I delight in your twaddle inside me, young girl.
Restore the golden-pink gleam with a swirl.
Memories of who've died or are close to dying.
Delve deep, according to inner-child supplying.
Taking apart each self that has been dark-dyed
Then, closely dig up the shimmering past's side.
Until we draw a kinder rainbow hue, we must wait.
Vacant space below crops and owned bogs is fate.
I witnessed my parents waiting at the school gate.
I spy my father wandering the area near the grate.
The stems of ivy felt alike wings around her neck.
I can view my mother eschewed quickly to the deck.
ignited by her tenderness and exuberance.
Hijinks start here, unlucky protuberance.
Her giggling sounds akin to the essence of life.
Her grin, which is always braw, stops any strife.
Written: May 1st 2023
White Tiger
Giant beast,
un-caged power of destruction,
taking apart my life one day at a time.
Ever-growing and living off,
the suffering of my apparent lack,
of everything.
Your secret has been revealed.
It is no longer possible,
for you to traverse,
the same path twice.
I have dipped you in water,
you tear easily now.
Made of nothing more,
then fine paper,
now of lesser quality,
due to flaws seen in the Light.
Your teeth, fallen out...
upon the floor like confetti,
your nails, colored pink and girly.
No backbone, no spine,
you have been gutted of your bite,
and placed into the fight
of your life.
The pressure you have caused to rise,
will now make you small,
turned in upon itself, to rip off...
your own tail.
You have no power,
no prowess, no vigor, no worth.
All that you sought to take,
has been taken.
All that you sought to break,
is still unbroken.
Meow cat,
you have been let loose,
a stray in an alley,
no better or worse,
then those around you.
You are home now,
where you belong...
on the street.
honey, you are not responsible for the skeletons hidden in his closet.
rinse. repeat.
you are not responsible for the bones threatening to spill out.
he can call you a doll and watch your cheeks redden,
but honey,
you are only a doll because he has taken hold of your strings.
you are not his marionette doll,
not a circus attraction
with his name on the door.
honey, he is not the ringleader.
has no one told you, you aren’t
responsible for taking apart his ribcage and fitting yourself beside his heart;
that you are not responsible for the emptiness you find there.
he can kiss you sweetly and fill you with butterflies,
but no one told you that butterflies turn into bees.
and honey, more often than not,
they sting.
A Worthy Question?
Our income tax has become outrageous
Our politicians promise umbrageous
Life one step at a time
Then two steps out of rhyme
Is being honest disadvantageous?
On the Prowl
An old man who lived in a windmill
Way up north in the town of Churchill
Was warned he would have to pay
The revenue man today
Spent all night taking apart his still.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Life took me for a ride
up
It took me
It took me
down
It spun me round and round
like a spinning top () ()
unknowing where it will stop
out of control one minute
then in control the next
changes and more changes
arranging and rearranging
Building and taking apart
in the journey called life
brought to a place
to fulfill a purpose.
28/06/17
From the moment I awake
With every single breath I take
With every vital beat of my heart
And every moment we’re apart
In every single thing I do;
Eating my lunch or lacing my shoe
Shaving my chin or combing my hair
Rushing headlong here and there
Writing a letter or reading a book
Washing up or trying to cook
Singing along when the crooner sings
Taking apart or mending things
Watching a movie on TV
Settling down with a cup of tea
Being busy or enjoying my rest
Just doing things that I enjoy best
Laying in my bed at night
Even when I turn out the light
The thing I mostly ever do
Is think and think and think of you!
Author's Note:I wrote this poem over forty years ago when I was still at school. Naturally, I had a particular girl in mind at the time! :-)
Ten Things I Like About Her ...
# 10 - Now number ten is neither here nor there
It can be concluded that number ten, an illusion
Eluded to confusion, a pigeon to decision
A scalpel to precision, separate from any reason
Affected only if to reason
As if so, silent- a wait
So alone in a line
Standing broken in time
Almost a ticking rewind
Like darkness closing in or
Taking apart together
Was only to- get –her
As so the silence of wait
A mere illusion, to only mirror the confusion
Left standing but ones conclusion
Affected by reason- So the sum of it all
Was less all of its sum
A Vision Quest
So twisted these nerves in my spine
But so focused was her in my mind
Left standing - I can’t miss, cuz number ten says –
" I liked the way she KISSED"
Late at night I hear the monkey’s laughing in the jungle
They are burning an effigy
And they find it more than amusing
They find it comforting.
They built it out of broken dreams and green cards.
It was no accident that they built it
The moon and the tides gave them no choice
As it burns the night screams
And I wait for the dawn.
Tenuous as it may be I can wait
For I am still taking apart my nightmares
And putting them on the workbench to toil over
To reassemble and to ponder
I never read the instructions I just go with my gut.
As I look through the trees I see the burning light
And I wonder why it looks familiar to me.
What will the ashes tell the seer?
He was a man who lived liked an animal?
He was anonymous to feelings and life.
Atavistic to the end, destined to die but never to live.
Up river they all seem to know the truth
It’s simple: keep the primates happy
And they will leave your soul alone.
I hang my head out of a window and howl at the moon
She smiles back benign and hopeful
I think about the other side; cold and dark
And then I realize the fire in the jungle is to drive away my fear
And it all makes sense.
Intense gazes
catch me right in the chest
bowl me over
with misplaced emotions.
Too many times
have I fallen
and jumped back
into the saddle
Maybe I shouldn’t get up
this time.
With meanings
so unclear
I search for
a solid foothold
that one topic
not internally masochistic.
Hours of taking apart
people, lives
have spread
the pieces of me
out on the table too.
Maybe I should
let go and fall
off this mountain
talk a mile a minute
in those poisonous topics
leave this puzzle unfinished.
If those emotions
don’t fit in this world
maybe I should
find a new one.
Tornados destroying night and day turns the sky dark and gray. First devouring
the sun and then the moon the end of the world will come soon. Towns and
cities falling through the earth. Quakes taking apart Gia for all it`s worth. Floods
and tidal waves crash giving people no choice but to swim at last. One
catastrophe after another we should`ve been better to our mother.