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The stars, they were shinin' when Harry came home;
And the moon, it was big and bright.
He quietly promised no more to roam,
So, we danced in the firelight!
When Harry came home, the people were singin'
As he playfully tousled my hair.
When Harry came, the bells were ringin'
And bluebirds in the air!
When Harry came, sweet scents of summer
Lingered all around us.
When Harry came home, the banjo strummer,
Like the night, so melodious!
When Harry came home, he kissed my lips,
As the brook moved through the trees;
And stood there, hands on hips,
With eyes that seemed to tease.
When Harry came, my heart beat faster,
And gave a sudden thrill!
When Harry came home, moon of alabaster,
And faint laughter from Blackthorn Hill.
HELLO HEAVEN, HOW ARE YOU ANGEL
Princess Diana is dead!
What, have you heard, is it true,
How can it be, such a dread.
Yes, it’s true, put on your TV,
And you will see!
She died in a crash in Paris,
In the early morn,
Now we must all mourn,
The 31st August 1997,
Diana the goddess of hunting,
Hunted and mowed down under a
Bridge in a battered up car,
Is now an angel in Heaven.
Diana died in her prime, she generated
Magic where ever she went,
Or was sent!
Her two adorable heartbroken boys,
Follow their mother’s coffin
On a walk of sorrow,
For them a troubled tomorrow!
An envelope on the coffin which simply
Said “mummy” from her son Harry
Had the world in tears,
Their worst fears,
Being how would these boys
Grow up without their mom,
She wouldn’t be there for
Their School leaving prom!
But look at them both,
Such charming elegant Princes,
With beautiful wives,
Kate and Meghan
These four young people’s matchmaker,
Was in Heaven!
The two girls would definitely
Have been Diana’s choice,
For her two boys!
Kate a whirlwind romance, with William,
Britain’s future King,
And Meghan, the beautiful American
Actress presented with Diana’s
Sapphire ring,
Which brought, hope to the world
As international flags furled
And uncurled!
These four have flourished and
Will shortly be eight,
The world seems to have joined hands,
And have become royalist fans,
As a monarchy rather stern
In the past,
Has now became a monarchy,
So in contrast to the past, and
Accepted by the vast!
As Diane looks down with
Electric blue eyes,
And everyday spies
The loves of her life,
Diana their guardian angel,
Their ever faithful,
Charles remains a loving father,
Grandfather, and mentor,
To both families
More and more!
In a foreign sky, I gaze above
And spot those stars I named with love
After fellow poets who I dearly miss
Their memory still brings me bliss
There's Milton, shining bright and strong
As if he's still here, where he belongs
He was always the leader of our pack
Skills and strengths I still admire and lack
Close to him is Connie, gentle and kind
Her smile and warmth are always on my mind
She was the glue that held us together
I wish I could hug her just once more, forever
Then there's Harry, the newest of the three
His poetry oozes from his poetic soul and inspired me
He had a heart full of compassion and love
I know he's watching us from above
In this foreign sky, they may be far
But their light still guides us like a star
I'll keep their memory alive and bright
Until we reunite, in a heavenly light.
Written: June 8, 2023
(its not going in d right
category tday.)
Her
hair
glittered
and
shone
like
glinting
strands
of
gold
Or
her
hair
jet
black
in
a
dark
sheen
of
ebony
Ah
witness
the
Lord's
creativity
in
great
beauty
variety
Her
eyes
a
shade
of
sparkling
jade
Or
her
hazel
brown
eyes
like
bronze
sunset
skies
Her
cheeks
had
a
blush
of
the
red
of
rubies
Her
arms
shimmered
as
does
diamond
dust
Her
skin
was
radiant
as
mother
'O'
pearl!
Her
neck
and
figure
so
sinuous
and
slender
as
the
diamond
back
snake's
The
coy
quiver
of
her
lips
like
blossoming
tulips
Her
nails
one
could
fancy
were
pink
sapphire
Ah,
she
could
be
his
heart's
desire
set
his
beating
heart
on
fire
But
miss
terrific
may
wait
for
heart
throbs
to
marry
and
not
just
any
Tom
Dick
and
Harry!
So
even
if
he
may
be
a
lady
killer
Let
him
meet
his
match
for
she
be
a
femme
fatale!
‘I’m gunna tell mum on you, you’re going to be in trouble,
How ever long you’re grounded for, I’ll make sure it’s double!
I’m gunna say you stole my lolly, I’ll tell her it was you,
And then I might just say you stole my pocket money too’.
‘I didn’t steal your pocket money, I didn’t steal you lolly,
And if you tell mother you’ll be well and truly sorry.
Mother can see through your lies, that’s something you will find,
Because she’s heard every word you said, she’s standing right behind!’
• Went to se a film with my grandchildren Millie and Harry. Harry can be naughty sometimes and Millie said ‘I’m going to tell Mum!’
The first K-mart
opens its door.
Into space we
start to explore.
Motown Records is born,
It's from the soul.
We have new music,
It's called Rock n Roll.
For luck we carried
A rabbit's foot.
We kept phone numbers
in a phone book.
There were two
keys for the car.
The Barbie doll,
an instant star.
The kids had Bozo
and Howdy Doody.
We saw the first
drive-in movie.
We had I Love Lucy
on the TV.
We had no safe place
for safety.
In real-time we
experienced Beatlemania.
Our information came
from an encyclopedia.
Food stamps for
people in poverty.
Dallas Texas they
assassinated,
John F Kennedy.
We wrote in cursive and
can tell circle time.
We shopped at the
local five and Dime.
We used the first
electronic calculator.
We ate Swansons
frozen TV dinner.
We got our milk
from a milkman.
Our President was
Harry S. Truman.
We heard music
from vinyl LPs.
We had no color
on our TVs.
The government signs
The Southern Manifesto.
Vaccinations begin to stop
the spread of polio.
We had Dick Clark and
American Bandstand.
The papers read,
Say goodbye to Marilyn.
Turbo1904?
LONG TO BE SONNET
As spring did pass into summer’s full bloom
To stand with arms outstretched in seasons all
As the seasons knit like the weaving loom
Through the cold of winter, strong through to fall
Its strength and character for eons stand
The unkindest cut that will ever be
To not love and support this tree so grand
And not to kindly prune the fruiting tree.
The strength of sweeping boughs as arms held wide
My heart grows secure within those limbs strong
As arms strong, my dreams to be held inside
Standing folded in your boughs is not wrong
As a strong longing to be my fruit tree
I beg of nature that you fruit with me
LONG TO BE
For often through the way i feel
An idea to try and win your heart,
Unspoken action this the deal
Of simple mind no a la carte.
Because life i know soon to fade
Token symbol of you and me,
Somewhere to muse, feel love in shade
Of our moments together free.
Oh i know i could never be
Yet try i must stand in your life,
Sturdy foundations yet still free
Throughout all kinds of weather, rife.
Powerful touch of kindly prune
Such dignity with bloom the key,
When snipped away to nature's tune
Oh how i long to be your tree.
To stand with arms out stretched in seasons all
Through the cold of winter strong until fall
As spring did pass into summers full bloom
All the seasons knit as the weaving loom
the unkindest cut that will ever be
is not to kindly prune the fruiting tree
Its strength and character for eons stand
Ne’er to leave as times pass in glass and sand
© Mandy Tams 5/09/2013
© Harry j Horsman 5/09/2013
For Shadows Contest. Team Work
My mate Jim and I were tired of working for a boss.
We decided to buy a truck and give the 9 to 5 a toss.
We set up a little business, taking produce to the stalls.
It was just an idea we had about the time fortune calls.
We had a load of melons headed up to Jurien Bay,
They had to be at the markets bright an early next day.
Making good time, we would get there before dawn.
It had rained a tidy sky full, the road was rough and worn.
Suddenly the truck went slip slidin, we thought a flat tyre.
As we spied the scene she was sinking in a huge quagmire.
Now the burden of our troubles seemed too much to carry.
Near us was a house, we found out, belonged to Big Harry.
He was a retired farrier and a horseman dont you know it .
His reputation we heard was that of just an old poet.
Jim and I we pushed like Samson and Hercules,
All the good that did was just bury us to our knees.
Suddenly, we see a sight better than cavalry forces,
It was Big Harry leading two huge fine draught horses.
Over his arm he had slung harness and yoke and chains
Harnessing them, and there’s only the chain that remains.
“ Will ya axel take the stain? “ he asked in a shaky old voice.
“Yeah it should” I replied, so excited I was ready to rejoice.
We helped the poor feeble old man fix the chains to the truck.
Now stand back you two, there will be all sorts of flying muck.
Then he started giving orders to his two big handsome steeds.
His voice grew strong and powerful , orders were not pleads.
Words resplendent flowed, the beasts pushed to the core.
He cursed and swore an bullied them into giving a little more.
Those two beautiful horses pulled with all their might,
He shouted as the horses strained, ”it’s in a glue pot all right”
The golden horse called Ranger made a slip and nearly fell.
Big Harry let loose with language that’d make em blush in hell.
With one almighty heave the truck surged forward , higher.
It rolled up and out , free from the hold of that quagmire.
In a feeble old voice, “there ya go lads, thank Ranger n Thunder”
Folks will say he’s just an old poet, but to us he’s a bloomin wonder.
Music has always influenced my mind
it was something way down inside
my musical girls I would see every night
full-size posters on bedroom, I could confide
Olivia Newton-John following on 'Country Roads'
I felt 'So Hopelessly Devoted To You'
having seen 'Grease' on many occasions
so 'Physical' it felt 'I Need Love' too
Kate Bush rises me on 'Wuthering Heights'
such a haunting voice makes me 'Wow'
follow this beau 'Running Up That Hill'
dressed in black so stunning wets my brow
Debbie Harry made me always 'Dreaming'
'One Way Or Another' was of Blondie fame
'Heart Of Glass' stunned me to 'Rapture'
this New York babe made me never the same
This was me in late teens to early 20s
effected musically by my poster girls
even now love their voices to hear again
just memorising fills me with thrills
(I am going back in time to write a poem about my music collection that affected your life growing up and they were my poster girls.)
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“The song is ended but the melody lingers on.” – Irving Berlin
Ever since I became a Souper in 2022
A profile with tinted eyeglass and grey hair,
Reflecting gentleness and aristocracy,
Caught my wandering yet judicious eyes.
On reading his poems, I was drawn to him.
A cool and level headed man was Harry.
Strong like an old Oak tree, ever sheltering.
A sanctum to new poets, a guardian to all,
A man of warmth and wisdom, an inspiration.
He was not just one among a clump of trees
But stood aloof like an oak tree, firmly rooted.
In his popular poem The Old Oak Tree,
He lays down the credo of his life~
“Let us be sanctuary to the
symbolic songstress, scuttling
squirrel, vulgar urchin;
a fortress for the warrior
a haven for the pacifist
an inspiration for the poet!”
Never a pedant, flaunting his trophies,
For he knew the transitoriness of worldly fame.
Never fancied to ride the Hot Air Balloon
Knowing, it would come down to earth, deflated.
Not a votary of the ultra- modern.
In An Agenda-less Age- a poem of his,
He nostalgically reminisces his childhood,
In a rustic country side with no timetables and no worries,
With 'a tuneful mum dusting the blues in a song,'
Where fences were constructed, not as barriers,
But as support to lean on and chat with neighbors.
Harry, with you we believe too- ‘Death is not the End’
But the Golden Gate to another life.
Though your voice has fallen silent,
You continue to speak to us through your poems.
Your songs are still, yet you live on,
Through every line of verse composed.