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Reluctant To Age

This can't be my age! 
I am still young at heart
The life of a party 
Though hitting the bed by ten
Gained a few kilos of weight
But can fit into my youthful jeans
Grew sluggish and shorter in height
Although ready for a morning jog
Have to wear glasses now
As the print size has become smaller
A few grays in my hair don't tell my age 
Merely a fashion statement 
That adds a touch of elegance to my carriage
My knees hurt from the cold not stiffness
The reflection in the mirror shows what I'm not 
An elderly haggard lady 
With baggy wrinkled eyes and sagging jowls
As my passions still drive me forward
And I am still living my dream 
For age is just a number 
It's only the spirit that counts.

A Poets Prerogative

A POET’S PREROGATIVE
 
We right our souls as we
Write our souls because we must,
 
Or like confetti, the words'll bust
Out from us willy-nilly, and
 
Poets cannot let words simply sully out,
Cannot scatter and strew them about,
 
Without some kind of form
(Even formless forms like this need be).
 
And somehow we get it there,
Intentionally, we put it there,
 
For all the cosmos and universe to see.
Sharpied permanent on the Internet,
 
Our works, our marrow, the
Underbelly passage to our innards, the
 
Dark and dank and dolorous in us, the
Sun and star and silly in us, the
 
Topic of the day in us, we
Contest for cash and credit, and
 
Kilos of kudos to the winner.
But, not really all the truth, I suppose,
 
We have no control over the prose,
Center stage, exposed.
 
Red and raw and real -
Poets write to right our souls,
 
And no competition there;
We've, each of us, already won.

Wrong Guy, Guy

Wrong Guy, Guy

A pistol pressed against his skull
The policeman put him on his knees
"What's in the suitcase?" The policeman asked
Referring to the suitcase full of anchovies
nothing but samples for a trade show
Sam Adams lied.
the police opened it up and found ten kilos of hidden cocaine
the policeman took it as illegal evidence and let Sam Go.

At the Hospital

At the hospital (nurses and doctors)

Been to see the diabetes doctor
first, we had to see the nurse who did the physical aspect.
The nurse said I had lost 2 kilos
which was pleasing to hear; the last time I met her, she looked
worse for wear coming up to the surface of a night depravity 
and her uniform looked crumbled.
Doctors, nowadays, consult their computers to see
how you feel tapping away, like a secretary.
My doctor, a small, slim woman, had been to the beach 
she had lovely fingers; she wore pumps I didn’t think much of
but her ankles were elegant as her fingers.
Finally, she gave me some new tablets I will probably not use
I noticed she had a copy pen on the desk, given to her 
by a medical supplier, not that I mind… My God, those pumps!

The Youth Is Shakily Spiritual

At Life’s Early Phase,
Your feet on trembling base,
It is Evil that pays
And its music that plays …

At life’s Incipient Stage,
When one isn’t of Age,
Vice A Thousand Kilos weighs
Not what The Bishop says …

And at vice Youths intently gaze,
Not at Virtues’ Sublime Rays;
Wrongs rejecting with “Sickly Nays”;
Not much from Life-Changing Sundays!

The whole picture asserts ‘A Craze’,
In sincere circles denied a half praise …

It is in youths habitual  
To be shakily spiritual.

A Christmas Mishap

A plump woman lived in New York 
At Christmas dinner, ate much beef and pork,
Adding kilos to her fat
On a chair as she sat,
It broke down with a sudden creak


Secured the eighth position 
I Need a Good Laugh: 
Christmas Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Andrea Dietrich

Judo

JUDO

Savage judoka
A Coriolis effect
of black belt, white blur

His dynamic demeanor,
often mistaken for a language
of violence, is reckless abandon
fueled by his passion and barely
restrained by his purity of heart
and by the social conventions of a
pluralist society afraid of the tiles
in the shimmering mosaic that
dazzles the people of a planet
in need

No wasted motion
Each day is branded with the
poignant poetics of an action haiku
choreographed gently by
one hundred kilos
in congruent rotation
with mayhem and doubt

Trousers

trousers

Three pair of trousers hang on a wooden hanger
no, not the wires they give you ate the laundry.
I only fit one of them but have kept two pair 
should I slim lose ten kilos, you must be joking
but hopes are eternal, and my doctor is good looking
she has a nice smile like should be interested in
my well being, every time I go there she has to look 
into her computer, oh, yes him with the funny heart
and tries to flirt with me, fat chance.
The trousers slid from the wooden hanger fell on the floor
and since I was naked at the time picked up a pair of
grey slacks, the fitted just, but there was no room for 
a shirt, I put on an over-sized T-shirt and thought 
it was slimming, but my wife who loves to tell the truth
said I looked like a tent.
Her sarcasm was lost on me, I had slimmed and wore
the grey slacks that day.

Ramblings of a Lockdown

An apple a day so they say
Barn owl hoots throughout the night
copper boiler full of Monday’s wash
dare one think of paradise?

Elite dancers shun the maypole
Flowers of purple garlands glisten
General’s choir sings ‘Zippity Do Da’
Horrendous world rushes on by.

Iris competes with the roses
Jerry withdraws to the gym
Kilos lost in dramatic confusion 
Lemons wasted on the slim.

Many lovers unite with the sunset
Naïve minds survive till dawn
Open mindlessness a sin to bear
People dive into mental torment.

Queues become longer day by day 
Routine jobless wait for the left wing
Sublime reasons given to simple men
Tawdry acts of treason work out true.

Under the moonlight old movies
Vice ruled in parliament square
Wellington city gave up its nights
Xavier Hollander was there.

Yes, to absolute freedom
Zero moral fibre now is so low.

© Harry J Horsman 2020

Cry Fake

Cheating her boy friend 
Love fake his 
To take revenge nothing to return
Onions She found her choice
Kilos of kilos to reach him weight
To bear with none than tears

A Fallen Princess

by Parizo Van Thulare

You stole the heart with jewelleries 
Filled it with promises 
Paradise was its home 
Them flowers kept it whole

All over the moon she was 
A Reingning princess that was all she was 
Her heart got addicted to your Melodies
It weighted plus healthy kilos 
Rich in happiness and faithfulness

With no notice 
It was abandoned 
With pieces 
It fell 
Breaking  restlessly  
Weeping Endlessly 
A heart of a fallen princess 
Yet so meaningless 

No hope to love again 
No feelings to flow in rain
Is All in vain 
What a pain

Wheelman

Wheelman

This run is my swan song
After tonight 
This smuggling is going to stop
Every headlight in my rearview mirror
Looks like it's a cop
All these kilos in back
They're weighing heavy on my mind
I can't get busted  
Lord knows I'm too old
To do anymore time

I sleep with one eye open
I keep the other on my gun
I'm the only friend I've got
And I'm not sure, he's one I can trust
What you think is easy money
Cost far more than it's worth
I'm paid from people's broken dreams
It's stained with blood and I'm sure it's cursed

Running on borrowed luck and unanswered prayers
There's no contracts in this business
The only insurance you have
Is some criminal's word
I've used so many names
That I'm not sure mine is authentic or not
My alias changes every time a new wheel turns
Everyone I  meet has to be somebody  I forgot 

The playing field has gotten so crowed
Their all fighting for elbow room
You can't tell the players even with a program
Who's on the take or talking out of school.

Don't judge this life of my mine
Don't put the blame on me
I wouldn't be a wheelman and smuggler
If you and you and everyone else didn't have the need

Cherries

There once was a girl named Mary,
And her favorite food was the cherry.
Not chicken or cheese,
Not noodles or peas,
She wouldn’t even eat a berry.

Her mother offered her pie,
But Mary would only cry.
She gave her rice,
She even tried mice,
But Mary would only sigh.

Mary bought 6 kilos of cherry.
Her father started to get weary.
But Mary ate,
Without a wait,
She ate as much as she’d carry.

The cherries took over the house,
There wasn’t even space for a mouse.
They covered each floor,
They broke down the door,
They stained Mary’s favorite blouse.

And sadly, the house broke down,
Then her father announced with a frown:
From now on you’ll eat,
Veggies and meat,
Otherwise in cherries we’d drown.

Kaibigan

K-aramay sa lahat ng oras, 
A-liw sa panahon ng lungkot; 
I-sang mapagkakatiwalaan, 
B-anayad sa salita at kilos.
I-law sa dakong madilim, 
G-abay sa naligaw ng landas; 
A-alalay kapag ikaw ay nabuwal, 
N-amamalaging tapat hanggang wakas.

One Stone

The wedding is booked the date all agreed
got the dress, venue, guess what I need
A look in the mirror, its easy to spot
I could loose a few pounds don't need a lot
I'll cut out the chocolate, cakes and jam
instead I'll eat rice, salad and yams
The dress is my target I must endure
for what I have chosen its the only cure
I hope that it comes from my massive behind
my bloke is amazing says its all in my mind
I know he is fibbing not telling the truth
because if he did I'd surely hit the roof
so here goes my weigh in been a month so far
onto the scales eyes down and away, 
 it says 6.5 kilos less for today
so what is that really, in weights that I know
Well said the doctor a little over one stone.

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