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I reached into the depth...
But could not withdraw Excalibur from the stone.
Yet I knew I was the one.
Why else my 'Grail Vision' in the sun?
The depths call me to reach further still.
And Mary's eyes bled.
Realizing for whom the tear's shed.
I know not what to do.
Vainity reaching to withdraw from the glue.
I stare blindly in the distance a 'bust' of my former self.
Passing the secret of excalibur being drawn by someone else.
And passing by the oracle of Ephesus, Medusa's eyes
She drew the sword stone in deep catching my contemplations of the mirror.
I could loose myself in her forever.
Secret Sweets. Stained Sheets. and shaking cold she wraps me in the golden fleece.
Covered in snakes, I melt into the secret skin.
Learning the name, I see my fathers before me distrought.
And see now the blindness of the Kingdom Oedipus wrought.
Sophoclese Tragedies and I am forever Oedipus.
Betrayed blessin' between whorish thighs and my camarades' lies.
Where is Helena these days?
Gone so long, I've forgotten her ways.
That's the trick-she sucks in your depth.
I am Horus, my seeds sewn in the west.
Innana's dead. I broke my maiden-named womb.
Long ago I allocated multiversic kingdoms for Osiris' perversion tombs.
And in the mysteries of deep misery.
I have witnessed my seed coming of age.
To lay thoughts like these out on a page.
Christ, Annubis, and I planned this on a street in Greece, A.D., B.C. I can't remember which.
I bare down frost-bitten from the North.
And my Christ of peace bore symbols from the East.
Our dog-eared down-home friend brought simpler lessons from an outdated South.
And we witnessed our births spread out over time.
Three wise men we were singing dark-hearted songs of a blackened Madonna we couldn't find.
So we relinquished ourselves to Daddy Darkest who knew best.
Redistributed seeds, we pushed ourselves to a static line beyond myth; where men like us no longer needed to exist.
Sweet Virgin, Return
I am old and worn thin.
Now, is your time to begin; A collection of stories your heart has borne, but you lay unblemished.
My daughter lay our bones to rest.
Cook them in your stew.
Reigns handover long overdue, but that's not the style you do.
Don't worry about ole Paw. Jimmy Crack corn.
May you be Princess Disarming Charming laced with meaning...
And I awake sleeping...
Beauty, I next to you.
In order to repair the breach we must finally concede
that there's a disconnection from God that we must address by deed
for as naked as Adam and Eve were when they tried to hide from their sins
we need to take a long hard look inside ourselves once again
In the sight of God we're all covered with sin like dirt on clothes
we need to reposition ourselves so of our lives God can take control
we must be brutally honest and look within our own hearts
before we can attempt to judge others on ourselves we need to start
by the way we talk, our spiritual walk and the way that we behave
as none of us are sinless let's be more united in order to be saved
put the pettiness aside, throw out the trash, the personal baggage and issues
those titles, the positions, the ranks
and prejudices that have us divided and confused
In order to repair the breach we must do a true self examination
remove the weight of sin from our hearts to be cleansed for spiritual preparation
to spend less time on those things that are not of God
to spend more time reading His Word and then taking It to heart
no longer to feel disconnected in our relationship with Jesus Christ
removing the plank from our own eyes in order to see the true joy in life
the joy of the Lord that gives us the comfort and the strength
that unlimited power supply that will go the entire distance
we must stop being so self-centered and to God open our minds
by disarming the enemy's influence and embracing God's Kind
to be there for each other more than superficially
to care and love one another more authentically
to recognize that Jezebel spirit so consumed with power and material wealth
to reveal and then rebuke it so we can retain our spiritual health
God desires to take us to a place of victory
we just need to stop being our own worst enemy
In order to repair the breach, the joy must be restored
that spiritual contentment that the Holy Spirit affords
so rediscover and reconnect to your Savior Jesus Christ
reestablish your commitment and the covenant of speaking life
forget about the trials and tribulations that God said He'd take care of
trust in Him to provide and then bask in His unconditional love
to have true gladness and the grace of God now within your reach
your connection with God has restored the joy and thus repaired the breach
He meandered lonely
just a senior citizen
trawling the pathways of his computer,
when suddenly one day in a flash
an enchanting name jumped from the screen
into his unadjusted head,
whilst still in a daze
he had cut copied and pasted,
the delete key not an option
when sent to his favourites.
Then like magic, poetry began to appear
every single day a new poem would emerge
all written in a familiar dialect,
to begin with down to earth
raw unadulterated poetry
the kind that attaches itself to one’s mind
bores in to the head, rattles around
then lays awhile
then keeps coming on back, over and over again.
Poetry that penetrates, like an arrow,
pierces the heart, tends to linger
deep in one’s consciousness
disarming the most vehement of thought,
poetry that creates calmness
making one at ease, especially one
old with age and recipient of an endowment of excruciating pain!
Soon the poetry began to blossom
as all creations do
in the springtime of their lives,
the purity of Wild flowers, colours of the rainbow
free to sway within the gentle breeze,
soon each daily dose of verse begins to transpire
into carpets of lavender
upon the woodland stage, cascading Bluebells of joy,
the epitome of beauty unfolding
before one’s very eyes.
Again the poetry continues to consolidate,
poems of form formularized those conceived of
the Peace Lillie so sensuous in shape
so assuring in grace, a hard life the Lillie endures
yet one, only of positivity etched into each stanza
of bold narration for all to peruse!
Then a transformation
to the Rose, the very sense of beauty,
when with words of wrought
thy language comforting long into the night
to ease each day a journey of plight,
yet for you sweet Rose
thy poetry, it is not at an end
when to the Orchid you graciously ascend!
Many are those that come and admire
the wonders of your beauty those words on fire,
yet some desire more
with cunning and subtlety
those to manipulate to control
for one’s own ends.
But the Orchid remains safe
suffers no fool,
nurtured in extreme climates
is strong and worldly wise,
the poetry just keeps on coming,
flowing like tears of joy,
from an eye of one who’s happiness
is assured every single day!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
For my 2013 New Years Resolution
I'm going to lawfully and legally purchase myself a gun.
I've never been pro or con regarding guns.
I've always remained very indifferent towards them.
I'm not buying a gun because I feel that I need protection,
and I don't have a sudden interest in gun target shooting.
Hell, I'm not even going to purchase any ammunition,
and I'm not starting a hobby for gun collecting.
I just want my name to be counted among gun registration
so that our leaders will know that they are dealing
with one more good and responsible armed citizen.
I'm purchasing a gun to protect my U S Constitution
and show my support for upholding our second amendment.
Our right to keep and bare arms was not established so much for our protection
from wild animals or from the common criminal element,
it was established to protect us from the over throw of our government
by they elected who do not truly The People represent.
"In Order For One To Conquer A Nation,
One Must First Disarm The Nation's Citizens."
Adolph Hitler said that, but I'm paraphrasing him.
Disarming Our Nation's Citizens
Will Be Our Ultimate Damnation.
It would be far too great of a temptation
for the powers that be who seek world domination,
and if you think that present day powerful fascists of major corporations
on a quest to attain complete and total world domination
is a far fetched ridiculous, inconceivable notion,
well then you are thinking exactly
how the powers that be
want you to continue thinking.
Lawfully and legally purchase yourself a gun
for your 2013 New Years Resolution.
It's a peaceful and non violent way to protest Washington.
If more guns get purchased legally by the bulk of the population
massive public pressure will then be imposed upon the leaders of our nation
and will send a powerful message as to where we all stand
regarding our support in upholding our Second Amendment.
This however is only a suggestion
to all of you who are frustrated soliciting and circulating worthless petitions
to the deaf ears in Washington and continue accomplishing absolutely nothing.
Buy A Gun To Defend Our U S Constitution.
Even guns can be used in peacful, non violent grass roots revolutions.
Beside a gilded wall of white a dainty bench is resting;
Victorian accents swirl about the ornate room, providing
An elegance, a beauty in each line and curve, attesting
To cultured tastes and upscale life, and hours spent deciding
What shapes and colors best would suit the airy, springtime feeling:
But looking closely, something there upon the bench reposes,
A lady's fan and soft kid gloves, their jumbled state revealing
What hasty movements cast them all aside when fragrant roses
Arrived in state with baby's breath, and some white note, nigh hidden
In bursting blooms of rainbow hue, by unknown hands delivered:
And having noted thus, the eye could not but roam unbidden
To she who holds the rose bouquet, to she who slightly shivered
With thoughts that youths so oft imagine, thoughts that made her giddy
And blushed her cheeks the color of the rosy dress cascading
With lacy ruffles from her shoulders, looking just as pretty
As her face, which looks for all the world like roses never fading;
Two lips like shiny cherries, or the poppies that she tends to,
Complexion like a creamy rose with hints of pink surrounding
The fragile outer curling of its leaves; brown eyes that send you
A warm, quick-spreading feeling, like the first hot sunrays bounding
Thro' seas of blue to make the greengrass grow. Now look, she's taking
The little note from out among the stems; perhaps with quiet
And careful steps the message could be read; I have to try it.
"My dearest Rose, I never could imagine so befitting
A name for one who does resemble all that man finds charming
In lovely blossoms: beauty surely, grace as they are flitting
In breezes sweet of scent, and frailty, which I find disarming;
So here's a gift no prettier and sweet than you. Sincerely,
A man that loves you more than you could know.
Quatrains of decapentasyllabic verse followed by a single line of iambic pentameter.
Written by Isaiah Zerbst. Published for the first time January 26, 2015.
Do not tell me anymore of mythical mermaids lurking
In the fine gradient of the sea, eyes heavy with a snaring desire,
A monalisa smile framed on their faces or of
Sexy mermen and smiling salacious simpletons
To stereotype the smile mystery of the swahili of diani;
Their courtesy charms me like their taarab in the moonlight;
Their light-skinned women with lessos wrapped around
Their hips, flowery with petals like butterflies, carrying messages
Emblazoned in rich swahili proverbs and poetry, or in pitch-black buibui,
Silvery silk hijabs on their heads, the all encircled face radiant like sunlight,
Their disarming ubiquitous smile, proud seeming and confident
With their polite dialect even felt in the soft tread of their feet...
Swahili women do not just smile to strangers, they greet them too:
''Here we neither buy nor sell salamu, we give it for free!'' one elderly
Woman in msambweni tells me one day when I pass by, stone-faced,
A typical bara man demeanor with courtesy only reserved
For the familiar face. I feel the surge of culture shock creeping
Into my conscience, a creepy confusion like in a stormy sea;
A reflection of a sojourners new baptism. I bowed my crest-fallen face and said,
''Shikamoo mama'' she answers ''marahaba mwanangu.'' I was amused and
Warmed up by the sustained, sweet matrix of her mouth.
Their henna art is spell-binding too. Breath-taking. A love of femininity,
Seem they have all the time in the world to spruce up, to be women:
Smart, sexy, sassy, their feline grace unlocking the manacles of man;
They know their place in this man world, an aura of a social panache,
A tapestry touch of a culture that soothes the soul, a kind of social philosophy-
A humble humanity born of the light of love with life
Like fish in their natural element.Their laughter lacerate the sea,
Make marks on the beach sands, build dreams in the fine gradient
Of the waves, hearts entrenched in the soul of the sea.
oh beauty of beauties
are you not worth a princess
are you not worth an admiration
didn't you possess your feminine beauty
is the way you smile not worth adoring
is your physique not worth its compliment
the way you walk is calling my attention
i will magnify you with my words
since my words is my bond
oh beauty of beauties...
God patiently crafted you for this moment
so that i would praise his creativity in you
and admire his imagination through you
also be inspired by your immaculate virtues
oh beauty of beauties
why hiding your beauty
from those who are destined to be healed by you
from those who will be liberated at your sight
is your beauty not worth appreciating
your beauty is not a mistake
it is for this time and season
lavishing words on you is not coincident
didn't i have the right...though a privilege
to share my feelings about you to you
to tell you the way i feel about you
do you expect me to ignore it
or suppress my feelings for your...
beauty that is so glaring and blinding
oh beauty of beauties
look at you with your disarming smile
you stare at me with your seductive looks
i am captivated with your sparkling beauty
your beauty is appealing i will not lie
neither will i deceive myself
do feelings lie...mine does not lie
except i choose to ignore and deny it
it's telling me to touch you and hold you
it's telling me to look into your eyes
and kiss your lips....
it's telling me to hold your hands
and walk beside you and with you
it's telling me to talk with you
it's telling me to laugh with you
it's telling me to listen to you
as you share your feelings with me
it's telling me a lot...to do with you
oh beauty of beauties
its doing me as if to rush over you
your spotless smile is fascinatingly
are you truly from this part of the world
my words can not express how am attracted to you
whats the secret my precious
i admire you as a person
and attracted to your inner beauty
oh beauty of beauties....
Every Christmas season
the carolers delight
by singing Christmas songs
at the beginning of night
Joyful and fun to each house they go
folks would sing along as the happiness echos
cheers and treats household shared
for the carolers were beloved dear.
He was tall handsome and charming
his voice velvet smooth and disarming
everyone desired to hear his solos
of course we're speaking of young Joe Joe
For Carl was short and chubby
his voice even sounded stubby
high notes became a screech
singing was out of his reach
But Caroling Carl would not go
this season he was the first to enroll
the others tried kindly to nudge him out
but Carl thought they were jealous louts
His singing lead to despair
his voice no one wanted to hear
word spread and the carolers were feared
for with Carl the people disappeared
Doors remained shut curtains closed
lights went out as the carolers posed
the songs of Christmas went dim
for folks in houses hid within
Caroling Carl could not understand
why on this holiday people went grim
the others wanted to shout
Carl please get out
This could not go on
fooling Carl they all played along
giving him the wrong route
their singing could regain it's clout
But Carl knew it was an innocent mistake
soon enough he discovered their escape
he even sang louder than before
as folks with earplugs hid indoors
Before the Christmas singing was gone
they had to make even Carl belong
convincing him to sing so soft and low
and behind him sang the handsome Joe Joe
Caroling Carl sang so low and grew with acclaim
his soft singing brought Joe Joe hidden fame
for if his voice they could not hear
the more for Carl folks cheered
This was the best Christmas caroling season by far
as the young Joe Joe was the true singing star
and it was all owed to Caroling Carl's so soft voice
for folks enjoyed not hearing it the most.
this girl came out drop dead georgous
long brunette hair all of her forces
she knows the power of the bedroom eyes
she cant help but use them while telling her lies
the picture of confidence with a disarming smile
a beauty so radiant and a soul of bile
alluring this siren with a silent screem
look at me, look at me, and i'll make you dream
she was'nt white trash or a low life either
but she knew what she wanted and nothing would keep her
she had the right lawers they were'nt supersticous
all that they needed was somone not so pretentious
let me loose, let me loose, this very day
first i want a drink and then i want to play
where are all my sisters, where are all my friends
where can i go party and start all over again
this was the very thing to give this demon a boost
they wittnessed all her crimes and then they set her loose
what standard were they setting for the red, white and blue
they never thought to what it would mean to me or you
the blind folded greecian holding the ballenced scales
will have to find a new home for justice here has failed
the symble or what she stood for, now so terribly marred
by twelve empty souls whos souls are now scared
the judge who would lash out and tried to make her sting
tide up by the law, he could'nt do a thing
when just before the verdict he weilded so much power
but by the end of the day, he had used up his hour
in the midst of all this tragity i did see one good thing
i saw all the races marching for the sake of caylee
there was no division of races all the mothers stood together
but there was a few love struck guys like there was for sara palin
and now we have this casualty a misscarriage of justice
nothing we can do about it. it's the law that protects us
when the founding fathers wrote the constitution
they never thought a jury would come to this conclusion
Golden-haired beauty lovingly fingering the sunflower plant's leaves, so curious, so beautiful, so kind, so special, lover of the bountiful earth
In this cruel-hearted world, with all its toils and troubles, it's easy to get lost and forget your worth.
Remember when you planted that seed to make the sunflower grow? When it was so tiny and you were so small?
Now, you have both grown so strong and so tall.
Remember when you put that seed into the ground and watched with rapture for it to sprout?
You watered it, gave it sun, learning what caring for something was all about.
You were once like a tiny seed and were planted in my heart for me to care for and love.
You were my dream come true, answered prayer from above.
I said a prayer and made a wish on a possible chance that a dream would come true.
By the grace of God, adn nothing short of a miracle, I was blessed by you.
We asked that you have a dragon's heart, patience of a dove and the soul of an eagle,
The resilience of dragonfly and hope of a phoenix give you a disarming smile and kindness of ways that always makes you regal.
From the moment you were placed into my body, you grew in my soul
Feeling you grow and live in me, made me feel whole.
I grew you, I watered you, and fed you and gave you plenty of sun and my body kept you safe from harms
Wishing and waiting and hoping one day you would be in my arms.
My body was your home for a very short while
i treasured every kick, every turn, every stretch, every hiccup and wiggle made me smile.
All the battles and struggles fought to bring you here
just one smile from you, in a moment, they all disappear.
I loved you from the beginning and will forever more
You are my dream come true, my answered prayer made real and everything I wished for.