Best Retracts Poems

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...

Continue reading...

A sky of angry screeching,
demanding;
like a raptor in the wind.
Doesn't have the impact
that simple warbling brings.

With fear of cruel words spoken,
love retracts,
like claws on birds of prey;
and all I loved about you
has now flown far away.

Predatory words can rip,
into beings
lovelorn at their peak.
Not accomplishing anything...

Continue reading...

Written in summer of 1976.


I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessmen from Campbell Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay

And talked of pending corporate plans
And willow-haired orangutans.

I spent a lot of time this way
At doing things that were...

Continue reading...

The magic gem of curly hair,
Procures itself in sodden downpour.
Frizz retracts and curls define,
Revitalised by heaven's moisture.
No brolly required.
No wind-swept locks.
A long-awaited makeover,
Of the most natural kind.

28/04/2019...

Continue reading...

A problem to most men and A dynamic explosion to anything I paint orange
The missing link is always overlooked, of course I'm Intellegent enough to say it loud, I never fear the unknown and the way I started here was unexpected especially to the purple...

Continue reading...

Land masses in freeze
mans conditional now waned
nature retracts, whilst
a polar bear roams a city
incomprehensible times









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-13.php...

Continue reading...

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish...

Continue reading...

THE BOY KING

Oh youthful monarch of Egypt, so young to die and yet live again.
In the nether world a Pharaoh's golden death mask is lain upon
A boy king.
In silences crypt a stilled figure lies in stacious frozen freeze.
Until Ra's first rays kiss the dawn and...

Continue reading...

O sweet touches, tell me low:

"How does your skin age so slow?"

Wanting fingers trail hello, how can those eyes just watch me so?
Like children running along my back, I feel your hand ask for a snack.
Letting it follow my inner thigh, my eyes glare to...

Continue reading...

Your disconsolate hollow eyes continue to stare straight through me
Your mind has transformed loved ones into strangers
You see only a haze of people coming and going
Words whispered affect you not
Nothing spoken can affect the puzzle left unsolved in your mind
The missing pieces are designed to...

Continue reading...

"A Hornswoggling Charmer" 


Sweet chet by day, cheats by night, He creeps,
he heats, he strays. My greet, fought in spite cause.
He’s up the dense, watching his prey- a nerd.
Poor thing, better run quick, ‘cause watch, he’ll bounce!
He’ll neatly beg for puss, but don’t be drooled.
‘Cause...

Continue reading...

FAREWELL MY LOVE!

Farewell my love, i must return home, a loner
The moon wanes and below, descends the horizon
A galaxy crowns the looming of a gloomy sky
At the backdrop remains glint of our yesterdreams.

Farewell my love, 'tis the journey's end of loving tend
For the western gleam...

Continue reading...

The Question, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Cuestion

				« …Oh ! God, Oh ! Centre »*

		for Vicente Puchol

(* Note by the editor, Alejandro D. Amusco, attesting that the above quotation was not included in Bousono’s Antologia poética, 1976, and on the « mysterious Centre...

Continue reading...

Our future he impacts
Social issues he just stacks

He gives educators the axe
Keeps piling the load on our backs
His stance on illegal immigrants lacks

He took a loose stance on tax
Mud slung, he seldom retracts
From his vantage point he acts

Lives in a mansion while we live in...

Continue reading...

The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan 

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and the ash sixty years of poetry). Paris: Les deux animaux,...

Continue reading...