When I first set eyes on you
I was thrown back
to a time when I was on a bumpy track.
I still recall that time of slippers
and bouts of jitters.
It was a phase
where I was lost in a maze.
Now I close my eyes
to cut the ties
to a past
where I was stuck in a blast.
strength only comes through the higher power
beautiful like a lightning flash
thunder claps like a wild wave crash against the light reflective sun
turn the other cheek to heaps coals of fire on your enemies,
churning every so often in the sea's bewildered breeze
turning darkness and caves to bright shining light
Be a shining light to the darkest mysterious tunnels in life
Lets cut off the fighting and strife
Shoot for light instead of death without fearing for our life.
Fight the good fight on the side of life...Light will guide the way
roe roe roe your boat we got a leak ~ right to choose looks really bleak
very unfairly terribly scary ~ wades back the hanger technique
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03/05/22
in those suave forties
a musical safety net
till an explosion
Rock ‘n’ Roll group with number one hit
Lead singer with soul till his pants split
Each beat in lyrical farts
Blew away the music charts
Before embarrassment made them quit.
Later on TV, no music requiem just blowin’ out the wind.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Las Vegas nights
Bright flashing lights
Guests arrive in droves
To visit gamble and let loose
Their private jets and stretch limos
Hollywood royalty on tour
Dressed for a neverending gala
The glamour and the pomp
Living it up at The Sahara
Exclusive parties in penthouse suites
Cocktail waitresses in skimpy outfits
Pouring lavish drinks as you desire
High on oxygen pumped through the air
A different era of glitz and glamour
Has less than everything really changed
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
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Will their be a New Government
Is this some kind of trick
Will His name be Lucifer?
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The infamous' 666
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Fore we....
Have been a fore warned
Way back from the day'
That their will be no ' GOD '
Before He..
And that is the only way'
That we shall see Him
On Calvary....
And that it is to He
That we must pray...
Gary Fields
Poet Author
copyright Apr2012
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I’m many years and miles away
From when I went to school.
Those days are tucked inside my brain
And stay there, as a rule.
But walking on the street today,
Right near where I reside,
My high school days and present ones
Did suddenly collide.
A man was strolling, looking down,
His sweatshirt boldly lettered.
I saw my high school name and
Memories became unfettered.
I asked him if he’d gone there
And his graduation date.
He beat me by ten years or so,
But we could still relate.
No matter where we go in life
And how much we’ve amassed,
We’ll never travel far enough
To leave behind our past.
I was with you until I was ten, then the Lord came and took your hand;
Goodbye was hard to say, I was so young when you went away.
Time went on, abuse and pain, all my sunshine turned to rain;
My father's house was dark and cold, loneliness consumed my soul.
Then one day as I walked home, someone whispered, "your not alone!"
I stopped to look about, nothing there so I went on.
Once at my door, fear gripped my heart;
I could see my step-mom was drinking, there was a darkness, coming, creeping!
I hurried past her to my room, she followed me with doom and gloom;
then I saw what was in her hand, my heart sank like shifting sand!
She held a gun close to her side, there was a gleam of glee deep in her eyes;
she lifted it up to my head, my eyes on hers in deep concern,I collapsed upon my bed.
There was no sound, no light, no shout, but I could feel angels of God all about;
My heart it trembled deep inside, as my fear turned to courage, I could not hide.
I sat and faced death that day, and Jesus held me all the way;
Soon she dropped the gun back down, she couldn't do it, and without a sound;
she turned and crept away!
I was twelve years old that day!
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