Loneliness
trumps anger
as love
wields its sword
No shielding
or armor
will lessen
or ward
Loneliness
a prison
its jailer
within
No ire
or fury
compares
— to its din
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
There was a sheriff named Andy Taylor
He was also the county's best bailor
Most folks seemed to adore him
Except the crooks were so grim
Guess they knew he was also the jailer
On A Lim Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
April 3, 2022
there are links in chains
that hold the world together
but who holds the key
© Harry J Horsman 2021
... The Mighty Bridge & The Jailer & The Pardon ...
"There is a bridge continuing on into and throughout the moment on into and beyond all, of eternity; and on into and throughout all of infinity, rising up over the very lands of love and hate."
"The heart and the feet and the outstretched arms and ever-helpful hands lead the body continually - where the mind dares never to go - you can always and in all ways; find yourself there."
"Yes, friend, we are our very own jailer alone, working together ever-generously and continually - we are our very own pardon."
"Just exactly what we apply ourselves to - working together, or apart - within the very movement of this very moment; makes all of the difference towards relative peace, honest freedom, and general harmony, together with all of life; continuing on into and throughout the very movement of this moment moving all of life on into and throughout all of eternity, on into, and throughout all, of infinity!"
Signed: An Anonymous "Friend"
"We are our very own jailer alone, working together ever-generously and continuing - we are our very own pardon."
"Just what we apply ourselves to - working together, or apart - within the very movement... of this very moment; makes all of the difference towards relative peace, honest freedom, and general harmony, continuing."
Signed: An Anonymous "Friend"
A prisoner of my poetry…
a captive of this chair
The air I breathe connects me fast,
this corner now my lair
I take my meals here sitting,
my sleep in naps between
The written and the spoken word
—both jailer to this dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
A prisoner of my poetry,
a captive of this chair
The air I breathe connects me fast,
this corner now my lair
I take my meals here sitting,
my sleep in naps between
The written and the spoken word,
—both jailer to this dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Gentle Jailer
Lord to you i send my cry
In such times like these
Who else can we turn to?
We put all our trust in you
Cuz your hand can do all things.
In times of trouble, you save us
In repentance its you who forgives
You are the gentle jailer who sets us free
Everytime we repent truly from our hearts
Bind us tight with your love
Bring us down with meekness
Send us away with your boldness
Bind us with your grace and mercy
And may we never stumble in this world
For your light is the light unto our dark paths
I’m waiting for the jailer,
A burly drunken sailor,
To lead me to the gallows,
The bloody so n so,
Guilty must I be ,
Of a crime in eternity
Another life was me,
When I strangled Micky Bird,
Was his time to go:)
To suffer wrongly all for naught,
pinned by the ears and silence bought,
ironic pain, a pardon sought,
is death an education...
Yes they are hanging me tonight,
hope the noose can fit just right,
poor ol cowboy is a swinging,
and the crowd are singing, singing,
ol Nick's a waiting, waiting,
for this fella down below....
Don Johnson 19-june-11
the jailor and the prisioner
the addicted and the addict
the enabler and the addict
daughter chooses a crackhead husband
who forbids her to see her family
he beats her
and she stays
because
when he's sober he's great.
I've seen him
He's satan.
Look into her eyes
What has been just realized
She is trapped within herself
What a small demised
The walls that have blocked her sight
Are walls that her mind has made
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