Long Horsman Poems
Long Horsman Poems. Below are the most popular long Horsman by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Horsman poems by poem length and keyword.
Jesus Christ
Life ground to a halt
living down a dead end street
where there's no sunlight
and shadows of doubt linger...
Till your love blew them away.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Then East of Eden,
Flown West passed Sun
No dead end, new life begun.
The ink of poems,
And tears, all dried,
Eternal hope and peace abide.
Death ground to halt.
The streets asphalt
Shines clear and bright,
With the Son's eternal Light.
No doubt or dread
In heaven lingers,
Poet pens lyrics for
Heavenly singers.
The tears and doubts
Of dying day
Are gone,
...Your love blew them away.
In Fond Memory of Harry Horseman
in collaboration with his poem; 'Jesus Christ'
Rest in the fullness of joy Harry
With love,
BJ
No Greater Hero,
Struggling through the Great Depression
Growing up fatherless in the care of a loving aunt
Losing her husband, his weary mother could not cope
Working for the Civilian Conservation Corps
Trying to support his family
Attending school at night to provide a better life
Playing his sax and clarinet
Resounding notes of joy cast blessings
Filling our home with happiness many children never know
Loving eyes and deep, gentle voice
Drawing admiration from all who came to know him
Speaking softly, never in harsh tones
Accepting life’s challenges
Forgiving when his children seemed ungrateful
Nurturing, caring, standing by our sides
Picking us up when we fell
Offering support in every endeavor
Being the kind of father he never had
Teaching us to work hard and achieve
Reminding us that life offers no guarantees
Encouraging us to rebound from challenges as “come-back kids”
Gathering at his hospital bedside New Year’s Day 2009
Astonishing nurses with the depth of our love
Never leaving his side, three grown children rested hands upon his
Lingering six days in a coma, perhaps his soul already in heaven
Speaking to him, hoping he could hear
Wanting him to feel our love one last time
Siblings who rarely agreed
Concurring just this once
Feeling blessed by our father, the brightest star we see in heaven
Carolyn Devonshire
* Dedicated to my father, Arthur Schwarz, who died January 6, 2009
This poem, is Carolyn Devonshire.
one feels each word, not only in this wonderful dedication to her father,
but in every poem she writes,
her comments are warm and sincere,
and one can only be drawn to her understanding of the human race.
this is a wonderful contest. and i for one feel honoured to be a part of it.
harry horsman.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
P-oetess, who is so GREAT and LOVELY
O-n the pedestal, I look up at her with so much glee
E-verything she writes are splendid and they all inspire me
T-eaching me unique writing styles, drawing me to pen more with piquancy.
D-estroyer is a nice name giving me good impressions
E-ncouragement through her comments, destroy all my writing inhibitions
S-o grateful that heaven brings her as one of my precious gems
T-ruly, I will forever treasure her in reality and in my dreams
R-ight here in my heart and mind, I sincerely admire her
O-h, what a great mother, grandmother and also a sweet friend and sister!
Y-earning to meet her someday, I still wonder
E-nchanting names she has are giving me puzzles
R-esolve my doubts, who is Skat and Linda who has the same name as her bf forever?
Written: Sept. 6, 2012
10th Place Winner
Contest: Curiosity Killed the Cat Harry Horsman and Mandy Tams
Judged: 10/3/2012
Poet Sponsor: Harry Horsman
Members of the soup,
Every one a cool poet
An exstraudany group,
And they should know it
Breidenthal - Laura
Lucas - Rebecca
Cook - Samantha
- Jessica
Adams - Sandra
Leonora - Galinta
Reed - Karma
Everyone has such insight
I just love your every write
Tanya - harrington
Kerry - singleton
Rachel - hefinton
Anne - Lise Andresen
Rufferd - Anne
Harry - Horsman
Your work so spick and spam
Everyones seems so glam
Carol - brown
Dawn - mclunghlin
Anne - curin
And S - Erin
I love everyone's writing
All of you so enlighting
Tsiluma - Vicky
Hasle - Connelly
Catie - Lindsey
(Linda) - P,d
And Terry - Oleary
I love everyone's poetry
You all inspier me
Lina etling
The scipt
The scibe
I love all of it
Such a cool vibe
Any names I've forgot
please do forgive me
love you all too alot
Your's sincerely
David Scott X
I look forward to reading more of your works
Thank you for insperation Im touched in so many ways
At least theres still some people left in the nation
To brighten up the shitty days,,,,,,,D.S,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,x
PS SORRY IF MISSSPELT SOME NAMES OR NAMES BACK
TO FRONT TRYING TO ADD RYME IN SORT OF LETTER RAP STLYE
A Date with Milton
Written by Harry Horsman, 01/06/2023
A Premiere Contest Trophy Winner
Death comes to all like a great shadow,
servant of reality when the truth of it sinks
in leaving the experience embedded on
one’s soul. Milt, given to remembrance
in his lifetime, moments flashing by, when
the congregation gathered to celebrate his
time on earth. But in the book of scrolls
winter is definite in which age must give way
to the new, one, he’d readily give for
the sprinkling of innocence created to start
life’s process all over again, with perpetual
regularity. He would, from behind the thin
veil of Ionna, bless and comfort the unfortunate,
the depressed, the lame of an earthly lifetime in
songs of praise. Leave a recipe for a foregone
conclusion. Auf wiedersehen, we will meet again!
My Tribute to Harry Horsman
Written by _this Poet
This poem of Harry's truly touches my heart and soul
when I first read it and still now and will always love it.
Now, Harry has 'left' us for Heaven above and we weep
his passing It was written in God's scrolls and what is
written can never be unwritten. But, still Harry I am
shattered at your passing and it is difficult to accept.
Harry, you can keep your date with Milton Hankins, your
friend and fellow poet who we lost not long ago.
This poem truly shows us Harry's skill in writing poetry
with feelings. I 'feel' his truth in each word. Yes Harry,
in life moments flash by and we never know when our
time will be done for 'death comes to all like a great
shadow.' Like you, I hope that I can give praise in song,
written words, and in actions for those less fortunate.
That, I can be kind and gentle, like you. And, that I can
be generous with comments and compliments. And can
write beautiful poetry. Oh Harry, I will miss you everyday
forever. Harry, look down from Heaven and see the love.
Rest In Peace, my poetic friend !
Alone candle light in the abyss of darkness
Yet words are woven in creations of your smile,
The sweetest words are those not said intense timeless
When in your embrace one melts to your unique style.
Your flame renewed kindle in sweet resurrection
Emerald eyes that glow in lust of perfection,
Can but dowse puritan thoughts with insurrection
Rebellion is kindled in this new affection
Fires of passion the candle lit the abyss
To burn forever more in the flame of true love
To melt in your arms with the promise of a kiss
The iron hand now firmly in the velvet glove
Love like this has never before been given birth
My life my love this is your awakened loving worth
Collaboration Between © Mandy Tams & ©Harry J Horsman 29/04/2013
SCROLL OF LIFE
Although the light long ago faded from my youth
Clarity of my memories tell one; go home,
If only to find the innocence and the truth
From whence I travelled this world, like a gypsy roam.
When the scroll misconstrued paths collide in the night
Unprepared for the dawning the golden sunrise,
Horizon awakened one of emerald bright
Freeways of poetry and words woven without guise.
The misunderstanding of the unrolling scroll
Gave one measure to digest the loss; the delay,
In sands of time ribald an everlasting toll
The scroll we have a new understanding this day.
The gypsy has finally found himself a home
Through emerald eyes seeing his sunrise; not alone.
© Harry J Horsman & Mandy M Tams 2014
Farewell seems so final,
like death.
How does one say~goodbye,
not easy for family and friends.
A writer will always be a writer,
you were outstanding.
Your comments were always encouraging,
you knew just what to say.
Blood did not run through your veins,
for it was ink.
As you got older,
you only got better at writing.
Saying goodbye is hard,
so I will not say goodbye.
Heaven now has another writer,
so until we all meet up in heaven keep writing.
I peer into your depth bypass my reflection
See an image of another day out of time,
Mingled with spirit calling for one’s affection
Lurid evidence still of industrial grime.
Yet this fertile inspiration moved a nation
Arteries connected living channels of hope,
Creation of working class whom knew their station
Seeking a desire for work each day they did grope
To touch the water ripples flow and circles spread
The cut healed with sutures holding tight bank to bank
My sentiment grows with each circle cast thy bread
Eyes look into mine from the waters depth are blank
Bypass my reflection I see yours looking up
Your maker took those with no silver spoon to sup
© 20/11/2013
Collaboration by Harry J Horsman & Mandy Tams
Contest Entry
(Inspired by Harry’s poems- The Old Oak Tree, Oh them hot air balloons, Death is Not the End and An Agendaless Age)
I have known Harry barely two years back
Yet I felt a strange rapport with him
Even before reading his poems,
On seeing the silhouette of Harry,
In colored glass and grey hair, reflecting
Nobility and gentleness, I got overpowered.
I have always felt he was cool and level-headed
But strong like the old oak tree, ever sheltering!
A sanctuary to new poets, a guardian to everyone,
To learn and derive inspiration from.
A gentle spirit who had a word of encouragement for all.
He was not among the clump of trees
But stood aloof like the old oak tree
He wished to stay rooted to the ground
And never fancied to ride like the hot air balloon
As he knew it would soon come down to earth
He was never a votary of the ultra modern age.
He nostalgically reminiscences of an agenda- less age,
When there were no timetables and no worries
Where fences were constructed, not as barriers,
But to lean on and talk with neighbours.
Harry, with you we too believe, death is not the end.
You will not die dear poet friend
But through your poems, will live in our hearts forever.
Enjoy the bliss of being in an agenda- less age,
And roam free ‘in fresh woods and pastures new’!
May 31.2023
~ Placed First~
Tributes to Harry Horsman- An Uncontest Poetrty Contest
Sponsor- Andrea Dietrich
.