Best Mason Poems

Heaven's sweetest angel, has finally arrived.
 God held you in His loving arms, 'til He was satisfied.
 Into your little face He looked, before He let you go;
 And whispered something in your ear,
 That only you would know:
'A prayer I have answered, I've heard...

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Stone

Stone so solid so strong
keeper of warmth,
protector of strife,
crafted in to one’s image
guardian of the ones you love.

Mason

Builder of dreams
creator of solid foundations
master, mistress of the arts
carver of love
adept in architecture.

Together

A Temple of love.

A Mason
in Stone,
where one can enter
and become whole
with paradise!

© Harry J Horsman...

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dividing, between north and south
by a wide belt of leather
is drawn an imaginary Tangent line
called the Mason-Dixon

close your eyes and wander
you won't need GPS
let your lips and hands roam free
and discover many delights

follicles smell of magnolias in bloom
just like the Mississippi trees
see the pleasure in...

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Mason Jar


I captured my childhood in a Mason jar
The firefly glowed on and off through the night
I threw the apples in the woods on a thin, brown stick
They were rotten and on the ground

I laughed with my best friend
And her laugh still echoes in my...

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Each week, viewers of the television saw
what was an over-dramatization of the practice of law.
His intensive questioning got many to confess.
The guilty would often break down into distress.
Here the lawyer was in front of a judge and jury.
The questioned were under oath with a threat...

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lawyers have partners
Perry Mason had Paul Drake
and Della Street too...

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As this October moon is rising
I’m drifting in your cell
And mingling with each trinket.
I know you all to well.

I know your every coveted curve
And every secret shrine.
Your body is my temple.
I’m drinking in your wine.

I’m lingering on a sidewalk.
I’m humming out a tune.
I’m wanting you...

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Does she still come here
The seasoned philosopher and pen
That chart so will the flesh's crumbling
In easy ecstasy of words?
She had a way, using colors like nouns
That lived and breathed like us
Listen when she describes dust
For her pen is a wand touching words
To become anything she...

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The hearts of poets must find solace
And at some point and somewhere
Seek to drown the clamouring

But like all great poetry
It will write of such and be a drunken debauchery

But the next day
Awake.. 
Having vented its spleen
And through thumping head 
Gain its precious perch upon clarity.

Open...

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dry cans in cellars full of sweet fruit 
 covered in dust are beatiful in a way.
 
 all with labels peeling.

 the iconic cambells soup cans in tarnished 
red and white 
set on the shelf like rusty bells on
 a church steeple.

not like the...

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I am human,
Born of a woman.
So happy to see the sunlight,
Pleased at the sight of moonlight.

Everything I met here,
Except from my younger ones.
Though life sometimes makes regret,
But I wish to live more.

I love berries,
I love juice.
Love to drink when I am thirsty,
Love to be daily...

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From the day you arrived we fell in love
Little did we know the boy you'd become
From first word to first steps
A bright future is what we expect

Riding along on your motorbike
Reading the Hairy toe a million times
You and your sister are so alike

That smile
That glint...

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R!A K Mason 'SOUND OF BROTHERHOOD'
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Snapping beans, the summer pastime
Filling Mason jars
With cornfield or half runners
Filling a crock with layers
Of beans and corn, canning salt
For pickled beans and corn
That would make my mouth water

Peeling ripe red tomatoes
That I called maters
Cutting them in wedges
Placing them in Mason jars
Adding a touch of...

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She's here even if you can not see her,
She's here even if you can not hear it.
She makes herself known with a crazy purr,
Mia is here, and she will never quit.

Jack watches us from a pleasant distance,
And he charges up to demand our love.
Letting us...

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