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Blood Moon

There is a moon stuck inside the stoplight
A still unblinking gaze controlling blood tides
Circulatory system like New York City in the seventies
The thrashing of my tire fire heart led
To the tribute of an overzealous blood tithe

With the buzzing of the latch relay circuit
Night and day, the cosmic light switch clicks
Itself into place, there is no

Categories: circuit, allegory, anger, animal, change,
Form: Free verse

CHITLIN CIRCUIT-

In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines

I LAMB COVING MY LINKAGE
My beef is forced anger
So goose my way through life passages go figure
I goat what I eat what I ate aspirate danger
My by product waste excrement, temperament
 Cleanse out covered wrinkle tribe 
Neither lamb fry nor black pot 

In my feelings

Categories: circuit, blessing, community, how i
Form: Dramatic Verse

Short Circuit Thoughts

I'm sitting here with short circuit
thoughts.
In a lousy dilemma, I don't know 
what to do.
I had a thousand watts dreams for 
this love affair.
But it all came crashing down due 
to the fact that it was a microwave 
type of love.
We didn't let it take time to bake or
simmer in a crockpot.
Now it's over, faster

Categories: circuit, how i feel, lost
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Short Circuit

The current whizzes around the wire.
If there's no resistor, there will be fire.

Categories: circuit, funny, science,
Form: Rhyme

Circuit Break

Burning flame, lost tears, don’t expect any compassion for your soul here.
Burning flame, dark skies, don’t expect a sympathetic soul to hear your cries.

Life burning, sorrowful screams.
Let them die alone on hospital beds as they don’t matter, blame it on their weak genes. 

Silent nights, they can’t breathe! 
Your life does not matter to this

Categories: circuit, absence, abuse, anger, bereavement,
Form: Free verse

Circuit

rain drops replenish
comatose cascade hastens
potent ocean serves

© Harry J Horsman 2018

Categories: circuit, nature, water,
Form: Haiku

Weekly Circuit Rodeo

After a long week it is Friday,
and that means it’s time to go
to a corral twenty minutes off,
the weekly circuit rodeo.

Get there early ’cause they always have
a barbeque before it starts,
also basic line-dancing lessons
for ladies and their sweet-hearts.

Drifting through the nearby western store
while things are getting ready,
buy a new belt with an eagle print,
it’s both

Categories: circuit, animal, celebration, culture, fun,
Form: Cowboy Poetry

Circuit Race

Stop watch

timed out

Categories: circuit, race,
Form: I do not know?

A Fly Grasping Warmth While Perched On An Integrated Circuit

my feelers feel a moldy cheese wheel 
to the dented and bitten side, slapping 
pushing, thumbing down, break a chunk 
and bring close to my eyes to take 
a look. there are my brothers, they  
look hither and see my eight thousand 
eyes gazing upon squirming fatness 
in the festering fuzzy fungus sauce. 
not

Categories: circuit, insect,
Form: Free verse

Closed-Circuit

The nest of wires
so loosely tethered
at the base of control
suffers from rigidity
while hard-linked
to each portal of
infinity

until cracks snake
the foundation
like menacing grins,
all mirthlessly mouthing
infallible truth
behind certain
fallibility:

every age rises
before diminishing
to bury discovery
as treasure precious
within the driving
will of all forms
sentient.

Categories: circuit, allegory
Form: Free verse

Dreamtide Hours (Circuit Poetry)

As rushes meet the newborn sky
and dew damp moments briefly lie
upon a sleeping kingdom drawn
from quiet visions yet unquelled
and shaken dry by breaths of dawn. 

Serenity too quick dispelled
where silence just before had dwelled.
A tightly lidded dreamer clings
as noontide beats the drum of day
and substance clips Utopian wings.

In heat of warring battle-rays
all fragile crowns meet

Categories: circuit, imagination, time, day, ,
Form: Rhyme

Frank and the Circuit Preacher

The Circuit Preacher came to town, 
and the word of God he preached, 
At the end of his sermon, 
our souls he did beseech. 
 
	We all stood shuffling around, 
	like calves stuck in the mire, 
	We’d only come to see the foreman’s sisters, 
	who were singing in the choir.  
 
What happened next

Categories: circuit, cowboy-western, faith, funny, inspirational,
Form: Cowboy Poetry