Short Recollecting Poems

sitting on a hill
recollecting all lost thoughts
while losing myself...

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I have mastered hitting the walls

with each collision
they took a piece of me

today

I'm recollecting my parts
building myself anew

I will never, ever let anyone steal my rocks...

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Desperately needing a release to find

Individuality of myself 

Voiding all legal contracts and becoming
 
Obsolete to my ex
 
Recollecting past memories of my younger happier days 

Capturing that smile I once wore
 
Everything works out in the end...

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Recollecting the thoughts
Exercising the fingers
Sharpening the eyes
I wonder why?

Stable it has become
Smoothly it has come
Aggressively it has conquered
I wonder why?

Should worry be a norm?
Would worry be a norm?
Could worry be a norm?
I wonder why?...

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At times in the yonder, I would ponder, 
It's time for the inner voice to render.
My soul is once again contented and rejuvenated,
In silence, I spend recollecting and reflecting,
To reflect on all that is done and what can be done. 
At times in the yonder, I ponder....

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I slip into 
my cloud 
and let it

take my mind 
to count how much left 
of my imagination.

“Ah, I see 
no stars in 
weightless night!” I said.

So she folds 
me, with her honeyed 
palms 

and keeps me 
warm 
in her pot of dreams—

recollecting
my memories to face 
another morrow....

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lost somewhere
in the triangle
of Self
and Sense and Soul
we swim

far beyond
chance of rescue
we cling to drifwood
with sunburnt arms
still strong

silent within
the back spin
recollecting
when we were abandoned
and why

our eyes
search the horizon
faithfully
until we tire
and slip under...

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(in reference to Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)

That's what it must be. an Empty
tomb
For there's No trace of you, in
Mother Earth's womb
That is what I have come to
assume
Recollecting on November 4th,
No sounds of a boom
Despite, what remains Empty,
is your room
Still, I believe, your Spirit does
bloom...

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I’m reading old poems that I wrote;
(Most are wonderful, if I can gloat!)
Many capture events
That my old brain prevents
Recollecting, from times now remote.

I’m remembering travels and days,
Each occasion my writing portrays,
That I thought I’d forgot
But apparently not
For when written, each memory stays.
...

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Taking a flight of fancy through bygone days
Recollecting memories of countless prosperity
Those precious gems of life’s gifts
I find it in the smell of your old room
It’s in the gestures of your journey
That I still see so clearly
It’s in the smile captured in your photograph
There is hope in your everlasting legacy...

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Across the country, I’ve lost my sense; 
I sit and count the days. 
The days I have not perceived your say. 
I’m gone in a haze recollecting your mysterious gaze, 
am I crazy to say I keep falling in this passageway; 
your love is enchanting my insanity. 
I add up the days, when will our love go away?...

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The blue eyes of hers wavering between choices,
Whether to stay or leave, accept or create
All thoughts lingering her mind about the over and done
Recollecting the abuses and rejections of the past
She got up sleeves folded, head held high,
Ran with daring determination,
Tracing the light of stars in the darkest night
With the hope of daylight....

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Now I do reminisce
but not without pain,
there are times I recall
with some tears to restrain.

Reflecting on years
and the ones no doubt lost,
realities turn
my emotional cost!

Carry on best I can
such a wound never heals,
the façade as presented
and the hurt it conceals.

   
Missing my Wife Avis 
on her 60th birthday
7/10/61 - 8/28/2016...

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So bashful to the wind the day sets at bay
recollecting the past of the stilled clay,
mounded mind distract the dew
observing the mountains in the view,
combusting in it's self the rain flaws
cold winter winds build it's claws,
to tangle the day amoung the clear
just to await what could be coming near,
golden spokes of torned day
breaks the path of wilted frey....

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May be I will meet you someday somewhere
you will fail  to recognize my smile
I do not have to reply
Coj I know you will reply to me first
I will be waiting by that broken bench
You know I am peaceful
I don’t talk much
I speak when my pen speaks
You must have  read my lips
I am journeying still
Recollecting words….
Words very common to one’s heart
I expect you will read these lines..
From……your dearest….....

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May be I will meet you someday somewhere
you will fail  to recognize my smile
I do not have to reply
Coj I know you will reply to me first
I will be waiting by that broken bench
You know I am peaceful
I don’t talk much
I speak when my pen speaks
You must have  read my lips
I am journeying still
Recollecting words….
Words very common to one’s heart
I expect you will read these lines..
From……your dearest….....

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May be I will meet you someday somewhere
you will fail  to recognize my smile
I do not have to reply
Coj I know you will reply to me first
I will be waiting by that broken bench
You know I am peaceful
I don’t talk much
I speak when my pen speaks
You must have  read my lips
I am journeying still
Recollecting words….
Words very common to one’s heart
I expect you will read these lines..
From……your dearest….....

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May be I will meet you someday somewhere
you will fail  to recognize my smile
I do not have to reply
Coj I know you will reply to me first
I will be waiting by that broken bench
You know I am peaceful
I don’t talk much
I speak when my pen speaks
You must have  read my lips
I am journeying still
Recollecting words….
Words very common to one’s heart
I expect you will read these lines..
From……your dearest….....

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the child inside

revealed through cascading 
recollecting
regrets unspoken break free
boundlessly

the child inside

hindered responsibility weigh
heavily
elation manifestation refuted
deniability

the child inside

yearning determined to depart
dependability
exchanging impulsive playful
irrationality

the child inside

locked away penal complexes
restricting
flee to autonomy- mischievous
creativity...

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You can not regain lost time
for it is spent
Past
forever gone
The moment to hesitate is through
No way to turn those hands back
Retreat return – no, never
Seconds tick by
onwardly marching
For time it stops for no one

And yet the future
now is time 
for change
for remembering
for recollecting
effecting what may be
doing things for the now
living life with no regrets
move on 
for life time is precious...

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Whisky spirit mind limit 
pluck memorized vision
seize th' stars up ahead
battle th' inner crave
it ne'er yet give up
always wrestle back 
an leave with glory 
walk th' alley 
recollecting th' mind

Hair spikes piercing rings
illusionize tepid care
hideous masks loose style 
spots th' priceless fake act
go throw family line away
for an amoral base fay 
O' how foolish of you to be
but not be , what meant be...

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Recollecting
I cherish the flower
I salvaged 
From the table
That night

The flow of wine
Gentle music
Romance
The two of us
Holding hands

How could I 
Have known
You'd be gone
That tragedy 
Would strike

On the phone
You talked 
To me of love
Driving home 
That night

Now I'm to blame
We broke the law
For love
You having 
Lost your life

A lone
Treasured flower
I cling to 
Now I'll never
Be your wife...

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Waking up next to you
Stretching my arms to you
Gazing deep into your eyes
Feeling your arms run through my body
Your breath next to my breath 
Breathing the soft air of our love
Caressing each other one hair streak at a time
Indulging into each other one affair at a time
Recollecting the night's moments
Finding each other as time passes
Needing more of each other as we lay next to each other
Leaving no ends, to every new beginning...

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Longing to feel your clement breath
while reading your letters in the sand,
you write about premature death
a life taken by one’s own hand.
The whole world knows it’s sometimes hard
to put on a face and face the day,
life isn’t about the right card
or the way one needs to play.
For here alone I need time to think
while straying not from vigilance,
recollecting life in the pink
after years of assertive innocence…

© Harry J Horsman 1996...

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I know I am broken like a pitcher of clay
I should neglect it; what use of it, say!
They had done, my relatives, friends,
Knowing that there's no hope remains;
It's then I saw you entering the scene,
Collecting me; recollecting and joining;
Not with ordinary gum or coal of old,
But with pure and purified karat gold;
I looked glamorous than before I was,
It's, hence, I love you and keep you close...




18 August 2021
Broken Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish...

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