hapless heart to be torn asunder
As I wait for my true love to wash back to me
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The clouds move in to hide the...

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A cryptic note:  
“Meet me in the middle of Nowhere,
Tonight when the moon is full.”
What is my wife playing at? Is this her idea of a honeymoon?
Below is a picture of a garden,
With a large maze in it.

Nothing to do but obey.
The moon has...

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In a world where I do not exist
in invisible air my soul roams.

The sun would still blaze in amber light,
the moon and stars sparkle over ebony.
Rainbows and butterflies,
an epitome of silent elegance
would flutter in an abundance of colours.
Rain and snow, pain and sorrow, storms and...

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"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress"
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

The hourglass, 
a skeletal jester 
mocks in the tomb's chill
Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, 
"Soon you'll cease to be."
The mirror's cold reflection, 
a Gorgon's ghastly guise
A marionette of flesh with vacant... 
hollow...
colorless eyes.

The worms, like...

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“We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold.” - from Sting’s Fields of Gold

One day in a museum, my mind on an old flame,
I found myself mysteriously being led
to a field of gold depicted within a gilded frame.
In...

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Love Notes in a Bottle

It came as a last meandering thought
How could I know?
Maybe a thousand years from now
On a far away shore
Would exist a lady of mystical lore
Reciting sonnets of medieval tales
In magic forests, dreaming of love
As I love
Who could feel a bond so...

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A Perfect World Begins With You

In a perfect world
I would get to spend every moment with you
In a perfect world
I would languish in a decadent love that's true
In a perfect world
there would have been no need for tears
In that perfect world
we wouldn't have gone through...

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Her lips caress another cigarette
A fading belle looking for love
The smoke veils a creature of habit
Chasing a young girls dream

But this Genie found the palace doors locked 
Her youth distilled into a bottle of gin
Diluted by these streets of sin

Now her makeup hides the bottles...

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WRITING IN A BLACK PERSPECTIVE

Why is it that someone's pain is felt pleasure to another?
I arrived with fears. I cared to find a friend, anywhere
But I wasn't taught to be my own; no school helped me to look within
I heard of God of deep blackness;...

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Sitting on the window sill with the wind in my hair

I gaze up into the stars, pondering the great unknown.

Thinking back of that night, when I heard your first cry 

tears of joy filled my heart as we carried you home. 

Nervous and excited, a...

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A black cloud dangles
Effortlessly forms
A haunting image
Showers travel east
Daisy hides her face.

A Robin sings
A melody
The sun appears
Once more she smiles.

Grass uncoils
Raindrops dry
Web retracts.

Sunset
Moon beam.

Stars.

 © Harry J Horsman 2022...

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Dawn's soft silence kept under gauzy veil
Lifted by harmony of harp and flute
Colors dance along roses, bright and pale
Rainbows springing where fertile sky takes root
Elfin robins follow the fitful wind
Across freckled grass, where new faith consumes
Mossy velvet bark, and sunny bees send
Assured calendars of glory...

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