Like a deadly drug, it makes us dance
Put our nose in the air, turn our backs .
Craven souls, want another chance.
Walking over friends, we call hacks?
On, yes we sign, love, but mean it not!
How many trophies can I win ~ I want!
More flattery, please, as we do begin,
On this racetrack of pride,self loved sin!
Classical poets here, very despised.
Only new poetry forms have a place.
We want only our names in the skies.
Self-aggrandizement, a sad disgrace.
4/19/2023
One morning, enchanting poetry
screamed through the screen of my P.C,
poems to question, when
‘Collaborating in the clouds’ poems of humour,
‘No farting allowed’, A little bit of sin’
And then the intellect and learning of the
‘Roman Legion’.
No surprise when along with Shakespeare,
Wordsworth, and other classical poets, and
Modern day Taylor Swift, she was chosen
With her poetry by a Russian university,
To study, not forgetting ‘Crown of Sonnets’
To add to her repertoire of wonderful
Diverse poetry.
My humble attempt to raise the profile
Of ‘Mandy Tams’ Who could believe
When reading her poetry, especially
The humourists ones. That she was given
A life sentence of disability, with a
Contaminated polio pill as a 2-year-old.
‘Mandy Tams’ 8/6/2021
© Harry J Horsman 2021
These days of changing values can be hard:
What once was just, today's considered wrong.
Some things encouraged now at one time jarred,
Abandoned now are values once held long.
Unquestioned rules and customs are eschewed,
And standards jettisoned yet not replaced.
What once was fixed has now become unglued,
While words which all revered are now erased.
But while injustices should be redressed,
Iconoclasm can exceed all sense—
When free expression finds itself suppressed,
Then tolerance becomes a sad pretense.
For though things change, some things stay valid still:
Light is not dark, nor yet is good now ill.
This sonnet has received an Honorable Mention in the Society of Classical Poets 8th Annual Poetry Competition.
Sons of Memory (For those among you in the soil)
I render this verse to sons of memory
Who have been trailblazers to the history-
In poetry world and many beyond.
I doff my hat to you in your lone ground-
Where words deafen world but dear to your wall.
With all sense of commitment I snowball
For this age to re-elevate your name.
Let it accords your hands the deserved fame
And trails your paths in and out and with lines.
Should this age will spoon satisfactory spines.
Friday February 28, 2014.
Dedicated to all classical poets and writers of other genres
Who have gone to the great beyond.
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