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Muse Of Brilliant Brevity

A tribute to Heidi Sands

This poetess writes poems of few words,
till the last line she holds the rhythmic cards,
where the fluent essence of her poems unfold
the tale of abandoned hearts that needs to be told.

The lattices of finesse of a word artist,
that on her mind’s expressive canvas persist,
shine in our time’s tapestry, her poems display,
carry the connotation of what she has to convey.

Life is so complex, but she loves simplicity,
in its cauldron she holds on to dreams quietly
to transmit what she thinks, for she isn’t afraid.
In narration never hesitates to call spade a spade.

Her verses that rhyme or don’t rhyme,
reflect her keen sensitivity to our trying time. 
Its travails she sketches with the rhythm of poetry, 
conveyed convivially by the muse of brilliant brevity.

Ash Wednesday

Ashes of humanity
Scattered and lingered in hearts of purity
Hallowed and spirited within the psyche of infinity

Weaving with man's joy and sorrows
Entwined with lattices of honey yellows
Drifting in clouds of human form
Numeric and linguistic crypts of cuneiform
Endearing are thoughts and words, not jive
Sprinkled ashes etched on books of archive
Doors that opened to human interest
All come alive in ashes, blots and dearest
Your ash is the strength, honor of the fittest

Strange Return

It was just an old ravish smile
that caused me alarm,
when all those years ago you first
resonated within my chronic confusion.
I thought you were my father
back from the dead,
remembering he was never slow in
creating lattices of fabrication either.
After what seems an eon it is
so strange meeting you again,
the wallpaper as changed
yet here you are, 
with your haunting ravish smile
invading my affliction, which
just ambles on, till once more I feel
the warmth of wellness. 

 © Harry J Horsman 2020

A Sweetheart Romance

Hearken to my call, Sweetheart,
beneath the stellar windowpane -
the garden of the fairy child’s refrain.

A white foam sea of lattices part
the way, leading to the gloam
of sylvan green - grass blushing

against our tender toes, that roam,
with happily ever laughter, crushing

burgeoning hearts, that burn for me
or him, or just our love that lasts forever.

The censor’s forgotten too pure flesh -
two that kid and splash,  refresh.

And after cool has touched the dawn,
softly reflected diamond-light and song,
your brunette’s hair on your strong shoulder
your doe serenaded in sunswept throng.

12/27/2019

Spill of a Moistened Quill

Illustrated delicately across the page,
Are imprints and collage of poetic verses
Which flicker with the air-brushed strokes of life—
That from my very essence they need to fly ,
Transporting me to  mystical hemispheres
As dips of imagination bleed upon endless hours, 
Soaked in the glimmer of fireflies, ponds, lanterns:

Within this vivid mind,  I allow a crescent moon
This pleasure, this spill of art’s radiance,
To glimmer  through a moistened quill
Just how these drawn hands first began, inspired…
O my thoughts drifting into night's allure
On a parchment cast through lattices of sky,
As images rustle unfearingly,    upstream!



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8/19/2019
Joseph May's One In Four Contest
Line #4

Beyond Night's Sky

Farther than mantles of a pewter night,
Comets reel in their own immeasurable world
Past earth's sky,  gloaming through lattices
Woven by celestial bands... a grandeur
From a multiverse illumined with other heavenly forms
Like asteroids unknown to human eyes, mirrored
Only in a roulette of  divine Infinity : Out there,
With the bursting spiral from gas, fire, molten rocks
Twirls a dreamy carouse within a hub of Life Source.

My heart aches to greet them beyond zone's limit
In star-studded cast of aureoles...a  poetry in motion,
Which alights into Borealis songs, their haunting lore.

And through sacred Mystery , I connect with this force 
Designed by one Galactic handiwork-- moons, stars
planets circling around Milky Way, ever vibrant...

And to bestow a natural pace
 of night and day,
Season upon season, I see myself as one
With creation reaching ---out for God's light.




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Re-post 6/28/2019
Contest of John Hamilton: Best Free Verse 2019
Originally written  2/20/2019

Metropolitan Sunrise

A gilt and rusted nest of steel,
stone and brick and concrete,
haunted by its own electric soul,
awaits the tangled light of early spring.

Throughout the restless night,
heavy boats have cut across the bay
leaving scars upon its cold
and gray and gleaming skin.

But every sin committed
on the landscape by this sprawling city
suddenly appears to be forgiven
with the rising of the sun.

“Live again, and work.”
A million clocks have sprung.
The ragged threads of countless dreams
that clung to countless minds
are brushed away.

In unison they rise,
they wash,
they work.

The moon alone is left to take its subtle time,
to wander narrow strips of sky,
to climb the steel lattices and gaze away
across the moving clamor of the day.

Mania

The cup
The mauve coloured love
Filled with tea or coffee
Impish and flirty
Richly ripply
Indulgence in anarchy
Fascinatingly
A festival of crimson glee
Agelessly

A cup of happy time
Smile seated on sweet lime
Tempting me to crime
Of misappropriation for tasting rhyme
Between hungry life and beauty
Between desert and lemon tree
Whether you agree or disagree

Towards an aesthetic view
The filigree I do
With Byzantine hue
On its obviously warm surface
Sometimes shy sometimes shameless
Sometimes suave sometimes reckless
Making mystic lattices
With pink brushes
In bliss time passes
The cup blushes
Sometimes a spring gushes
The thrushes lost in their music
The clock ticks on
Shadows grow taller
Dews gather in the dropper

As dusk walks in
On your evening chin
Time hushes
As the twilight blushes
On the golden rim
As I fill it to the brim

Night and day are gone astray
In pursuit of the chimera
Of my cup mania


The night descends from the stars
Among the firefly flowers
The mania ascends
And the two meet
What a feast

Rainy Night's Walk

A rainy night's walk: the street lights are gleaming
a dream's fluorescence in obsidian sky.
Halogen wishes are far away beaming

illumined teardrops that I refuse to cry.
All windows are dark, their silence is screaming.
Ebony trees are stiff guardians nearby.

The sidewalk in charcoal is colder than rock,
my constant companion on this midnight walk. 

Low raven hedges are barriers of leaf,
marking the boundaries of family pride.
Lattices of flowers shield lifetimes of grief,

the shadowy bars that keep secrets inside.
My house is one lighted; it's my true belief
that yellows and peaches push sadness aside. 

I see my porch light in distant resplendence,
a shining white angel's bright incandescence.


9th Place
Form R Contest
7/7/17

This Way We Can Rule the World

Look at the golden mustard fields
Lemons amazingly peeled
Likewise hold my hand
Loosely held sand
In the amber freedom let us get healed

In your lemon green scarf a peace unfurled
This way only we can rule the world

No need for guns and sharp sword
Get rid of the penal code
Let your doors and my knocks concur
And let in the satisfied stars
We will surely rule the world

Let my autumn
Flow into your spring turn
Around my lattices
Your blue squirrels
We rule the world

When clouds heap upon clouds and it is dark
Doubt and dilemma develops so stark
I turn deaf to your whistle of love
Unfulfilling turn our dishes and cups
Our bread is stale
Sour our ale
The world we wish to rule laughs at us

Mask and whip may rule for sometime
Mincing all our rhythm and rhyme
To rule the world we need the chime
From the wind of the blue sublime
For you 
And me
To rule
In glee

Let us say no to all volcanoes
Let the stars get down below
Let us set free all our birds
This way let us rule the world
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22/02/17
For Rule the world poetry contest
Sponsored by Silent One

Thoughts of Jailbreak

The alluring morning mail
Blue cover and red letters
Those smiling peacock feathers
Alas, I'm fettered

Red breasted Robins ruffle
My waters, psychic scuffle
Defiant windows won't shut
My ripples seek shores

The lark is somewhat restless
Greed glistens in the diamonds
Of my restive lattices
The mail overwhelmed

No, no more fetters today
Some way I have to make hay
Lovely mails in golden braids
Poems in fountain

I have to scale the high wall
The surge is growing quite tall
There has to be a jail break
Embrace the red breast
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1/11/2016

Let Morning Come

At our home, in Rio and Rome, let morning come
In tattered twilight twin towers tumbling down
Beech Birch Banyan Neem being brought down
Your moon pales in homeless premonition
Let our madness calm, let morning come

Dark too much cumbersome let morning come
On the bank of Tigris a little boy plans to take up the guns
To no end, for no rose. Let morning come
Our habits, our rabbits, make them less unwholesome
Through the lattices in the wall, let morning come
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18/9/2016
Note: Neem is a tree in the Mahogany family native to Indian subcontinent.

Prime

Prime….
How can you shape your life?
If there are no prime in nature then how can step in lawfully.
If you had no keys to door that grand then how you can come in.
Innings have ways and tricks.
Labors of loves have laugh at last.
Words are lace works and forces are means.
With no lattices draw in red then there are no blue.
Babe blues are sets of moods.
Life propositions are loves and wealth.
Physiology all are may be normal as shaped.
All across the boards are buys and sells.
Buy me but no sell me.
Who look up to china commie and who just look up to loose cannons.
Life that made as FRAUST would be living hard devices and lame questions for life.
What are news?
As china commies black out our worlds or acting about with laws that bad or with hearts that false.
To be primed to do our propositions must be good but lured.
Lusts are sexes.
Who play a trick or pull a stunt.
Genes of deer could be horses in case of fake syllogism and china tyrant dictators’ means of words and literary persecutions.
Can fetus be conceived by men?
Of courses but there are china forced abortions and men torments both.
What is true that resemble prime?
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------

The Air-Ocean's Plankton

THE      AIR-OCEAN’S     PLANKTON


Snow falls  like  icy ocean-plankton.  The air swarms  
With  their  immense unsullied nebulae  swirling  in waves,
Tiny immaculate individuals in an innumerable host,
A  silver-ivory  myriad  to  be  harvested.                                              
           

Trees taking gulps of air-plankton, great chunks  of airy snow,     
Stretch lattices  of arms and hands skyward to catch them,     
Each numb finger and thumb  laden to the very nail  
With  its  neat  impeccable pile of alabaster  fishlets.


Sky-net  filigrees, their  great  interstices  seafoamed,
Filled with unblemished air-fish,  blank white  plankton:  
The trees overfill  every empty arm with the light white host:
Like women grasp fleamarket  bargain necklaces of pearls.

Delicate Verses

Delicate Verses

Memories choke me; leaves me silent,
yet for loves sake and nothing less
than
to confess it... I open up my soul to
scribe you in metaphors that I can
taste, touch; but alas the tears fall
like bleeding rain staining these
empty pages before I can lay
down my heart. So when
the stars are weeping, I
plant dreams of you
and I as forget me
nots;
face pressed tight peering
through taffeta tattered
lattices, perchance to
catch a glimpse of
a love that once
bloomed.
~
I record the most fragile parts of us
in verses that flow, and form our
completion; soothing sonnets
uninhibited and unbound,
trickling from my pen held
hand. Mad words, sad
words, love words,
darkly risen words;
Poetry inspired
by a muse that
bears your
name;
Pleasure
and Pain.

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