Best Waits Poems
Love waits,
patiently,
for those who dare to dream,
and envision what their future can be
while waiting for their spirit to be set free.
Suspended between sunray and moonbeam,
time stands still,
as they anticipate nature’s will
together,
-forever-
together,
as they anticipate nature’s will,
time stands still,
suspended between sunray and moonbeam.
While waiting for their spirit to be set free,
and envision what their future can be,
for those who dare to dream,
patiently,
love waits.
August 27, 2018
Streets glazed over in wintered frostings,
traffic lights reflect glistening hues
painting this sidewalk festive
As I walk, my breath floats before me,
not unlike a ghostly apparition,
then disappearing waiting on the next
Footsteps striding to the song in my head
“You and me” that is our song…
Chills converge, though not from cold,
My rapidly beating heart sings
and it stays with me, never ending in my mind,
for I dream the lyrics are her words to me
Changing lanes a slippery endeavor
as I cross over the hidden yellow lines
coated white beneath blurred tire tracks,
ruts, like life used to be…before her,
before winter became beautiful
and opening my eyes each day a blessing
Making my way to her door step,
my pulse races between each fluttering snowflake,
perhaps anticipation, perhaps nerves…
rehearsing once more,
practice makes perfect they say…
as my forever waits on me
Reaching in my pocket I remove the small box
lifting the lid I smile at the sparkle,
dispersing the rays of a November sun,
shimmering in my eyes,
now mesmerized by the wonder that is us…
hoping she will say yes
The purple race the tussock face
heather dwells in delinquent mist
fresh the morning waits to embrace
as the sun’s rays break to enlist.
For you are there my summer rose
against the wind your grace unfolds
nothing there is like nature chose
for the memory one remoulds.
Golden sunrise upon the morn
captures the diamond on the dew
nature revels in fragrances worn
scented hint of florescent hue.
The verdant valley doth display
when gentle breeze her hair to sway.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Oh my beloved,
this life can be confusing.
A plethora of recycled emotions,
sometimes result in false devotions.
Absence wounds with nostalgic reflections.
Secluded souls yearning for old satisfactions.
Oh my sweetheart,
sometimes we feel like trees in Autumn,
exposed to the harshness of an apathetic Winter.
We battle the storms, remaining defiant until Spring.
Virgin petals bloom among protective thorns in Summer.
Only a true lover knows how to cultivate in the garden of love.
Oh my darling,
you remain hidden behind stubborn veils
and even though I'm deprived of such pleasures,
patiently my eyes wait for one glimpse of heaven.
The stars are no substitute to illuminate my desires.
The moon lacks mystery in comparison to your elegance.
Oh my lover,
my lips yearn to taste forbidden nectar.
My heart envies those who breathe upon you.
My hands seem empty without a hand to hold
My eyes disinterested by this monotonous existence.
My speech disillusioned with oxymoron contradictions.
A sad soul searches among an abundance of cherry blossom trees,
to unite with a unique rose resembling a titanium chrysalis.
Upon this path of desperation, a true heart has no fear,
life is a trial with many an adversity,
the one who prevails, is the victor.
Silent One
Written 17 April 2016
Simple Musings
The sunrise paints the prairie gold,
The breeze still hums that tune of old,
Where once I’d ride with reins held tight,
Now I rock through the hush of night.
My boots sit still by the old back door,
Dusty dreams from days before.
The saddle waits on its wooden stand—
But now I hold life in my hands.
No roundup calls, no cattle cry,
Just lullabies and baby sighs.
I traded spurs for whispered songs,
And sleepless nights that stretch so long.
But oh, my heart—it rides each day,
Through love too fierce to drift away.
Though trails are quiet, and horses rest,
This little one is my newest west.
I miss the wind, the leather’s creak,
The freedom dancing on my cheek.
But I would choose this soft-eyed view
A thousand times, and all anew.
Someday soon, I’ll saddle high,
With baby watching, bright and spry.
We’ll ride again—me and the sky—
But for now, it’s lullabies.
Perched on an altar of stone,
Enduring the weather of time.
She waits...
A marble heart laments,
Sorrow...forever etched...as,
She waits...
Her eyes filled with a glimmer of hope,
Embracing her lonely stand.
She waits...
Immortal expressions of yearning,
Shaded by the garish sun...as,
She waits...
For a moment...happiness embraces her,
As she gazes at a seagull on her arm...while,
She waits...
Facing a familiar horizon,
Profound longing radiates the cold sea...as,
She waits...
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Inspired by the Statue of Opatija
Wheels of life overtake busy hours
racing along fast highway of time,
and jammed thoughts forget sunset’s delight
while roses, once in love, stoop... tires fizzle,
even when the hills fondle the peaks
of embossed leaves, there are no hours
for leisure on the streams, not yet.
Still, when evanescent light
envelopes all things tender and dusk floats
along a wing of clouds, He waits there...
The shepherd becoming one of his sheep
guiding freely, moving quietly
content as breath of air,
telling me to listen softly where
a fragile voice awakens a hum
within my bosom... a Source unseen
yet felt deeply, as if to comfort
this restless spirit that the journey lies
in not asking why, but trusting
how, in silence, He waits with me.
Richard Lamoreux's Tell Me
3/31/2015
I see her still in twilights shroud
At visions edge she’s standing still
She lives on for me, but makes no sound
Her presence felt , a loving glow.
She watches me with sightless eyes
The look that speaks but makes no sound
Where shadows spill she lingers now
But when I look I cannot see, just feel.
She should be here if fate were kind
My partner in the quite times
I miss the things she needed that I gave.
That giving soul that has now passed.
She waits, I know she does.
The bond that held will always be
She was my friend, my love, my charge.
Now my pain, my loss, my memory’s dear.
She waits in traffic while running her errands
singing along to the car radio,
then waits in lines at various places
smiling at faces she doesn’t know.
Evenings, she waits for her husband
cooking dinners she knows he will love.
Later, inside a room made for waiting,
she writes poetry prior to the appointment that alters her life.
She next finds herself waiting week after week
for the chemo to take its effect -
waiting and puking night after night,
but still always tucking her children in bed,
Bible stories read and nightly prayers said.
Soon her strength wanes, but she waits for good news.
It’s not in her nature to wait for the bad.
She waits, and her strength never wavers.
In the end, her husband is waiting on her -
hand and foot, like she’d waited on him.
They’ve laid her to rest, and her family all know
where she’s gone, she waits there for them.
Written Jan. 27, 2016
for the Becca's Inspiration "Waiting" Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
The wind wisps through the sheer lace drapery
masking the entrance of the arched window
ruffling the flowing locks of her hazel hair
poised she peers out from her red Kantha accent chair
watching the children playing hop-scotch
out on the old cobblestone drive
reminding her of days gone by
simpler times of beauty and innocence
she smells the sweet fragrance
of the brickellbush growing down below
remembering her times by the sea
and that fresh morning breeze
she puts on her dark cherry lip gloss
tasting what seems like Gram's homemade pie
bringing her back to the time she brought you home
sharing that first long tongue kiss
she hears the baby robin calling to her mom
telling her to hurry up with dinner
bringing back memories of how you used to wait
and kept waiting for each and every date
she can feel her heart beating
her pulse racing, her hands sweating
as she waits, she waits for you to come
to come and hold her heart
Today I felt my life come to an end
You took the best of me without a thought
For you was it just a game of pretend
Within your web of sultry I was caught
I don't believe that you ever loved me
Is it possible that I could be wrong
Did love somehow make you my enemy
and now I'm left to sing this horrid song
With sexy heels you stomped upon my heart
I cried as I watched you walk out the door
If only I had known from the start
I wouldn't be a puddle on the floor
Without you I don't think I will survive
When you were with me I felt so alive
I have missed you please won't you come back
The sky without you is no longer blue
Open the door of your love just a crack
Kiss me baby I want to be with you
I forgive you please dear won't you come home
Not one day is complete without your love
For you I'll write my thoughts within this poem
My dear you are a vision from above
Day and night you are always on my mind
Your beauty is truly beyond compare
There is no greater love that I will find
A life of bliss together we can share
Today my life it truly has begun
I'll worship you as if you were the sun
Thankfully a fictional write. Two English Sonnets for contest.
The past, a memory covered in fog
As shadows hold court though they come and go
A silent movie without dialogue
A dark play with tears is now a freak show
You caused the stage to go black, in shadowed form
Where tears that fell silent tried to hide
And trembling hands were caught in love's storm
Lost in a cloud of anguish, love has died
Once we were lovers, we are nothing now
As we only have the sad tomorrow
And no one will be there to take a bow
Never understood time was to borrow
To be in love again, filled with wonder
To not be sad from love split asunder
We met again, upon the ocean shore
And felt the motion of its smoothest wave
To search for reasons of our love and more
Forgive the anger which became our grave
There between the soft sand and sky, we'll find
Love lost now found, grand as the widest view
A splendid world warm as the waves are kind
To wet our quiet eyes with love that's true
We'll hold the tender hand to bond as one
Watching footprints fade in the warmest sand
And see the red sky from the setting sun
Falling into the night 'till stars command
To feel each wave upon the smoothest skin
Touch the moment when we found love again
Vows sworn for a sacred true commitment,
lust has become trust lost in just two weeks-
I’m living my days in pure resentment,
I'm no longer able to think or speak.
Our sanctioned safeguard torn from your appeal,
your foul hunger left you starving for more-
My passion and honor could you not feel?
Infidelity and bankrupt; so poor.
This betrayal has ripped my loyal soul,
broken pieces of glass instead of hope-
Who is this crude woman who makes you whole?
My intuition lacked a microscope.
Your deceit created a breach of trust-
Because you couldn’t control your filthy lust.
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You begged on bent knee for my pardon,
promised me to be faithful one more time-
But my soft heart has begun to harden,
can I picture us in bed at nighttime?
My forgiveness can only be given,
if honest love awaits in your future-
It’s a tough situation to live in,
but you’ve always been my sewn-on suture.
I needed you in our youthful sweet dreams,
I need you now if a promise you give
assurance to warrant my self-esteem,
because without you, love, I cannot live.
Absolution with compassion is sworn-
If promised loyalty without forlorn.
True Love Waits - 2 English Sonnets - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Phillip Garcia
Date Written: September 19, 2016
The lovers are gone,
their love and bruises taken with them.
Here, the farmer's son
struggled with the nobleman's heir,
so innocent and so brave
he fought for his maiden's honour,
in the field where he'd courted her
he broke his bones for her,
and lost his heroic battle
but won his magnificent war.
The battle of wits is gone,
its masters and fallen long buried.
Here, a madman, not really mad at all,
stood, knelt, scurried about,
near the centre of the field
and past the edge of his nerves;
he raged at the tempest,
begged the lightning to set him free;
drenched with regret, he trudged away,
abanoned by the nonchalant storm.
Tomorrow's travails are still,
the field waits alone.
3rd January 2019
in Pando's shadow a young maiden sings
wander'd to and fro peat bog feet sloshing
auburn locks adorned in daisy crowned rings
quite unaware that something was watching
one with thick skinned carion heart at core
to scavenge Middlemist's red camellia
he too delivered from far away shores
a renaissance ratel in rebellion
Leila leisured in shade of quaking aspen trees
treacle honey joys spilled out across her dress
temptation so strong insatiable hunger needs
dark honey badger lept from a tufted hedge
in presence one so endeared, showed no fear
for all beasts, nature's greatest gift bequeath
proffered morsel from open hand as he neared
inquisitive eyes belied soft heart and sharp teeth
forest branches embraced the two in nosh
as trembling giant's rustling now subdued
ladybugs flit from branch to dew covered moss
fingers stroked rough fur nape to back as he chewed
two walked ancestral shores as newfound kin
sniff'g this way and that among tufted pearls
claws tap entranced her soft cooing voice hymn
face framed in rivulets long carefree curls
long past gone Leila's song through far away gates
honey badger' forest friend rests - Pando waits