Best Progression Poems
I have no face to claim
My face as a child
Lost it in my teenage
As the beach is lost to the sea
My teenage face
Lost it in my adulthood
As the dunes in a wind
My adult face
Lost to the old age
Burned off like a candle
And my old age face
Will be lost to the dust.
Melting down to the ocean of void
A faceless me
Where do I live
With that permanent sign
A faceless me.
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random thoughts turned into words
making complete sense
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profound thoughts transformed to words
veiled sense almost grasped
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zen-like thoughts crafted to words
feeling is the sense
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wispy thoughts awareness rises
no feeling - meaning
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progression is now complete
where else might it go
Progression Digression
We forge ahead little by little
We accelerate the moderninities of life
We call it progress...
but what are we progressing towards?
to do what is right?
to an easier life?
for those yet unborn?
We invent new ideas for advancement
We make everything we already have better
We call it progress...
but what are we progressing towards?
to faster phones and computer chips?
to robotics replacing our existence?
for more weapons galore?
We are removing the human out of humanity
We are building our own demise
We call it progress...
Our progression to die...
Rosa Parks, sit proud,
Head high with no retreat,
Do not be forced to the back
This seat is more than just a seat,
Let them drag you to the jail
Mistreatment all the world can see,
Spirits stir, blood boils,
N.A.A.C.P.
Dr. King, Dr. King!
Tell the world about your dream,
Preach of togetherness
as the ignorant still scream,
Non violence is the movement
Serenity could end the strife,
But a man moved by malice
Picked up a gun and took your life,
Who's next? Malcolm X?
Another brother had to die,
Racists whites or Muslim mobsters?
Who killed you and why?
Was it because of your courage
Because you had the will to try?
By any means necessary
You preached an eye for an eye,
So many soldiers in the struggle
Who will not be coming back,
Loud voices and strong minded,
Dead before the Civil Rights Act,
Equality for us all,
Is a summary of the paper,
To all who paved the way
I want to thank you for your labor,
I thank many, and many thanks,
We are truly in your debts,
I breathe and write freely,
Focused to give you no regrets,
From the shackles on your ankles
Through the hundreds of years of drama,
Good or bad his term may be,
“Today” our President is named O'Bama
Snow
No mo'
Adios
On the Left Coast
Good old Vancouver
Sunshine doth improve 'er
Magic in the air this day
A new spring but few hours away
Winter’s exiles repatriating
Flora and fauna be celebrating
A word.
A word without a voice.
A word without a voice has no power.
A word without a voice has no power, but can be powerful.
To speak.
To speak without a purpose.
To speak without a purpose can be damaging.
To speak without a purpose can be damaging to a positive movement.
The message
The message with a meaning.
The message with a meaning creates momentum.
The message with a meaning creates momentum to change the world for the better.
Sobriety
Lucid self-possession.
Clear-headed, composed, steadied
Abstention, temperance; Carouser, lush
Staggering, tottering, gibbering.
Intoxicated high.
Drunkenness
Once upon along ago
Pioneers sailed over ocean flows
To start anew in a different world
Where centuries later new flags unfurled
The above appears reasonable to me
But it's the happenings to the Apache and Cree
The Westward Movement was inevitable
Murderous chaos as the indigenous fell
It's so easy to sit now and look back at the past
Where our ancestors prospered, whilst theirs didn't last
Do we look on in pride at our family tree
Never caring to the think about the Cree, Apache
Borders will fall as others will be encroached
Lands will be taken or politically poached
The Westward Movement are white mans words
But for gunfire and greed, they may never have been heard
Revolution! Revolution!
Is the cry of the war
Civil conflict to combat
Fight for freedom once more,
Taking bullets for the north
We will overtake the south,
Gettysburg reaches hearts
by way of word of mouth,
Keep fighting, keep talking,
Lincoln makes a declaration,
Freedom is a document
Emancipation Proclamation,
Yell Glory Hallelujah
History is being made,
Yet illogical inequality
Is the heat within the shade,
Segregation is the word
Whitey yells it from the mountain,
No colored folks eat our food
Or drink from our water fountains,
Different schools, different places,
Different things for different races,
Last difference is
Humiliation on our faces
They whistle at a white woman
Beat them until its hard to stand,
Either the cops will get them first
Or we enforce the wrath of Klan,
Hang em high up in the trees
Cut the privates off the man,
Example after example,
That will make them understand,
Take us home, We want to roam,
Free within the mother land,
Marcus Garvey is the speaker
Back to Africa is the plan,
We want to go, We want to stay,
A mix of love and disagree,
What other way, what other way,
To fight this inequality?
One hundred first dates,
seventy five second dates,
fifty retakes,
twenty five out takes,
all to equal,
one mistake,
then,
one forever keepsake.
gone back to nature
plants overtaking the streets
nothing to wager
no fannies in too small seats
no more televised repeats
nothing new to learn
knowledge without a future
only time to burn
always idle computers
no new wounds needing sutures
airplanes are all still
no one's borders being crossed
no steaks on the grill
no more items to defrost
nothing's gained when all things lost
meters keep running
no demand for solutions
nothing is cunning
no bulbs creating lumens
Planet Earth void of humans
subtle satin
nature’s aid to man’s creation,
subtle satin
sleepless nights of lavender spin
yet embracing mediation
our love of procreation,
subtle satin.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Silently nightfall approached followed by a BLOOD RED MOON.
Rumors had it, nights like these barely existed.
It was the 21st of June,
and the Sun fought that day creating summers existence.
After Life, is there death?
Like after summer, it's fall, then winter.
Do souls escape mortality?
Or stay forever and wither?
Life is a complexity of thoughts and decisions,
Whatever path you may choose, makes all the difference.
Whether a sin is result of flawed intuitions,
or purposely committed all is forgiven.
I shall never know surely if there is a god but,
I know I am flawed,
I've failed and I've strived.
I've laughed and I've cried.
Upon all certainty
I know, I am me.
I breathe for equality,
I'll bleed to be FREE.
Eradicate the
Dark Disciple and
Forgo clipping my wings.
Naturally light and
Weightless
I traverse this
Medium quite smoothly.
Unavoidable,
Attended to and
Never misled.
This is my hope.
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Destruction only led me to the direction of construction
loyal to counterfeits that unconcealed disloyal
loved the wrong brothers now I preach to others’
preach to others open your eyes to the leeches
transformed my higher cognitive process from misinformed
my endurance will not be obstructed by any hindrance
distractions that come are rejected, only entertain reliable attractions
No one will damage thy self esteem…. Like a dreadful dream
cried alone till my eyes dried; guide my life with pride
clarity brings me prosperity; soaring blessings thy cupth overpouring