New broom, swept fast
Old broom, hold fast
Both still work.
just like a message
you turn me on
erring on the side of caution
all i wanted
was your voice
like a teenage dream
you haunt me
all the pathos you can reach
new broom to sweep
long legged candy yet
dancing strictly alone
Shiver for Shiva is about.
The made must be undone
the created made to dance
on new flames.
Halloween is due,
all the old souls
will be flying in the night
on new broom sticks.
The days are crushed together,
black-ice has made them
fragile and slippery.
Shiver, for Shiva stamps his foot
on the innocent and the black-hearted
all will be blessed,
for a long winter has come
he will save their eyes
and not allow them to be blinded
by life or death.
It's time to take poetry into the war room,
So the world won't go boom.
Spinning with a new loom,
Could save a government which is all doom.
If we can we should take poetry into the Board room,
To head off the next crisis that is about to loom.
And while we are at it let's not forget the school room,
Where we can take away some of the gloom.
The kitchen and bathroom,
Could do with a new broom.
And a better view of the moon from the bedroom,
May help Love again to bloom.
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 32
Ask them who brought this World to the brink of doom
Why what they say now they didn’t at COP1
Ask them if they can really reverse tides that loom
Ask them why on elections’ eve they turn new broom
Do leaders come of age at fresh twenty-one
Ask them who brought this World to the brink of doom
Ask them why farewell speeches seem studied gloom
Who put in relief the joke on succession
Ask them if they can really reverse tides that loom
Ask them why campaign speeches bloom way from home
What if the next leader’s gun-oil Republican
Ask them who brought this World to the brink of doom
Then ask yourself why some need others to groom
Need other leaders to prove they are Number One
Ask them if they can really reverse tides that loom
Ask them clean energy spells doom for whom
Who stands to gain what greenhouse gases consume
Ask them who brought this World to the brink of doom
Ask them if they can really reverse tides that loom
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
when I was young
I was a love song
my smile was merry
my heart, a ripe cherry
my soul was a lyric
eyes filled with wonder and magic
when I was a young bloom
I swept like a new broom
I danced like a free sprite
I ran like a young spirit
I was never a passenger
I lived music like an orchestra
when I was a love song
my words were so strong
my message never wrong
my heart's embrace ever long
my love song was sung
my love story was strung
Now that I’m old
my dreams are on hold
I am a scratched record
Now that my song’s been sold
my heart is a hardened thorn
and all who love to hear me, get torn
The dawn of a New Year
Another time to meet head on,
Is this a good omen or do I fear
Now my youth has long gone,
Ablaze within the power shone.
Yet I see a light bestirring
Amongst the doom and gloom,
Freedom of one’s pen columnist averring
When of weaving the literary loom,
Idealistic sweeps the new broom.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
No more this verdant sight no more the sound
No more the heart of mist at nature’s dawn
No more victims of constant pressure found
No more the fool of man’s enactment borne.
To worship a foundation so ancient
The last bastion of one’s ancestor
Then one bears scars of prudence so poignant
When complied to appease the molester.
Our Fathers who wove within nature’s loom
So soon eras of memories destroyed
When at the mercy of Europe’s new broom
Leaving many dreams retrenched redeployed.
Hearts and minds linger still at Purple Haze
Ghostly cascades of falling tears amaze!
For all the farmers systematically force from their lands
in a orchestrated albeit subtle way
after the UK joined the European common market 1970's
A Poem about of one of those farms "Purple Haze"
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Once a man told me of this saying so clear,
That I have noticed comes true every time.
Such a simple saying with a meaning sincere,
Left deep impression on my mind, in my prime,
Just one line and here is what he said to me.
He said, “A new broom always sweeps so clean“.
At first not knowing what he meant in any degree.
In just a little while, I understood what he did mean.
If you have ever swept any floor with a new broom,
Then you know the ease of flowing dirt in those piles.
With an older broom, it takes longer to groom.
Along with it might seem like traveling miles.
Humanity terms it means, a new person works hard,
To prove maybe their worth, in a new position held.
Though after time they seem to fade, playing a card,
Then they seem to fade into the shadows and quelled.
quote " A New Broom always sweeps clean"
A misconception is the tale
That we should dread October's spell
Weird things happen, but do not fear
It only comes but once a year
Cornstalks, lanterns, pumpkin faces
Cloudy nights, and creepy spaces
Mummies hide by light of day
Ghouls in shadows want to play
Ghosts appear to take a peek
Cats put on their black coat sleek
Spider's weave around the room
A wart-nosed witch has brand new broom
Her sideways glance at mirror cracked
Still sneers her ugly image back
The cauldron cleaned with spit and shine
Prepared to hold a drink of slime
With tasty toads and wormy molds
It boils steamy brew that's bold
Graveyards readied, dark with gloom
Bats in belfries wait for doom
No need to dread the harvest moon
All Hallow's Eve is coming soon
They've all worked hard to be prepared
Join the party, IF YOU DARE!!