When love hits the heart
It makes the body warmer
Is it hot in here?
When the heart feels the love
It makes the mind wander
Is it me?
A love affair,
The sequence of events
Modified the atmosphere
What are you talking about?
The principles of values
Expressed the memorandum
What are you saying?
Read my lips,
When the words are written
It stipulates what has been written
Is it very hot in here?
When the kisses are felt
It stipulates a love language
Is it me?
A intimate love story
Categories:
stipulates, adventure, africa, appreciation, change,
Form: Free verse
Grapevine stories manipulate and bore
one more ape mind stipulates war
but what for when tears pour
and I’ve never heard of you before
Your name popped up for the first time
word has it you are against mine
don’t know you yet you whine
upset me mate, out my the sunshines
Stunned so I act though should ignore
you mean nothing just a chore
a man disliking me to the core
I lack any interest don’t tell more
Are you just bitter or walking joke
life urging you to hang from rope
head clouded by cannabis smoke
cus you are clearly mentally broke
Go and read my Word Say Word Slay
when you’re done be on your way
I’m a nasty when I play
go now while you breathe okay
My whole life people haven’t liked me
immune persist and deadly
what this life has made me be
make ashes to ashes rest in peace
Categories:
stipulates, for him,
Form: Rhyme
While Satan still manipulates
the call to arms is apparent,
when disarmament stipulates
a flaw a weakness to exploit;
by the next despotic arrant
moving amongst us all adroit.
Peaceful lands of noble intent
sing your gullible lullaby,
relinquish your strength you’ll repent
aiding the augment of evil;
his preying armies to satisfy
destroying peace with upheaval.
While Satan still manipulates
peaceful lands of noble intent.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
Categories:
stipulates, evil, Lullaby,
Form: Sonnet
when you kill the fat chickens
to fill your big bellies and pet kittens
please keep the feathers for me
I crave to craft some strong and long wings
that I should fly to those deceased things,
sweated for, but betrayed by your flaw;
a betrayed free home for us all
I want to fly there, this dirty and bare,
my sick body to have that touch of care,
long gone, seasoned by burdens of shared tablets
as prescriptions, a mockery to what the law stipulates
I want to fly there, this dirty and bare,
my car cistern once more to overflow and dare
the long, dusty, twisting and twirling ramps
no longer to bear nippy nights at fuel pumps,
I want to fly there, this dirty and bare,
my crackled hands foreign currency to bear
and to believe blackouts are but apocalypse;
to touch taps that run throughout without lapse
I want to fly there, this dirty and bare,
my colours to openly and boldly declare
and talk my blues without a worried glance
over my bony shoulders in fear of a pounce
a smack or a tirade of name-calling
from arrogant mouths, frothing and fluffing.
so when you kill the fat chickens
and wine and dine the remains
please keep the feathers for me.
Categories:
stipulates, pain,
Form: Rhyme
A verse in the bible says we will all change at the ending in a twinkle of an eye,
But this verse means converting from flesh to spirit to meet The Lord in the sky,
It does not mean carrying on with sin, betrayal, and lies until the final curtain call,
That is not what that verse stipulates or means in any way or shape at all.
Categories:
stipulates, faith
Form: Quatrain