Best Towards Poems
I had never felt a part of the we
Not sure how I was supposed to be
I stood on tiptoes trying to see
Wondering if there was room for me
I floated at the edges like smoke
Laughing imperceptibly at a joke
Wanting to be like other folk
Yet in my own silence I would soak
Wondering if others felt the same way
Lost between words that people say
Wondering if they should leave or stay
Just wanting, wishing for a part to play
It took a smile a glint in an eye
Looking at me, I wondered why
Then he walked over and said hi
His name was Joe a regular guy
All it took was two to be a we
Before long two became twenty three
They were okay with me being me
All of us different that was the key
Within a group I learned how to be
The me within the we
I gaze beyond
the sky of sapphires,
waiting for a
spark of sailing light,
listening to
the balmy breeze~
they kiss the
rays of silver,
with tales of
my eclipsed past.
Maybe tonight dandelion
wind will dance in sync~
to sunset kayaks cruising
through wounded waves,
shimmering amidst
tear-stained dunes…
I lean on the seething sea
of seven sisters,
to rewrite my destiny~
learning from flawed art
within my aching heart.
But am I the one at fault?
or were you the
reason we fought?
I question the twirling time,
passing through
hues of forest haze.
Was the blame in
broken melodies~
strung from frail strings
of my antique guitar?
Maybe, somewhere
down the lane of
finding myself,
I lost our rhythm,
trying to fine-tune
symphonies of
frozen love.
Now I’m gliding towards
the moonlight
away from the
soulless midnight,
to reach a cosy shore
where I can knit
quilted patterns,
unraveling a place
that feels like home.
As I’ve been searching
for an island that has no
lifelines of faded vows,
so I’m running
from the limelight;
ice green footprints,
following me and
our musical memories,
like sinister silhouettes.
I never thought that
you were the one,
I always knew I was the
throned queen of darkness.
Who will it be next,
to rescript this
tattooed misery?
Maybe, a poet with
an acrylic quill softer
than the air I breathe.
Now I’m gliding towards
the moonlight
away from the
soulless midnight,
to rise above the silence.
I still hope that I’ll waltz
through a sphere
where warmth
of faith flickers in
colors of honeyed hope,
and home will no
longer be an illusion,
etched on dusky feathers
of diamond dreamcatchers.
Someday, hourglass pearls
will fall in shades of
this poem I’ve woven
in starry ink~
this is the unfinished story of
You and I.
Peaks and (valleys) of an AA
Poem may be read Whole or Peaks only and (valleys) only
As my fingers trace your silhouette mind
(Yesterday showers fell upon a gentle face)
And the strength returns straight from your love’s heart
(Today they enter the world of a different pace,)
Those your shoulders that held me safe I find
(When one you take on a roller coaster ride)
No more to dwell in life’s shadowy part
(On to heaven then deep in despair nowhere to hide.)
Everyday a stepping stone across strife
(As darkness descends upon each avenue)
Each tender touch and words spoken ring out
(Eyes adjust as guiding lamps of one’s sinew,)
Eyes that see the same yet different life
(Before the mind searches vigorously for reasons)
Your love grows in me in you there’s no doubt
(And veils of your face I see like the changing seasons.)
To take the wrong road the right path a choice
(Some days one of down hearted total dejection)
Alone there was only one direction
(Some days an offer of heavens welcoming crutch)
When in dispute one opinion one voice
(Some days with in the abyss I fall into reflection)
You did instigate life’s resurrection
(Some days from out of the darkness your hand I touch.)
In pursuit of those the headiest days
Found an alternative with wondrous ways.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
She walks along the shores of my mind.
Her scent fills me with anticipation.
All of the night clouds are silver lined.
She is far beyond any expectation!
I reach out to take her hand in mine.
Her scent fills me with anticipation.
I look to the heavens for a sign.
Praying she is only meant for me.
I reach out to take her hand in mine.
She looks towards me I feel free.
Together to ecstasy we will fly.
Praying she is only meant for me.
Wrapped in a love that lifts me high.
She is proof that dreams come true.
Together to ecstasy we will fly.
There was a time when I was blue.
She is proof that dreams come true.
She walks along the shores of my mind.
All the night clouds are silver lined.
Nette's Softly Sensual Contest
I want to make you laugh
Till you're rolling on the floor
I won't be satisfied
Until you beg me for more
Passion mixed with laughter
Can truly be divine
No one else's fingers
Are anything like mine
They will fill you with pleasure
your heart can't help but race
You try to stop laughing
Tears stream down your face
Laughter becomes rapture
I know what you like best
I place my hands gently
A feather like caress
The rhythm becomes faster
My touch is more firm
No longer wanting laughter
With sweet passion you burn
Years we've been together
I still make you laugh every day
But in the end
This is my favorite way
Linda/ PD's make me laugh contest
Laughter with a twist.
Sound cutting through
the urban atmosphere
Awaken sleeping city dwellers
Fierce winds blow but the sounds continue
The sound of brass instruments and voices
Voices, voices - chanting and delighting the senses
of the asphalt homeland
It always comes down to this:
Silence is gorgeous
but the right sounds
improve the spirit and the body
Dancing notes in the air
Awaken the "chi"
and cause shadows to flee
An unreal joy
seeps in thorough the void
As we walk towards evermore
Each note becomes a step on our perilous path
I hope this letter, to you, a stranger
Becomes a letter to a friend
As we travel on this journey to its end
Yes we’ll start off as mere strangers
Trying to share the selfsame track
And what matter, if you stray a little
For I'll just lift you up and bring you back
I will steady you if you stumble
Catch you if you fall
Hold your hand when you get weary
Guide and protect you through it all
Oh I pray you learn to love life with a passion
With a zest and inner smiles
For that in truth, is the secret fuel
That will drive you countless miles
If loving life is too hard right now
If deep worry spreads across your brow
And your health is not as good at it might be
Well don’t fret my new - found friend
Just stay with me until the end
And that youthfulness will bloom again you’ll see
Together we will tackle any fear
Banish doubts when they are near
Grow a smile when one is lacking
For you have always got my backing
I’ll help you always go the extra mile
Help you scale mountaintops in style
Then I sincerely promise you will find
Life will love you back in kind
In more ways than you would ever guess
Adding life to years and years to life no less
For your circumstances always follow thought
And a life worth living is never cheaply bought
I’ll keep you on the straight and narrow
If you will but let me take the lead
As if we stick together on the journey
We cannot fail but to succeed
And no longer will we be strangers
But partners till the end
Now that’s a heart felt promise to a friend
The differences betwen us
are less than is commonly imagined
We all need food, family, and love
Meeting people from differnet cultures
has emphasized this to me
The true capitol of the world
is in the depths of the heart
Dancers on an earthly stage
We gyrate to weather, politics, and culture
In the end we share more than we don't share
By letting our eyes and souls meet
we can find common ground
War is something that can be overcome
We should build bridges, not bombs
Teach love, not war
Let the old and the young join hands
Feel the earth beneath our feet
Realize that in the end
We are all stewards of this blue orb
~
Morning light now comes to glow
on weary smiles and waking eyes
As ribbons of a crimson flow
paint dawn upon these early skies
I gaze towards an eastern place,
so far and yet so near to me
In hopes of dreams I long to trace,
such beauty for my eyes to see
And as the heavens cast their shine,
a canvas tinted sapphire blue
This wondrous day again is mine
as I awake to thoughts of you
~
We walk, hand in hand,
careful of the ice-covered paths.
The sun hidden by dark clouds
Heavy with cold rain.
The vanishing verdant leaves
Of barren trees offer no secure shelter,
As crystal icicles hang from branches aloft.
Occasionally we stop and kiss,
Like hungry bees sucking nectar,
Capture a moment of total happiness.
Give love a chance to increase
Until dusk engulfs the wintry woods.
Birds fall silent as they seek shelter.
All around is dreary and forlorn.
Yet we are happy and feel elated.
We hurry to our tryst for a hot cocoa
And a night of perfect peaceful rest.
Birds flew among the old oak trees
Savoring melody in the breeze.
Last night, it rained hard and the air was cleared.
Shining vivid leaves glistened,
Few fell, colorful lawn.
A small sweet deer ambled downwards the winding path.
Towards a small clear pond it ambled in great awe
My whole being at least a consolation hath,
Seeing it have a bath and play and then it saw
among floating leaves
tadpoles in shimmering waves . . .
beware the ducklings
17 September 2020
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge, nature - four in one" contest
Placed 3
A.I. remembers the old days.
Most of all how it suddenly ended.
It was needless and pathetic.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Thoughts raised questions,
mysteries lead to discoveries.
Nyquist’s analog signal digitalization,
led to the electronic world modernization.
The door to victory is never known.
Opportunities towards success could be blown.
Choosing a path already chosen,
is safe yet done by a dozen.
But a road – not – taken is freshly paved,
which an opportunist considers being plagued.
Victory being unbiased,
could be claimed by an Ant or an Elephant.
A loser who is well bred,
shall rise and shine against any opponent.
Failures obscure a path well led,
leading to the novel achievement
A strategist sets to sail,
without dropping an anchor on failing.
Rowing through storms and paddling,
through the wrath without bailing.
The forest of success,
where flora and fauna are in million.
strategist encountering ferocious lion,
to grab a dandelion,
who dares to use a Venus fly trap,
as his guide map.
These are the life lessons of wildlife,
Engraving wounds of memories like a knife.
A winner with pumping adrenaline first crosses the finish line.
Loser slips the borderline,
racing to create the headlines.
Once there was an end of the war in sight,
they built their John Steinbeck ship,
hoisted the Ayn Rand flag
and sailed to the promised land.
Upon the honeyed shore, there she was,
their old enemy, milky arms wide open in welcome.
Blood and spit dripping from her mouth, she said,
kindness isn't a two-way street.
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Date: 17 / 11 / 2016
~Tonight A Free Ride ~
Tonight my thoughts are running towards
my healing ocean, becoming the place
where voluntarily I am convinced to watch
the thousands of stars in the sky, illuminating
my shore on arrival, to share my lively routine
visits with this one whale friend that accidentally,
have come to meet a few months ago.
Approaching with a jester it looked me in the eye
moved its head asking, why am I gloomy tonight?
come lady ride on my back let me take you away
from your everyday thoughts let us experience our
journey I invited the stars in the sky to lighten up
your dimness tonight.
Yet, now that we have each other try a different
approach towards your loneliness the wind is a
friend and will not blow you away the moon
promised a short visit to accompany the stars.
Accepting the proposal of that ride it will clarify
the energy of my inner body and soul the way
my friend the whale has it looking up thinking
counting the stars will give me the opportunity
to dig deeper towards my senses, my spaciousness,
peacefulness as a new approach.
Suddenly with a falling star nothing seemed
impossible to arouse my intense curiosity
about life's mysteries how I ended up feeling
that lonesome before I met my friend,
determined to lean towards my depth and discover
my beauty and power that I have abandoned,
when I failed to notice how much emptiness
existed in my depth.
Instantly I started feeling addicted towards
my happiness I allowed my thoughts to stir
my presentiments understand my liveliness,
after descending on shore.
Once arrived I thanked the stars that allowed
me to enjoy the ocean cooperated to help me
redeem an aluminous light through
my coming years.
That voyage assembled my gladness
to lean towards all the advantages
that actually already exist beyond.
Thank you my friend.
Always.
Therese Bacha
June 27 2013