ALLUSIONS OF A VANISHED NOW*
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stainless-steel womb
welded shut,
buried beneath the oak's gnarled roots,
remnants given to the earth.
allusions of a vanished now~
faded sepia photographs,
a girl's clumsy drawing of herself,
a compact disc, its molded plastic brittle,
a mix of forgotten summer love songs.
headlines tell of wars, violence, and bloodshed
tidings of momentary joys~
the scent of potpourri, a best-selling book,
a poem scribbled on frangible parchment,
a smooth, grey river rock,
pocketed on some long-ago walk
treasured remembrances.
When unearthed decades from now,
will future inquirers understand
the echoes,
the desires,
the fears,
the loves,
invisibly etched in these ordinary relics?
Will they see us in the dust motes dancing
in the beam of their curious light?
Or will it all just be
a mysterious puzzle,
a murmur,
quickly forgotten,
returned to the earth's clutches?
*Note: Poem published 6/27/2025 then deleted; (Poetrysoup.com/poem/allusions_of_a_vanished_now_1737437) This is my original pom
Categories:
compact disc, 12th grade, history, time,
Form: Free verse
I am highly entertained
though I see through the window what lies there:
yes, dark cloud hovers above our street
like a piece of rag.
But we admire contraries.
I am entertained because I hear rag -
all about pineapple, reflection,
stoptime, a paragon, a maple leaf.
You would never predict your treasure,
how so many of us listen to it today,
your music downloaded or on a compact disc.
So thanks, dear old Scott, for your ragtime.
I can see that dark, hovering rag of cloud
but hear you, Scott, I'm entertained.
Categories:
compact disc, music, poetry, weather,
Form: Free verse
The majority of mine lxiii years
expended delving deep into imagination,
yours truly escaped, loosed, thwarted...
reality courtesy bookland
roaming cerebral cortex terra firmae
did not amp pulley satiate
seemingly depression found me
(an uncompetitive, oversensitive,
intuitive, contemplative bookworm)
with scrunched pate,
a day short and a dollar late
one dime a dozen lad
hood scrimp and scrape,
a familiar pattern typified fate
viz - hand to mouth bleak
how zing existence aye equate
extant throughout three score
plus three years date
journeys round el sol,
this varsity schlepper, procrastinator,
malingerer did create
current emotional state
mottled with sea henna tint
financial, emotional and
psychosocial characteristics stint
aye serum eyes while
in utero the blueprint
indelibly etched analogous
brand York Peppermint
also analogous to musician
recording tracks upon primed glint
ting digitized compact disc
clear polycarbonate plastic substrate,
a reflective metallic layer,
and a clear protective coating
of acrylic plastic
breakable as flint.
Categories:
compact disc, animal, bird, crush, divorce,
Form: Rhyme
The compact disc now adds full sound.
Our mothers preach from all around.
Explicit lyrics and songs of sin.
We sneak in vodka, some rum and gin.
KISS, The Crue and Guns N Roses.
They play the gym, big hair now poses.
I see my sweet across the stage.
J Geils we dance, rage in the cage.
The smell of hairspray and old spice linger.
We dance real close, ballad of Winger.
The high school dance I sure do miss.
My first real buzz, my first real kiss.
Our parties raged on past the dawn.
The after party still parties on.
Our hidden drinks from all of the teachers.
Come dance with me, under the bleachers.
3-18-20 : "Kim Rodrigues' DWM Contest"
Categories:
compact disc, dance, high school,
Form: Rhyme
Her Vows.
I love you more than mashed potatoes, or tea in my favourite mug.
I love you more than curling up on the sofa with a rug.
I love you more than a manicure, more than George Clooney too,
I love you more than a thunderstorm, that's how much I love you.
More than a trinket from Tiffany's (well, almost I should say)
But I 'specially love you lots and lots, today, our Wedding Day.
His vows.
I love you more than a mega-byte, or a beer on a Saturday night,
I love you more than Ipswich Town (well if they loose I think I might)
I love you more than a skiing trip, and more than five-a-side,
I love you more than fish and chips, my love I just can't hide.
I love you more than a compact disc, and more than a good read,
I'll marry you, of you'll take the risk, you're all I'll ever need.
Categories:
compact disc, humor, wedding,
Form: Free verse
Her liaison pursue are sightless males tweets
Scarfed, ogles ensnared behind the fold of risk
Envy, adoration, wrecked sentiment, colossal twist
Probability of devotion are diminutive like the mini sphere design engraved in a compact disc
Bygone evidence were inked written, typed, and hand written regarding Christopher Columbus pursue upon America
In spite of this, did records specify the responsibility of the tongue-tied branches that sentinel for Columbus, loads of telescopes concealed in the loam of trees
Shanice Austin and Chris pursue transpired alike, saplings bypassed, swap sapling with past love a past love in the past
The loam commences the soul, the drift for the correlation scroll, Chris and Shanice quest intended for their peculiar gold, the tale at the moment is unlocked, yet who possess the key to the heart to the bereaved keyhole
P.S A mystery untold
- Loverboi
Categories:
compact disc, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
AA TO DF, THE COMPLETE LIST
AA automobile association – UK’s best
AB Alberta - Canadian province in the west
AC electric currect alternating
AD anno domini - yearsafter Christ’s coming
AE famous poet real name George William Russell
AF air force as in RAF - and USAF as well
Ba barium – a chemical element
BB Brigitte Bardot - attracted every gent
BC years before Christ the Lord
BD as in CHMN. of the BD. = board
Be beryllium an element much in use
BF bloody fool - in UK , polite abuse
Ca California – beaches, suntanned crowds
Cb cumulonimbus clouds
CC cubic centimeters (as in 500cc motorbike)
CD compact disc. Or cadmium if you like
CE civil engineer (professional designation)
cf means “compare” (Latin abbreviation)
Da = Russian for “yes”
Db decibels - measure of sound, I guess
DC is where Obama works his activity
DD doctor of divinity
De = French for “of” or “from”
DF direction finder - for a plane with a bomb
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Written for Debbie Guzzi's Contest "A.C, D.C.. A.D., B.C."
Categories:
compact disc, funny,
Form: Couplet
Another Beiderbecke
Compact disc
Exacting feverous,
Gratifying harmonious
Idyllic Jazz.
Kings, Lords, make noble
Obeisance portraying
Qualifying
Ratifications.
Some, tendering
Unqualified verity, when
Exuberant youth
Zonked!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Categories:
compact disc, music, nostalgia,
Form: ABC
as promises get swept
under the front door mat
dreams hang like cobwebs in the corner
conviction is in second place
a runner up to this heartbreak
reasoning is floating out to sea
thought I knew it all, I
guess now I know better
nothing seems to last forever
I lay awake reflecting on this
we came far, but had further to go
as the dust settles on the past
and unsung songs echo in memory
a compact disc of what could have been
Categories:
compact disc, introspection
Form: Free verse
Lost like a butterfly swarming with bees
or a silvery birch in a row of pine trees
a star which fell headlong into the sea
to light up dark ships and their sunken debris
Caught like an afterthought while you were crying
a bird with his wings clipped while he was flying
the look in your eyes when you've just been caught lying
shaking your head with integrity dying
Tossed like a record or a scratchy 8-track
with my plastic all scuffed and my labels peeled back
replaced by blank tapes in a shrink wrapped 6 pack
to be tossed by the compact disc era attack
Bruised like the perfect peach left in the sun
or the knowledge I have that I'm never the one
A soul injury which has quickly spit spun
into losing the war as the battle's begun...
Categories:
compact disc, introspection, life, lost love,
Form: I do not know?