Best Ways Poems
Your willing lips encased entwined with mine
The taste as soft as the morning cast dew,
Emerald eyes the clarity of wine
Brings to mind the wondrous Castle to view.
Your voice as sweet as Thrush in harmony
A chorus awakened to the sunlight,
Penetration of love in litany
In deep alliteration morn till night.
Embraced in shackled touch with bonds thus bind
Oh I will of words pen of this love found,
You took a sad heart upon like did find
Staid the exterior yet ardour sound.
Your love's reflection my happiest days
This need to tell you in so many ways.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
A true story, based on family oral tradition
from the oldest part of the city of Bern,
capitol of Switzerland, where my mother was
born and raised, in the Nydegghoff)
He lighted the candle with a quivering hand,
his overcoat seeming to weigh down the old man.
He paused in the aisle to genuflect,
and wondered if God knew his heart was a wreck.
He found a pew and got to his knees,
hands clasped together, he sent out his pleas.
He is old and he's tired, now he's alone,
his wife died last Spring, now his house wasn't home.
They'd been blessed with one son, he'd died in the war,
and now there was nothing for him to live for.
He prayed until his knee pain was great,
then sat back in the pew and tried not to shake.
The cathedral was beautiful; he loved the stained glass,
but, oh, they brought memories of Sundays past.
How could he make it through Christmas alone
in a house that was empty, no longer a home?
The kitchen was silent and cold as a tomb,
but her scent lingered on in their modest bedroom.
He said one last prayer, then rose to his feet,
genuflecting again, he went out on the street.
He walked home near blindly, not even aware
of the snow that was landing on his shoulders and hair.
He was cold inside, his heart like a stone,
and he felt completely and utterly alone.
He turned down his street, saw his porch light's glow,
and only then realized it had started to snow.
He opened his gate, thought of making some soup,
but froze in his tracks at the sight on the stoop.
On his porch sat a basket, the old wicker kind,
he thought for a moment, he was losing his mind.
Inside the basket that sat on his mat,
were three tiny kittens and one momma cat.
What a pitiful sight, so cold and so thin,
he scooped up the basket and hurried them in.
He found some canned tuna and warmed up some milk,
gently petting the babies, whose fur was like silk.
He never discovered who left those cats there,
but, as his love grew, he no longer cared.
His wife had loved cats and this comforted him,
as they slept on his head, or tucked under his chin.
The kittens grew quickly, as they're wont to do,
amused by their antics, his love grew and grew.
There was laughter and joy 'til the end of his days,
for God works, as you know, in mysterious ways.
Rainbow skies, ocean current withdrew.
Girl's pert swirls, soft unbound hair, where pearls
shelled mollusk would dare to clasp its curls.
Radiance eyes special gentle blue.
Three feet exhilarating handful.
Sweet, inescapable mud stain cheeks;
cuteness with endless hugs, sunshine streaks,
briny wave tears drop flow buckets full.
Barefoot, tattered, and grass sully knees.
Magpie, explores never says goodbye.
Cheesecake berries-double bubble sky.
Pink My Little Ponies perched on trees.
Night pledges stardust dreams and fairies.
Sleep little angel, in star full clouds,
stories with lullabies among crowds
of flowers, hummingbirds, and bunnies.
Gnomes tease chuckles and granted wishes,
rainbow snow cones, cherry lollipops.
Wake to orange sunrise final drops
and endless love, bear hugs, and kisses.
2/16/2018
Poetry Contest: Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Beneath soft stars and moonlight rays,
I watch her dance without a care.
Her feet enchant in mystic ways,
as gusts entwine through her gold hair.
I watch her dance without a care.
Her passion lights up the night skies.
A blaze ignites within her eyes.
Her feet enchant in mystic ways.
With swirls and twirls she casts her spell.
In rhythms where angel spirits dwell.
As gusts entwine through her gold hair,
her shadow fades into the dark.
In my soul her light leaves its mark.
The road split two ways
The traveler stood and stewed
He was holding up traffic
Though he sought not to be rude
One sign said, 'The Easy Life'
The other, 'Eternal Rest'
He honestly didn't know
Which one would be best
He heard a voice under him
Above him, a second voice too
One voice for each road sign
Both sounded good ~ What to do...
He startled himself with a shock of a thought
His life had been hard; had it all been for naught
Right then and there he knew which road to choose
So, he laid himself down and proceded to snooze
* * * * *
My tale has been told; there's nothing more to say
I hope it has brightened a part of your day
And that you thought to yourself what you might just do
When a fork in the road one day greets you
Yesteryear, dreams as promises perched on my pillow. Faithscapes
were landscaped with dream manifestations. Yet, arrival was aloof
to youthful years when I lacked fears and my strength was of infinite,
eager length. Now, in my winter, I often sight dream chances. How
cruel time is to deliver dream possibility slivers in winter when one's
vitality is history and old age, a reality!
Written: May 2nd, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Len Gasun
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If a house is brimming with lovely delight,
where laughter lights the day, and love is light.
Grandkids gather, giftings glimmer of grace,
their winsome wonder warming all the space.
Good children, grown, still gentle in their ways,
bring balm to burdens, light to lingering days;
A family’s fervor—full, familiar, true—
turns simple hours into something new.
In this sweet symphony of kin and cheer,
life’s luster deepens, dazzling year by year.
THE COMMANDER "IN" CHIEF" IS "IN" THE MILITARY"!!!!!! HE OR SHE GETS "TO BE",ALL AT THE SAME TIME: IN "ALL THE MILITARY FORCES!!! ARMY,NAVY,AIR FORCE,MARINES,NATIONAL GUARD!THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF GETS RELIEF ,AND WILL ALWAYS BE "JUDGED" BY CIVILIANS,AND MILITARY JUSTICE IN THIS "DEMOCRACY" TO MAKE "DEMOCRACY TRUE"!! IN DEMOCRACY WE STILL GIVE "THE ELECTRIC CHAIR" SO IT IS GOOD TO BE AWARE THAT IF YOU DO NOT "LOVE" : BE WARE OF THE ELECTRIC "CHAIR" FOR THOSE WHODO NOT CARE ABOUT "LOVE"!!!!THE RESIDENT WHO IS PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS "THE ONLY ONE",WHO IS AND "UNDER"
,UNDER',UNDER, BOTH "MILITARY JUSTICE" "EVERY DAY",AND CIVIL JUSTICE EVERY DAY!!!! THIS IS "THE U.S.A.!!! WE PRACTICE WHAT WE PREACH,AND WE REALIZE HOW TO "IMPEACH"!!!IF THE PRESIDENT AFTER ALL OF THE FACTS HAVE BEEN DISCLOSED THAT WARRANTS AN IMPEACHMENT ARE DENIED THEN "MILITARY JUSTICE" WILL CAUSE "DEMOCRACY" TO SURVIVE" IN "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY'S WRATHFUL EYES ON THOSE WHO WOULD NOT LOVE: THEY REJECTED LOVE,AND FINALLY FOUND "HELL BELOW"!!!! qUO-QUO-!!!IN "REALITY AND TRUTH "THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA" IS A "MILITARY MAN",AND WHEN "IN DOUBT OF IMPEACHEMENT" "THE U.S.A. PUTS THE PRESIDENT IN MILITARY HANDS FOR JUSTICE,AND JUDGEMENT,AND LETS "WE THE PEOPLE" ASSIST " IN THAT PLAN"!!!IF THE PRESIDENT IS NOT IMPEACHED ,AND CONVICTED BY CIVILIAN COURTS,HE WILL BE PUT INTO "MILITARY COURTS": ARMY,NAVY,AIR FORCE,MARINES,AND THE NAVY SEALS,! HE MIGHT BE EXONERATED OR CONVICTED ,AND MIGHT BE IMPEACHED OR NOT: HE MIGHT BE EXONERATED ON THE SPOT? THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS "COMMANDER IN CHIEF" OF "ALL THE MILITARY FORCES" ,AND IS "UNDER " MILITARY JUSTICE,AND UNDER CONGRESS,AND IS UNDER THE SENATE: THE ONLY RELIEF THAT THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA HAS IS TO WORK FOR "WE THE PEOPLE",AND UPHOLD "DEMOCRACY",AND FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,AND SHOW HIS TAXES,AND HIS TAX RETURNS LIKE MOST REPUBLICANS DO,AND MUST DO OR PUT HIMSELF ABOVE MOST REPUBLICANS,BY NOT SHOWING HIS TAXES,AND REALLY PUTTING "HIMSELF" ABOVE "THE LAW"""!!!! LOVE IS THE LAW! NO MATTER WHAT WE DO WE CAN "DO" ONE" COMMANDEMENT" WHILE HAVING ORAL SEX! WE CAN LOVE!! THE PRESIDENT CAN PAY HIS FAIR SHARE OF TAXES OR BE IMPEACHED BY A MILITARY COURT,AND LOVE THE PEOPLE WHO ELECTED HIM WHO HAVE PAID THEIR TAXES!
I always wanted more
Than you were prepared to give;
It leads us now to separate ways
With altered lives to live.
My heart will always beat for you
With what little is left intact;
Love for you has come and gone
So now there's no turning back.
If you ever have a lonesome day
With nothing else to do;
Think back on our love filled days
When my love was all for you.
A collabortion with my dear friend
Dan Kearly who "gets in the mood"
now and then.
Maybe he ate his vitamins and their minerals and oranges and apples all at once again and again
Or ran laughing down the rugged rocks of a ruthless reality
Maybe he flew singing up to the cold concrete ceiling on a chair
Or drank dated dark liquid from a damp factory dumpsite
People think his lungs liked lighting the lily-white smoke they lived on
And I’ve even heard he sullenly slit several sections of his wrists so he could sign a letter
Maybe he jumped joyfully in front of a jeep window that had Jesus joining hands with Judas for prayer
Or pressed the pallets out of the pistol till the pieces pierced his parched throat
Maybe he took tablets off the table till they took their toll
Or cut carelessly into his chest’s cave and coincidentally revealed his heart
People say he bashed his brains out with a baseball bat
And some are sure he sucked in air and sat still till his stomach swelled
I say he lived life and loved and loathed
Living always kills you too quickly.
The Many Ways God Speaks To Us
There are many ways God’s seeking
To make Himself known.
But is man listening and looking
To understand Nature’s revealing crown.
It talks to our human senses
Every waking moment of the day.
And in the night so deep and dark,
His starry heavens come into play.
In the smile of a new born baby
And those tiny hands so sweet,
God shows us His creation glory
Our own image to repeat.
In Spring it is the flowers
And their aromatic perfume;
The lambs frisking with each other;
Birds and their babies singing the same tune.
In the lakes and babbling brooks
He speaks to us as well.
Full of fish and waterfalls—
Many ignored stories to tell.
The wind whispering through the trees
But never can be seen;
Sways the tallest of the forest;
Then disappears like a dream.
We see Him in the thunder storm
And in lightning bolts so bright.
They light up His majestic heavens,
Even in the darkest night.
In the white snow of winter,
When those flakes begin to fall,
Gently in their uniqueness
They rest to cover one and all.
If we would but look and listen
To see God’s many ways
Of teaching us precious lessons
Of obedience and praise.
Stars in their trackless courses
Follow their appointed place and time.
Why does man think he’s so different;
Self-sufficient, yet needing the Divine?
The many ways God speaks to us
Are far too many to name.
How can anyone say, “There’s no God”,
Such blindness should be put to shame.
God’s creation is all around us
In the sun, moon, stars and sea;
In everything beautiful He’s created
That surrounds us lovingly.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
Always wanting more
Than you were prepared to give
Leads us now our separate ways
With altered lives to live
My heart will always beat for you
With what little is left intact
Love for us has come and gone
So there will be no turning back
If ever you have a lonesome day
With nothing else left to do
Think back on our love filled days
When my love was all for you
Dan Kearley:10-23-11
A very special thanks to Elizabeth Wesley
For sharing her mind with mine
In another beautiful collaboration :-)
Waves shore-bound break in a calm jade translucence
Our time together fades into tranquil eternal bliss
Tonight there are broken bits of moon
scattered about the surface of a rippled pond,
trying to draw themselves together again
like a broken web of spider silk after a rain.
If I were a window, I would open myself
and let you hear the spaces that surround
these broken bits of light, small dancing shards
of my heart folding itself inward around
the words I would once have spoken.
But now, I can't let the words
trickle through my own mind,
I can never let them get to my tongue
or even to my fingertips...
I am becoming my own silence.
...but love,
love cries for ways to speak.
~
“Shadows grow so long before my eyes”
In silhouettes of dreams past and present
Deep within my desperate heart,
as I yearn for your love, reaching for my pen,
digging through postage stamps and paperclips
“And they’re moving, across the page”
Producing odd shapes on striped paper,
outlines of shaded emotions and verses
Calling out your name in bold ink
and rhyming stanzas of affection
“Suddenly the day turns into night”
Twilight steps over the horizon
as tree top edges touch newly glowing stars
Peering through curtains of cosmic lace
and flickering candlelight with soft breezes
“Far away, from the city”
Miles counted by minutes can be
a daunting task if I hesitate, yet footsteps in the dark
follow paths illumined by your eyes,
as my need grows for your love…I just can’t wait
“Baby, I love your ways”
~
Written with a little help from Peter Frampton
Italicized lines from the song “Baby, I love your ways”