Poetry you have been
for many years
my savior, my confidant
my truest friend.
Nothing could ever replace
a warm hug or the gentle
caress of loving hands;
but you've allowed for me
to express freely on paper
my inner most thoughts and
the ability to release through
rapidness of ink and unquiet hands the
joys and burdens of life.
Ran out of things to say for while;
so I went out and explored, meet
people in the outside world and saw
that my hurt is no different nor have
I been praying to a lesser God than those
who have the ability to watch the
sunset or rise but neglect to see the beauty
and gift bestowed upon them.
I'm sorry I was gone for a while
dear friend, for you never had
an unkind thing to say, nor have
tried to shun my mistakes
you the bearer of my souls truth,
The liberator of sorrows my loyalest
friend Please forgive my absence
still many things to be said.....
folio,
preparing my days ahead
smoke,
red dress, extending my hand to you
chasing dragons
images tagging a warm spot
rapidness,
my heart beats on and on
Timeless, and ultrathin
There is a minority force out there
one of evil and intent
disguised by enchantment and empathy,
within surging tides of coercion
steers one’s ever defiling poetry
of the predator,
those that crave to share one’s shadow
and constantly demand on return
a challenge to please one.
Yet
with words created in a
cynical brief of heartlessness from
gardens of perversity, cultivated
in domains of lies, untruth,
when a trigger-happy progression of rapidness
perfumed in eloquent penetration
aimed at one’s very soul.
Every
word every stanza to tug at the recipient
being delivered in poetry humaneness,
inflicting the aroma of fragrance to entice gullibility
before the enforcement to the nurtured
of a mature kind,
and the eventual trial of tempting innuendoes.
With
defloration complete,
here one reaches the pivot of reaction
the highway crossroads of decision,
a last chance to tread the right road
some will, some will not
those to fall into another’s perverted obscenity
to be ensnared, then scarred for life!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
The rapidness of life sneaks up you
until you stop and breathe.
The sun rises and then sets
another day passes with nothing seized.
It's the little things we fail to do,
those moments we should have loved.
The gifts that we accept without
acknowledgement or a hug.
We mostly live in past or future
failing to soak in the present hour.
Therefore appropriate sentiments
vanish like dying flowers.
My arms are open wide
to engulf those in my life.
Making sure they know
their support helped me through strife.
Forgetting our self worth
happens more than you think.
A reminder here and there
cures our soul so we don't sink.
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