Best Sos Poems

I strain my ears to hear you

s i l e n c e

The violence within your quiet voice

s i l e n c e

I wish...

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Multi-channel stream meanders in the carved valley,
concert of murmur cascades melody on sculpted rock.
I place my ears on the flow of the whistling air,
but the...

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SOS


Sixty seems so old
Oland was a time long ago
Sweden still sleeps in my dreams

So young so sweet
Old dreams run in retreat
Songs like lovers never last

Vanished...

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(Saving our species)

Spirit of the swamp
rains down on oil disaster...
angel unmasked.

© Harry J Horsman  2011...

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Santa Claus is busy in a Mall
But he will need YOUR help after all
To help meet his goal
Send one lump of coal
So Donald Trump can...

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the Soup bowl,
Not a poet was writing, not even the musing mole.
All their pens were hung by...

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A poem about infanticide of girls...

"Save Our Sisters!"

Many girls lost, many girls missed
Many girls lost, never to be Ms.
Strings of girls, strands of pearls, 
Gone,...

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Strolling the beach one day, a magnificent shell I happened to see.
I picked it up and held it to my ear - just out of...

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THUG LIFE
				cold heart and mind,
drugs are lunch and supper,
prostitutes are friend and wives,
smoking is the daily work,
wanna be Hitler is the dream, 
clotting blood is...

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"Romance in the Reflections of the Steely Green-Eyed"



Romance is in the 
reflections of the
steely green-eyed

time stolen and framed
bars to freedom 
champagne dreams remain

the prisoner’s heart...

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Today I seek the sun,
it's gentle painless play-
words of winter warmth
spur me on my way,
away from death wish,
daily things gone wrong.

Today I seek the sky...

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What to look for?
Where do errors lie?
Are they in the eye of the beholder
or do they lie?

I believe I’m a poet,
a prophet of paraphrase,
a swindler...

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The Inflated Nation!

Americans growing wider by the minute!
Is there  a Russian collusion behind this illusion?
(Now, there's a breaking news headline
with real meat in it)

(Mashed potatoes,...

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Veracious voices that come out to play,
Wandering words tell the tale…
Mending hearts in the mist.

Where secluded sacrifices submerge,
Whispers warming in their waves…
Sailing scriptural shores.

A man...

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Some poets, are an island lost at sea 
Another day goes by, and still no P.O.T.D.  
Other poets, their faces 
Their faces are everywhere...

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