He said a solemn goodbye to his purple steed,
a trike, now, the only conveyance he'd need,
and there would only be just one other small thing,
a little Red Ryder pulled by a string -
and the wind would whistle through holes in his head
as he rode through the town with his wagon of red.
A man was marching through his mind.
An empty cell to fullfill his time.
Long before he traveled lands.
He blistered truth with burned up hands.
Many miles and waters sailed.
Out for nothing and still he failed.
A man was marching into space.
An endless look expressed his face.
This forced impression along the ride.
Consumed illusions to take his pride.
The need for more to take the fall.
Below the belt and made to crawl.
A man was marching into lead.
He used his guilt to count his greed.
A path was chosen and yet not made.
Where he's going the lights will fade.
A man was marching into fate.
Love will fualter and cease to hate.
This man that marched and never left.
Stood his post to wait for death.
A man was marching through his mind.
An empty cell to fullfill his time.
Long before he traveled lands.
He blistered truth with burned up hands.
Many miles and waters sailed.
Out for nothing and still he failed.
A man was marching into space.
An endless look expressed his face.
This forced impression along the ride.
Consumed illusions to take his pride.
The need for more to take the fall.
Below the belt and made to crawl.
A man was marching into lead.
He used his guilt to count his greed.
A path was chosen and yet not made.
Where he's going the lights will fade.
A man was marching into fate.
Love will fualter and cease to hate.
This man that marched and never left.
Stood his post to wait for death.
Gathering remnants where facets remain
I add a touch in a brush stroke of dream
Of lemon sun possibilities
Upon an emerald grove of trees
Resting near a subtle blue lake
Dotted with red posies
Lost in a dream
Chartreuse mountains reach high
Blue skies redeem
the meaning of life
Lost in a fantasy
A subtle river runs free
Birds of flight flutter
As my muse is complete
For nature and all its beauty
A gift given for free
Touching the vast unknown
From one spiritual seed
One man in my life
That keeps me alive
Here on earth
Is my Father
He gave me lots of feelings
When he made me
A long time ago
With his holy hands
I am also glad that
I live here on earth
Also my father inspires
Me to write poems
Also I am very happy
That I am the oldest child
Of my Father
Also I write different poems
For my Father
Every single day
And after I finish writing my poems
My Father rewards me
For a well done job
Chicago, Illinois was his birthplace.
He was a man of the white race.
A move to a small midwestern town,
And an idea for a famous street formed in his crown.
In school, he realized he loved to draw,
Beautiful drawings with crayons his teacher saw.
Taking photographs became the norm,
And ideas for cartoons began to form.
As a young adult, he lived in Kansas City.
His animated films were quite witty.
He made laugh-o-gram sketches,
That were met with great successes!
He moved to California for a fresh start.
Creating cartoon characters became his heart.
Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, and Goofy too,
Fairy tales, animated movies, and clothes to name a few.
But his work was not done.
He built a theme park so people could have fun!
Disneyland because his creation,
He left a legacy for our nation.
My faced is caked
With pigment baked
Into the glaring night
I look for light
It’s me I fight
Day and night
Have you no eyes?
Do you not see?
You are looking
At another me
I stand alone
I do not own
I am the speech
I am the word
I am the battle
I am the axe
I am the struggle
I am the strife
This is my way
This is my life
I am so many
I am but one
I am all and yet I am none
The time is now
I’ve stood and how
On this stage of life
I’ll take a bow, I’ll take a bow!
29.4.22
One Man
One man, a man crazed with greed
Conscripts and commands thousands of others
Under the pretext of protecting their homeland
To attack and kill their Ukrainian brothers.
One man, reputed to be charismatic
Hypnotized and bullied his German nation
With the delusion of their superior race -
That eliminating the Jews was their salvation.
One man, whose words and ways were uplifting
Urged us, when insulted, to turn the other cheek
Telling us to love our neighbor as our self
Saying the inner Kingdom is what we should seek.
Now all men, one man at a time,
Must stand up and declare their choice -
By what dynamic should our world be ruled?
May good will and cooperation be the prevailing voice.
Molly Moore
the dragon rises
so willing to sacrifice...
many of his own
© Harry J Horsman 2021
He parades down the street
to his own unique beat
Oblivious to others
He'll have his druthers
Unabashed, strangers stare
As if he could care
Some yell death threats
He has yet to sweat
Who is this eccentric
And what is his crime
By now have you guessed ~
He's the last man with no mask
November 25, 2020
The Last 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
One man with a poor eye vision,
Decided to undergo circumcision.
But he perform it himself
And, of course, not too well,
From the start it was amiss decision
Is man a fool?
Fool for who?
Who is he?
He is nothing
Nothing at all
All his life
Life is a struggle
Struggle for something
Something to eat
Eat for what?
What his body needs
Needs he never meets
Meets nothing but troubles
Trouble everywhere
Everywhere he goes
Goes to work
Work for people
People in the offices
Offices they built
Built from his sweat
Sweat from the inside
Inside gets sick
Sick, until he is dying
Dying, dying and dying.
I can not overcome
the problems of the world
but each person
can overcome
their own problems
You can teach
your children to hate
or you can teach
your children to love
you can build war
after war
or build city's
and playgrounds
you can argue
fight and bicker
or build smiles
love and trust
working together
saving together
you can build jobs
for your people
or watch as people
starve and die
you can create wars
create refugees
drive people
from their homes
or work together
to make a better life
you can teach
your children to hate
Americans
teach you children
to become bombs
use your children
as canon fodder
in a never ending war
or build a world
that loves peace
with jobs and hope
for everybody
one man can't
change the world
but each individual
can change themselves
My love is invalid
She cannot feel it
Just blessed for a man
who cannot deal it
That left to a cat
is one man steal it
When theft of a heart
is one man seal it
A Man A Woman.
A Man and Woman are born made of love
To replenish the earth and in appreciation
For Life's gift and kindness of creation
Worship God above
A Man or Woman alone
Is just an island lost at sea
Two missing pieces of a Jigsaw puzzle
To complete a picture
Of how things should be
Two halves yet apart
That one day is destined
To make a whole complete
Of one mind
One soul
One heart
Writers and contributor's together
To their personal book of life
Paragraphs of both sorrow
And delight
Filling in spaces the other
May yet not see
With appreciation caring trust honesty
And monogamy
As they bloom to maturity
Roots entwined as hearts
Deep under firm ground
Nourished by a strong friendship
Bathed in undying loving tenderness
And purity
Ironing out the wrinkles
Together
Sailing uncharted seas
Under temperamental weather
Reaching for the sun
When there is none
One complete
Until death
Has come.
Peter Dome©2019.
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