Best Unzipped Poems
As I was busy “being”
just who I am,
I didn’t care what others were seeing.
To be as they wish, would be a sham
and I will not be part of a scam.
People are really the sum
of everything that has touched their lives.
When others take issue with what you’ve become,
don’t expect to receive high fives.
If you stay true, your uniqueness survives.
No one can tell you what to feel,
when to laugh or how to pray.
The very act of being real
will find you rising above the fray,
dispelling regrets each day.
For if you submit to playing a role
that doesn’t fit your personality,
you’ll dig yourself deep into a hole.
Don’t succumb to others’ mentality;
maintain your individuality.
*English Quintain by Carolyn Devonshire for Nancy's "Unzipped Lips" contest
Watching my grand-children run and play
It makes the mind wander, back to the day
Such a joy to see things as fresh and new
When you could imagine, a splendid view
The joy to smell the scent of fresh mowed hay
Watching my grand-children run and play
Watching birds as they stop, look and fly away
Dream of floating in clouds, on this glorious day
You say it's a waste of time, it won't pay the rent
Or is that our excuse as we increase our debt
Watching my grand-children run and play
It seems the older we get, the faster we stray
We borrowed this land from our grand-children you see
Will we leave children a lush garden or a dead sea
Have we crippled their spirit, with a world in disarray
Watching my grand-children run and play
Meet me at the same place
Just for one last time
There's nothing left to lose now
For you were never mine
I tried to speak the words
I was to terrified to say
Seems I was right to fear
You've already turned away
You knew that I'd be angry
Disallowed me to react
Responding to the fiction
Without hearing the fact
And if I really know you
I know when you chose to walk
You left a space wide open
To encourage me to talk
So I spoke the words I promised
That would never never my mouth
Because I believe that closure
Shouldn't hold a trace of doubt
I wanted you to know that
Every 'Love Ya' that I wrote
Was just some smoke and mirrors
For the real words gripped my throat
But now there's no prevention
The worst already walked through
I'm not afraid to tell you now
I think I've always loved you.
PoetNaveed ©
The pocketbook
Thrown upon
The car seat
Hangs precariously
Unzipped
First attempt at
Gogyohka
Haven't a clue if correct
even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
horoscopes often lie, tearful eyes become dry
jobs come and go, people you thought you knew, you never really know.
hello's become goodbye's
doing the lows, put you on your highs
what was occasionally is now often...
and what was often is now seldomly...
the words I LOVE YOU starts to sound rehearsed
...and the things you used to do out of love, now seems like a chore.
you're older now, past times that used to be fun, is now a bore
love has it's conditions, hearts can change positions
what was always, now seems like never
the sad days ain't getting no better...but the bad days make you more better
...and the places you thought you'd go, you never really went
...and the people you thought you'd meet, you haven't seeked.
...and trust me, you know when the rain turns into hail, but when all else fails...
U LIVE, cause that's LIFE.
U live Life
Attention please, many fishes have been hooked by the bait
They flutter their eyes, cross their legs and excuse the death rate
Desensitized by the detest, violence, and killings
But then having the body exposed is way too chilling
Excited in all the madness, there’s no problem with all the gore
After all, it’s in the history books and nursery rhythms lore
Movies and television glorify all the blood lust
It’s all good showing the body being blown into dust
Haters and avengers will go and justify their cries
Self-Righteous amateur politicians with all the silly lies
What is so horrible about verbalizing what love making is?
Structuring different words to fail an anatomy quiz
A banana cream pie is one of many metaphors
Cultures unjustified rules adding to the list of chores
Updated 5/14/2019
Part 1
1958 (Introduction to employment)
Often I drift back to the days, where it all began. To feel again
the sharp brisk morning air against my inferior nakedness,
whilst sprightly making my way down school lane, towards the local builder’s yard,
to earn my weekly pittance!
here where the first day ritual, of one’s treatment an introduction to.
“Left handed screw drivers, buckets of steam,
(and don’t forget the lid,)
sky hooks for the innovative amongst us;
and grease around the balls ‘had they been quick enough!’”
My last day of education, teacher said I was a hopeless case,
the picture they drew for me, was one of depression.
“Curriculum vitae” none existent buried deep within my soul.
“God! What I’d give to be a footballer.”
(“Newcastle United” Laid heavy on my mind.)
Yet! Who was there to help me? Why this constant inability to learn when
no one spent the time to coax, or simply understand, and encourage,
while indoctrination imprinted from many years past, handed down through
generation to generation, taught one that,
“Hard work never hurt anyone.”
(“It bloody killed my father!”)
Employment a new world, the master’s menu
now activated upon an innocent ego, waiting to be stirred, by the privileged.
To confuse the gullible “Master” moves in many devious ways, to coerce one to believe in
a system that spawns tyranny! “These Rams of society” Manipulators all, whose ecstasies
of sweet moments are drawn from the cries of menial men, those whom when on his morning tour of the works, doff their caps, as one would when Pharaoh entered the room, therefore destined to wander aimlessly, within each corporation statutory limits.
It was here an introduction to the red power, born from ideological ideals,
collective thoughts being their strength, leaving individuality as a nonentity, and a friendly threat that left me cold inside.
Yes! It is this system I grew to despise so much, yet kindled by England’s very own
“Twin seeds of learning.”
© Harry J Horsman 2012
''LOVE always hurts when not on the right time
when not with the right person
when not in the right place
and when not at the perfect moment''
i heard noises from nowhere
but the clearest voice was yours
yeah, love is everywhere
but dear, where are you now?
i smell the flowers scent
but your fragrance lasts longer
yeah, love is blind
but dear, it is when every sense do become numb.
i hate being rejected
but i hate most is when you leave me
hanging for something that was impossible to have
and that is your "LOVE"
> i am too stupid to fell from a person who will never be deserving for my love
who is numb . . .
you my dear that never felt the love i always give without asking anything
or me that until now
never realize that no matter what i do
it is always be an "impossibe" thing to have your sweetest "YES"?
"do i deserve this?"
Keep your opinion to yourself & let people live
Just because you think your perfect doesn't mean you are.
Tell me to grow up?
You grow up.
Honestly the mistakes you preach about
Are in fact the mistakes you made at one point...
Live and learn?
More like live, screw up and take your life's mistakes out on me.
Yes maybe you did get pregnant at 17 with my HALF sister
Then preach that teens shouldn't be retarded and should grow the heck up..
Well sweetie im sure when the pregnancy test displayed a plus, You were just as helpless and lost as the ones you criticize today.
Pathetic really.
Set an example why don't you? I mean after all just because you got me to eighteen doesn't mean you throw the towel in and stop parenting..
Want a medal now or something?
I vow to never parent like you.
You had to rough of a childhood to parent in my opinion
You experienced it all; Foster homes, abusive parents, pedophile brothers etc..
Yet here you stand, re-mending your broken home and life through me.
A perky woman stepped inside
The elevator car.
I’d never seen her, so her words
To me were quite bizarre.
She turned her back to me and asked
(Formalities she’d skipped)
If I would help her out because
Her dress was not quite zipped.
Of course, I hastened to comply –
I guess she couldn’t reach –
But in the rules of etiquette,
I think this was a breach.
For asking someone’s help to dress
Seems much more apropos
If assistance comes from somebody
You actually know!
These words are from
the depths,
Of a nightmare I dare not
fathom...
These written antidote,
For that which consumes
me inside...
Time fly fast
Can these "wingless"
words?
I try to masquerade
these words in lines,
Trying to hide that
which is visible to the
eyes,
Am hurt..Am afraid....Am
confused...
I wear these smiles,
clothe my bitterness,
Embellish it with
beauty..
Faces are truly mask,
Obscuring the wounded
spirit...
If I could say,
If you may,
I'll scream for relief,
From the horrors of
reality....
It hurts,the truth, it does,
These lies are my own
pain killer...
I stand here, no one to
turn to
Everyone on the fast
lane of their reality...
No,''how are you"
"How can I aid you"
They all say "we care"
But that's a lie well said
S.O.S! This soul cries of
the midst of the
blackness
Held south by a dark past
Held north by a blur
future
S.O.S! I dial...
Someone pick up the
phone!
(When ever I feel like
this..I go on my knees
and pray for GODs
mercy..and affirm his
words for my life...and
it real helps..)
****FOR "THE UNZIPPED
LIPS" CONTEST***
So my first lesson taught me, if intellect spawns logic, then of that I want no part!
“Orwell” Had the answer;
in satire the presidium displeased, when he made it plain to everyone,
one cannot rule with precision as one would a farm yard,
whilst to break life down to simple motivation, one would easily find, that profit in the making,
would ne’er be a grind!
My first ever tea break, the day just got more gloomy, the Daily Mirror headline
“Cyprus” Reels in ethnic turmoil the “Middle East” In rebellious mood,
the old “Empire” Pursues its ethical standards only to find sorrow and historical hate.
But master the establishment is, come subtlety, to keep enquiring minds within the bounds of decency.
“Garfield Sobers” Takes the heat off, when he scores one run for each day of the year. 365
Eighteen year old “Pele” The “Black Pearl” Creates a purpose for millions,
his country “Brazil” And the World cup, headline all of the sports pages.
The newly elected “Pope” Gives hope to many, a new era, upon the old cross?
Yet it is man himself that needs the time, to seek the understanding that bewails his plight.
Alas, of that he has no one to blame only the system, that gave fame to
“Tommy Edwards” and his number one hit “IT’S ALL IN THE GAME”
© Harry J Horsman 2012
I think I’m not totally stupid
I didn’t know I was dense
I can read and reread some poems
And still don’t know what was meant
I totally miss the basic meaning
Behind cleaver use of words
The intent is so camouflaged
I can't hear what should be heard
To me it just sounds likes gibberish
What are they trying to say?
I try hard to construe the meaning
But don’t seem to think that way
I have an engineering background
I expect words explicit
Redundancy should be avoided
Is that why I can’t get it?
Of course all these poems are not wrong
The fault is surly all mine
Maybe if I keep playing the game
I’ll understand given time
You drive me crazy each time I try to call.
You don't answer me in person at all.
You tell me to hold but what am I supposed to hold.
You tell me someone will be there but all you play is music.
Is that supposed to soothe the soul,
Then we start to play a game.
You start to number things, so I could guess, in this game.
How do you know, if, the number is right or do I have to guess?
You give me so many options, yet none seem to fit.
Then I pull my hair out in fright.
Why can't you put on a person who talks?
Why do you think I like playing this crazy game?
When you sense my frustration,
You tell me to push 0 to speak to a person.
I push 0 and talk to a person but I sit back and wonder,
Why--- no person--- was there in the first place.
The fingers did the walking but I still needed to do the talking.
5/26/12
the other night i spent with her,
and those memories come racing back and those moments i clearly remember.
Tenderly she pecks & kisses me on the lobe of my left ear,
to awaken me from my slumber to the sweet face of my dear.
My fresh seeking eyes, they open up to her graceful smiles,
Her eyes hold a world within them & with fondness for me deep insides them for miles.
Staring into each other’s eyes,
For moments of togetherness our bodies, hearts and souls cries.
Love you very much she whispers softly,
Love you too my darling my breath hums fondly.
Now in this sacred moment of sweet togeatherness, us alone,
Her face seems to me so sweet and body glows with beauty lustfully full blown.
Am really blessed to be here now with her for these moments a few,
Passionately & rapturously harness myself to make love & my feeling, churn and brew....