It's thrilling
But so is this poem
I want to take up a most profound authority
Throughout the neighbourhood
A village pastor
And various pursuits of a similar kind
Give me my own planet
My own earf
Postmodernist scumbag
And cowboys from hell days
I want to hear the new Beyonce album
Between the buried and me
I am a cloud cuckoo lander
And wear a wig when driving my car
And the drying clothes all in the attic
I haven't time to fold them away tidily
But even the thieves were forgiven
Categories:
tidily, addiction, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
My frog calmly has his orange pekoe tea said Stew.
Remainder of the pot is sitting right next to him too.
Will he share with me? No. But he might share with you.
He is pouting today because I hid his hat and his shoe.
Sitting beside a tiny brook, that makes his life complete
He eats tidily, even his flies are bite sized, totally neat.
I know he has specialized crackers that are spiced with sweet.
If you ask politely, he may give you part of his treat.
Categories:
tidily, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Owl is insistent, persistent, making her plea.
Sleepy dog is pleading, can you get her off me?
Owl is string bullet through me. Go away sir.
Dog is giving me a helpless look; the sweet minded cur.
Tell her yourself, I implore the dog. Pretend she’s a squirrel.
But he is tucked tidily under the leaf blanket. He does not want to unfurl.
The owl gives me the two eye warning. Her eyes are shouting to leave.
The more she insists the more I want to help my hound, sweet fellow Steve.
So I stay, much to the chagrin of the tenacious big-eyed owl.
She gives me a hoot, hoping she can scare me back to my gal.
Come on, I tell Steve. It’s got to be now or never.
I don’t have better words. I am not terribly clever.
Steve gives a deep sigh and goes back to his sleep.
He can snooze through a rain storm or women who weep.
The owl glares at me with the hatred of a thousand men.
I roll my eyes at her, and go back inside again.
Categories:
tidily, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Suitcase in hand, a face polarized against
the frosted window pane, searching verily
for continuity of a life that knew no restraint.
Someone’s Grandfather a considerate Uncle,
life’s situation upon the wane, a link within
the prejudicial chain of forfeited souls.
One’s transitions ablaze in the haze, an index
to summarize each hiatus gaze, grappling to come
to terms with this enforced deed of human kindness.
Guided by caring hands, assembled around the room
each demising chair, filled tidily with expressions
of doom and gloom, here where silence specifies
many words, and lifelong sentiment never heard. Yet
I see an old man in remembrance of his youth —
worth listening to if allowed to speak!*
*Thank you Richard Lamoureux. for the inspiration and line.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
Categories:
tidily, age, old,
Form: Free verse
A land bare is prepared ere fruits can grow.
Broken, beaten till all blood sink below.
Stuffed with fresh decay - the food for it's soul.
Every vein is stretched to birth happy grapes.
Goodly seeds are tidily put in place
Like carefully stacked books on the brain's shelf.
With speed, the seeds grow and stressed hearts are wet.
Watching and wetting till lost plants finds place.
In time, he learns life plants it's own wild seeds.
Which spreads like rain drops the more help he adds.
Starving it's host as it hides under proud leaves.
Bearing roots of greed, sex appeal and pride.
These wild beings are barely seen till a close peek.
Which when left turns the one thing left to see.
The much tilled field turns wild if let to be.
Daily deaths of tender aliens keeps the field green.
Categories:
tidily, character, christian, destiny, evil,
Form: Quatrain
UNSUPPORTED CODE
`Shuttered windows
The absence of any corporeal presence
Is counterbalanced by the ethereal essence
Of the Human Spirits still in residence
In forlorn foyers and empty rooms
Vacant eyes peer in unspoken plaint
through dust hazed windows...
seeking the solace of eternal memories
Of long passed children…and weeping widows
Clock long stopped pon dusty mantel
Hands posed o’er numerals Roman
No longer giving...and long past caring
Of the duty of time and chiming of man
Dust motes that caper in fairy dance fashion
Forming in miniature...galaxies and universes
Inquisitive rays of sunshine that leak through
And peek through the regimented rows
Of the slats in tidily ordered lines
In sombre repose behind
…`Shuttered windows...
Categories:
tidily, home, imagery,
Form: Free verse
(As Galileo left the session of the Inquisition
at which he had been forced to deny his own
discovery that the earth orbited the sun, and
had to "admit" that the earth was static, he
murmured, "eppur si muove" ("but it moves").
It's hard to live in Lilliput, I find.
I have to cross my fingers, play their game.
Their billing, filling, drilling daily grind
sits ill with me. They all trot out the same
tired cliches. Passing a painting, never fail
to comment on the squareness of the frame.
Unprofitable, weary, flat and stale.
You can't earn prizes here. These fools prize earning.
No sweets to eat. It's one long dreary tale
of condemnation, disapproval, spurning.
The Sunday supplements determine taste,
all tearing down, forbidding, banning, burning.
They're sealed in heavy metal, concrete-cased
austerity. They put the "die" in "diet".
What will survive of them is nuclear waste.
Denounce, detract, dismiss it and deny it.
Don't look for clover - look for cloven hooves.
Excoriate it, flay it, vilify it.
They'd love to let life lurch along in grooves,
the gauche, perverse, unruly human mind
trapped tidily in aspic. But it moves.
Categories:
tidily, satire,
Form: Terza Rima
Windows radiant with Christmas lights,
flashing, dancing stars such delights,
garlands on front doors of holly and ivy,
Christmas trees decorated with tinsel tidily,
children in anticipation and excitement,
carol singers for our enchantment,
Twenty fifth of December day we all remember,
birth of a baby boy laid down in a manger,
never mind what we think or how we act,
Christmas is a wonderful time that's a fact.
merry Christmas and a happy new year everyone
hope it's a prosperous and peaceful one.
Categories:
tidily, christmas, time,
Form: Rhyme
Chocolate would be calorific free
Politician promises would be kept, regardless of the cost or what they meant
Doctors get triple wages and nurses twice as much
Wars are settled playing tidily winks
and religion that is banned for good
The work week starts on Monday and finishes that night
and all woman come with instruction books ! just to help me out.
Snow only comes on Xmas day
and puppy's never grow up
and Britain moved next to the Bahamas in the Caribbean sea
17022013 comp entry
Categories:
tidily, fun,
Form: Light Verse
THAT’S A COMMA, PERIOD
See
That’s the thing
I get to talk to you
And I can talk to you
I can yell about my yearning for yesterday
And learning about tomorrow
Where weeds too often grow
I get to sing a song to garner sympathy
As your sighs signify a symphony
You allow me to view sorrow in retrospect
And to always count on gaining what I least expect
You are sometimes my student
And other times a teacher tucked tidily into the corners of my life
And we converse
While we each rehearse our requisite responses
Measured not in tone
but rather what becomes known from the fogginess that fades fast and forever
And finally
At last
I can talk to someone who puts a comma at the end of my sentences
And a period so that I may rest after a thought wrought of a man’s better senses
See
That’s the thing
I can talk to you
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
tidily, angst,
Form: Free verse
A. W. Nutter
A familiar door opens quietly
The living room still and vacant
Darkness engulfing sin completely
Shattered heart beating so rampant
Remaining statuesque, hatred building
Wedding vows casually tossed aside
Murderous thoughts I begin caressing
Life’s defining moment has arrived
The children's beds tidily made
Their fragrance lingering in the air
Haunting echoes, bedtime serenade
Memories spoiled by mothers affair
Unable to hold emotions in check
The knife flashes, finding its mark
Severing the artery in her lovers neck
Plunging it through the traitors heart
Disappearing silently into the night
Weapon and soiled clothing destroyed
Entering my home through a trap door
Home defense system remains deployed
Children unaware they are motherless
As I carefully lay down by their side
Alarms intact, kids never left defenseless
Providing their father, an airtight alibi
Categories:
tidily, imagination
Form: Rhyme