Long Pegasus Poems
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Something’s happening, let’s call it sunrise, for now,
and summer vacation in Geneva, in umm.. 10 hours.
My heart-beat is spiking, like a flag or kite flying.
I’m leaving an empty room - making one last pass with a broom.
I’m stuffing my bag, with the last few things, for escape on aluminum wings.
My dreams, woven in bright, butterfly tapestries, are rolled and folded -
packed between urgent fantasies and harsh, time-sensitive practicalities.
I know you’re there, a quarter-world away, good news, pegasus awaits,
to streak gulf-stream high, over choppy oceans wide with mechanical fire,
its ice-cycle crystal contrail points, like cherub cupid's arrow, toward you.
Forget pixels, tech instruments, remote lifeline connections,
and prayer-like whispers over thin, criss-crossed wires.
I’m making my move, coming compass-needle true,
to press up close, reintroduce, extemporize and seduce.
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music for this:
Someday by Sugar Ray
sunburn by almost monday
This Charming Man by The Smiths
Heaven by Los Lonely Boys
On the wings of a Pegasus,
You've spirited away
To be with the Lord in heaven.
I wish I knew you better
During your living years,
But through your poetry,
You opened ajar
The window to your soul,
For that I'm eternally grateful!
God has called you home,
Whispering into your ear
"Your work here is done."
We, your dear poet friends,
Miss you here on Earth,
But you're exactly where
You're supposed to be;
Free of all pain and suffering.
You left behind written jewels
To be fondly revisited by admirers
For years and years to come.
Godspeed, Harry J. Horsman!
Tributes To Harry Horsman: An Uncontest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Date written: 05/28/2023
Struck! Evening murk ink sky infultrated
Weapon copper key turns lock apricot
Crystal busy bunched clouds fluro painted
Fleshy salmon jump aboard paper yacht
Storm dealt in spledour of unicorn wings
Rooftop hooves unheard by screen bound many
Peach plumage gallops gaily, ombre brings
Daisy daggers to grey ordinary
Pirates fear nearness to pole flamingo
Neon flag slaps unsuspecting sailors
Phospher aqua plankton blown where wind goes
Rosey riot ocean show's outrageous
Rust runs from pegasus horn, orange spark
Spilt pink electric brush strokes puncture dark
30th August
Thank Jesus
for this Show
The angelic beast of Pegasus
flew over the land of PoetrySoup
where he hit some turbulence
and lost some feathers
The poets would take up with feathers
and make writing quills with them
and from that day
poetry changed forever
Poems would be richer in metaphors
and abundant in alliterations
imagery would be ripe
And rhyming would be rich
The magical quills of Pegasus feathers
performed wonderfully
giving the authors Poems of the Day
and digital trophies in contests
But an army of poets in PoetrySoup
came about who did not fetch the magical feathers
they would write from their hearts and souls
and would compete endlessly against the magic
These poem warriors
created an endless amount of charm
and they would show that cheating
is not the blessed way
So you must decide dear friend
That if ever you come across a Pegasus feather
will you use it
to quill your prose
A place called Copenhagen, do you know its song?
Joy and laughter safely ride waves of light.,
and summer days are twenty-five hours long.
Do you still hear the sprocket's cadence and pedals din..
our hearts saying "follow me!" to clamour, and climax in sun,
along the perch fishing canals and Strøget's shops.
You wore Pegasus sandals and a Nørgaard 101 striped t-shirt.,. two sizes too small,
our bikes were true friends, our chains sang in unison,
to the lonely smiles of the raggedy ann town folk.
From the biergarten our parents look on..
sipping Carlsberg Pilsner and Mulberry Aquavit snaps.
Just a hint of sadness hidden behind sunglasses,
they knew that innocent sun too..
Let's sup on ourselves unrepentant,
where no one else can dine.
Your basket holds sweet fruit of existence..
the fresh bread of light in mine.
We'll make a pact to return one day,
where sunshine brightens the May,
and If the clouds turn to grey,
or we're separated by a crowd of strangers..
I'll look for you at the center, searching through the bins,
for what two foolish lovers threw away..
Among Kewpie dolls, sandals & scarves,
clothed déjà vu dreams abound.
Yet true hearts yearn for eternity still,
in Tivoli Garden's lost and found.
Complete Dreams
I straddled Pegasus of legendary fame, and picked you up with me
He took us to the moon; we bathed in the sea of tranquility
His body taught, his strength we borrowed our love he helped complete
The ruby lips warmed by love, sent tingles down from head to feet.
We passed through the Milky Way; we played with the shooting stars
We rode on the back of the great bear; we had no need of any wine bars.
We caught a meteor shower, we held it so close with its explosive power
Time stood still we never knew was it days, weeks, or just an hour.
We met in a dream and we rode the heavens on that day of days
Entwined together in ecstasy Pegasus showed and led us the way
The dream of touching ruby lips, just fermented by body heat
Passion bursting forth, now there is one dream that is complete.
© 7/12/2012 ~GG~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1R8nJSe8Jb0
Dreams are made of fairy dust and gold my mom once said
as she tucked me in real tight and kissed my sleepy head
you will see stars of bright and little angels baking bread
there upon a cloud, a Pegasus with wings of finest thread
Dreams are made for human bodies full of goodness, light
you can get there if you try and wish with all your might
you'll see blueberry moons with eyes that wink so bright
magic swords with pixie dust, that never fear the night
Fairies will rock you in their cradles by their garden nook
while you sleep five winks and create with just one look
up here you can be a butterfly lost in the winds of chinook
reveal most anything, be transparent as an open book
Dreams are made of fairy dust and gold my mom once said
as she tucked me in I fell asleep, with angels in my head.
I am in that in-between space
where nothing matters
yet everything does.
So much noise around me
while something quietly died inside.
Is it a magnetic frequency?
Misplaced energy?
Not to speak in codes—
I simply do not know anymore.
Surrounded by many,
yet still lonely.
Never truly understood.
No support from anyone.
Are we alone in this universe?
Do we pray to a God who does not exist,
or one who chooses not to listen?
Sometimes
I feel like a broken-winged Pegasus.
Will my wing ever mend?
Will I ever fly from this cliff—
to admire the stars
as the calming wind touches my face,
soaring higher
while the valley grows smaller below?
Tears run to my lips
as I watch the sun setting,
feeling the warmth of its fading glow.
At least that is what I imagined
for a wounded warrior
praying for days
of peaceful existence.
I still wonder—
will it have
a happy ending?
Near Living Waters a bond is Forged
Gilded Hooves and Wings and Swords,
Feathers of Fire and Light Scintillate Ablaze
I Saddle Up and Ride the High Heavens Way,
Flailing Beams of Radiance, Zion Bound
Upright for the Glory, Upright for the Crown
One with the Bond comes Forth the Golden Man
ARCHETYPE LEGENDARY!!! Swinging Steel like Conan,
Galloping High North propelled by the Wind Force
Solar luminous, Marching Knightly up the High Roads
Divine is the Essence, Blazing Stallions like Bellerophon
Through the Eternal Springs of Life and Beyond,
Sprung Forth by The Calling I'm a Wild Soul
Heroic Sown, Bold, and Sun Born
Gleaming Palladium Shaffron, Cruppers and Crinets
I Ride with PEGASUS, The Greater Self
One by the Lightning, One with the Thunder
Full Speed Ever-Upward, Ever-Onward
#5: The Morning After
Shifting affects all their pulled souls; constant,
seized stares engage dawning crystals; bred views.
Child-like cherubs guide giggling stars; enchant,
Pegasus prepped and harnessed; controlled crews,
sprawled winged bats whorl descends barricaded,
midnight submerged shades Admiral cool blues.
Swamp aroused, croaks, leaps, buzzes, and waded,
Luna merged descension, picturesque views,
a deserved tired town, abandoned lagoon,
cows standing in their beds as the grass grows,
a milkman's leaving whistles a suite tune,
farm life kickers, kitchens light flicker glows.
Cherubs hook up the small wagon and hold,
as Sol draws the reigns; Chariot of Gold.