Moisture found a passage way into my eyes,
And engendered tear drops when from a web site
Called 'Classmates' came a greeting from a fellow high
School student who became the wife of a treasured friend.
She greeted me with the words, "I hope you are blessed".
My reply to her was, "Indeed, I am blessed". Notwithstanding,
While reflecting upon the life of my early demising friend,
The age-old question of 'why the good die young' surfaced
Once more from the pages of my musing mind.
We often think that there will be lots of questions posed
To the Lord when we all get to heaven. However, I also think
That on other occasions, beholding The Master's face will
Quickly erase or remove every question. Moreover, the former
Things that we found memorable on earth will fade, and the
'All things made new' will enflame our every existence. But until
Then, I will treasure the memory of my awesome friend Charles.
041522PS
Categories:
demising, friendship,
Form: Narrative
Maybe, that pyre is lighting up,
This demising dusk , so dark , so dry,
But , that pyre is cause of some,
Bleeding heart and oozing eyes!
Maybe, these winds are blowing away,
These ashes black and dark dirt,
But these blowing ashes are tearing some,
Oozing eyes and bleeding heart!
Oh , maybe a sudden death, gloom us,
But , everyone in this world will die,
And , maybe time will heal some,
Bleeding heart and oozing eyes!
Categories:
demising, 8th grade, death,
Form: Rhyme
Suitcase in hand, a face polarized against
the frosted window pane, searching verily
for continuity of a life that knew no restraint.
Someone’s Grandfather a considerate Uncle,
life’s situation upon the wane, a link within
the prejudicial chain of forfeited souls.
One’s transitions ablaze in the haze, an index
to summarize each hiatus gaze, grappling to come
to terms with this enforced deed of human kindness.
Guided by caring hands, assembled around the room
each demising chair, filled tidily with expressions
of doom and gloom, here where silence specifies
many words, and lifelong sentiment never heard. Yet
I see an old man in remembrance of his youth —
worth listening to if allowed to speak!*
*Thank you Richard Lamoureux. for the inspiration and line.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
Categories:
demising, age, old,
Form: Free verse
Humpty Dumpty never sat on the wall
This was how he fooled us all
He wore a large egg suit, begging for money
Portraying that he was sweet as honey
He put on an entertaining show
Until faking his demising blow
He did not know his shell would crack
And break his skull during the act
His plan backfired and, in the end,
Humpty Dumpty will never live again
6/24/18
Categories:
demising, humor,
Form: Rhyme
What words ride on the air
where once lay dreams bared;
musings of life gone by
playing rhythm to the lullaby.
Clouds begin to fade
sliding toward the end of day,
and in the dark stages of twilight
dreams are resurrected in the night.
Soft melodic blends
bring on the sleepiness at days end
and safe in mother's arms
the child rests safe, unharmed.
Where soothing calm ensues
and memories profuse
of setting suns and rising moons
lullabys by which to swoon.
Play on, play long and well
the futures hold hidden spells
of soothing comforting chords
of lullabys embracing life's rewards.
Near the end of time
when all life begins to slowly unwind;
a final sunset unfolds and glows
as the wind whispers soft and low.
Sun setting on the horizon
burning out, slowly demising
flares rise high
in the final sunset lullaby.
Categories:
demising, analogy, child, , Lullaby,
Form: Lyric
You're the reason why it throbs like this
Heart's quivering,beating like drums
Saying come on take my hands
Breathlessly vacated
Going lunatic
Like demising
Adoring
You're mine
Girl.
Categories:
demising, love
Form: Nonet
I am stone cold
And fittingly I require
Garments draped in gold
A coating, shielding attire
Of royal worth and empire
For minions to behold
When the right time comes
Necessity apts to do as deemed
I cover fragile eardrums
Take one last look, Medusa scheme
Salt pillar demising plights and screams
And suicide by Midas touch
This wheeling world keeps turning
As alien flora settles in
My life’s crop circle, burning
Engulfing flames of wealth and sin
Where burdens merely end to begin
Its tragic, milestone yearning
Categories:
demising, angst, confusion, life,
Form: Narrative