A month of memories,
Are somewhat washed away,
Blurred to my naked eye.
Some I can remember,
Some I chose to forget,
Now just haze in my heart.
childlike spontaneity and pure intent
as innate propensity of our soul
in judging poetry contests
where focus is upon
a line of inquiry
seeks an ethereal scent
made alive by words symbolic
cajoling presence to imbibe the fragrance
assimilated in stillness by the mind of our heart
as renowned masteroes electrify the stage
with flawless renderings of their music
an almost imperceptible subtle note
possesses the fabric of our soul
playing as a healing refrain
which is what grips our attention
compellingly as a wave form magical
conjuring in toroidal heart a smokeless fire
exerting upon mind full potency of magnetism
drawn to a sublime scent intimate
fearing the wafting elixir won’t wait
we opted to meld with the vast void
that our soul’s focus be not decoyed
but what arose, an ephemeral rose
seduced and then sank into repose
leaving hollow heart demagnetised
ethereal effervescence not realised
in as not as yet an ignition in renewal
whose pulsating radiance is continual
promoting us to dissolve identity more
that vibrant heart seeking an encore
in time aligns with frequency wherefrom
surreal magnetism creates a bliss storm
I can’t reach you, love
I have little energy
Diving in the deep…
I can’t teach you, dear,
How to swim t’wards me out here
It’s not so shallow…
I fear you will fail
If you try to catch me, babe
Swimming in the deep
My tears run so dry
As I try to lift my head
Up on high, on high
Diving in the deep…
Can you save me before I —
Drown without a sound?
My fears disappear
As I hold on to mere cheer
So sacred you’re here
Swimming in the deep
The watery suicide
In which I can’t leap…
Thankfully, my love,
You swim to safety, you’re found
While I’m lost below
Mr. Pickle threw
A lavish pickle party
Inviting all his friends
Dill, sour, kosher
Spears and even halves
Seeing that the party
Was off the chain
Some uninvited guest arrived
With thirst and hunger
In their eyes,
They were humans!
Who tried to eat the pickles
But the pickles fought back
Dill rows around on the floor
Knocking them off balance
Sour dashes juices
Down their throats
Causing them to choak
Kosher scoots salted juices
Into their eyes blinding them
And spear, spears them and
Halves crashes down onto them
While down the beaten humans
Began to shake, then shrink
Turning into pickles and
The party went on!
I am in love with him
He doesn’t know what love is
I want to stay up all night with him
When his mind is playing tricks on him
He says he cares about me
I care about him too
He said he loved me
I wonder if his love is true
I love it when he calls me
His baby g
Look at the clouds above me
What do you see
I see an elephant
In dungarees
Is our love superficial
Or does it run deep
I can feel his heart beating
When we are asleep
I want him to be closer
This distance is killing me
But I just love him harder
Every nigh we are together
Two birds of a feather
I feel bound by a tether
I want to be with him forever
But this distance is killing me
When my baby loves me
Waivers day by day
But my baby loves me
Sometimes so it’s okay
In his arms forever
is where I want to stay
First grade, pelted with eggs
Second grade, broke both legs
Third grade, fell down the stairs
Fourth grade, clawed by a bear
Fifth grade, ran into a tree
Sixth grade, twisted a knee
Seventh grade, concussed my head
Eighth grade, fell out of bed
Ninth grade, had meningitis
Tenth grade, appendicitis
Eleventh grade, torn hamstring
Twelfth grade, acute bee sting...
So, to allay any fears from admission committees
I wrote the following college application ditty:
You may consider me somewhat injury-prone
But I have yet to break my first wishbone
And I give you my whole-hearted assurance
That I will use my parents' health insurance
I’ve become
a hermit
a recluse
an introvert
almost content
in my refuge
in the safety
of my bubble
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
There was an old Santa from Limerick
Who became so odd as a maverick
He drove all his reindeer insane
When they showered him with methane
And lived the rest of his life choleric.
He was nominated Santa once more
When the weatherman forecast rain to pour
But his reindeer had all passed on
Tender and rare the steak all gone
When having shacked up with the local whore.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
It astounded me when my husband felt
no pain when he had his first heart attack,
but bumps his toes and I learn an array
of words in high tone that takes me aback.
It's innate when my dog does a ditty
chasing a kitty in a speeding match,
but when he confronts it he wants to play.
Kitty hisses and draws it’s claws to scratch.
My son's sense of humor was decidedly quirky;
they all pushed and gave each other encouragement
I never knew what to expect from my turkeys.
Their poor wife’s now face the embarrassing moments.
7/4/2018
this is the tale of jim drew
who did what mom told him to
except for the dishes
when they ate cat fishes
then he would quickly skiddoo.
Painted were her eyes,
Somewhat azure and syphilitic, her heart;
And when I got home I realized,
I'd just fallen in love with a tart(!)
I have crushes like everyone else
what intrigues me is that I have no idea what they are thinking
conversations with them scare me because I have no idea what is coming next
this has obviously gotten me nowhere
it leaves my pondering are my feeling everlasting or just for the moment
a envious feeling occurs when observing other individuals who handle things quite handily
I would imagine I carry this weird aura clouding me, weird to other people and to myself
at times I don't know what to think of myself
but I hope my feeling are somewhat cute
You never felt the sun
the merry-go-round always spinning blue
songs are sung without harmony
summers always run cool
I gently hold that ice violin
in the shallow end of the pool,
somewhat.
You never tasted a snowflake
the swing forever swings empty
parades always march silent
I fly in the maelstrom
of the grayest confetti
somewhat.
Your footprints will never pitter-patter
on the tranquil shores of life
so, my steps burn heavy
I walk the shores alone
the candle void of any light
somewhat.
Soaring in the sky
We were all up & about
Our faith slowly died
You were in the dark
You're actin' somewhat shady
Shadows in hiding
I was in the light
You've been lonely, I can tell
Abode abiding
You are actin' strange
You look like you've seen a ghost
About time we change
Took wing from on high
I was so under your spell
We flew together
We were in the cage
We rose from our past ashes
Felt glad after rage
Felt complete - the norm
Been keeping warm without you
Need a cuddle pal!
My sweet fam'ly - pets
So what if I have issues?
Priceless companions!
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