Uproots Poems

Rafah

I hear voices in my head,
I touch pain 
On every television
Except the typical symbols
Of hegemony
Except in a white building 
Miles and miles away,
I touch pain!

For every leaf that falls,
Swallowed by the burning hell
From the mighty birds 
Of weird names F 16, F 35...
I hear these voices,
We hear these voices -
Miles away, node in unison,
"The world rules order" Has exemptions

I wake up with a heart hurt
Deeply as though resting on safety pins,
Miles and miles away -
A voice in Downing Street
Sings a weird song 
" A right to defend itself"
Uproots 37+ younger leaves daily,
Shame officially abolished 
In the self proclaimed democracies -
Is humanity this wicked?
Is mainstream media this cheap?
Should religion blind us this deep?

Storming Through My Mind

 Thoughts begin swirling, storming through my mind
 and uproots a memory I did not want to find
 and there you are, like yesterday
 As if time had not come out to play

 No chains are ever needed on this mortal coil
 Somehow you imprison me
using my sweat and toil
 I am just your prisoner, yearning to be free

 Soon the storm subsides, but it leaves nostalgic winds
 That keep blowing through my memory
 With all the broken images
 that are haunting me within

 Weeks and months go by, time is never stalling
 I hope my thoughts release me from the din
But as soon as I hear freedom calling....
another storm begins!

Unnatural

Artificial heart
     not genuine

   Artificial intelligence
     uproots the divine

Copse

canopy uproots
lies upon the undergrowth...
breeding rookery

 © Harry J Horsman 2022

The Derecho

the derecho

    winds whipping cruelly
   beautiful old oak uproots
               ***
     calm after the storm

The Gardener

He peers into his mind
for the once planted, 
the once loved,
the still flowering, 
the motley,
the wilderness blooms.

Without this retrospection
his mind would be a ramshackle plot,
so he tends to it, 
even the briers and thorns.

Memory nourishes
flourishes from the seeding,
it also dead-heads and uproots.

There are many ways to garden.

Simple Things

Lost in a maze of diversity,
Where answers often seem
Confused and complex.
As momentum has engulfed
The basics, creating layers
To confound any cortex.

The forgetfulness seldom goes
Perpetual, as genius eventually
Discovers the day.
When it strips away the waste
And the chaff, & simply discards
It to throw away.

Recalling that long-lost pleasure,
Easily uproots
Any unwanted pain.
As simplicity requires little 
Effort, and in general, is
Far less to explain.

If Only, I Wish, Maybe

If Only…I Wish…Maybe…

If only…
Shards of shame
Lay splintered
In unresolved pieces –
Bits of crystal intentions
Unrepairable…

I wish…
Minutes of regret
Not revived – 
Living unreachable 
In lifeless echoes sighing
No resuscitation…

Why…
In a whirlwind
A tornado
Uproots shallow graves 
Screams at the unknowable
Unanswered…

Yeah but…
Expletives excuse -
Bargains with
The blank face of denial
Unrelenting tears of truth -
Pacing energy…

Maybe…
A star at midnight -
A wishing star -
Bends down in prayer
Points to a northern light
Always there…

Could it be…
Time makes a way - 
Ascending 
From ashes of stone -
Grace has its own mission
Acceptance.

8/4/20

A Covid Haiku-Octet Poem

Why so many must die?
Disparity…not death’s fault;
Death loves all people…

The truth has its ways,
Be careful how you respond;
Bigotry explodes!

Together…we die,
Together, we live apart;
To gather…denied…

Covid-19 kills,
But it’s not the enemy;
The news reveals…who…

Unvarnished truth…: shines;
Varnished lies reflect no light:
Only the liar…

Let’s not be dismayed,
This crucifixion shall end;
Resurrection comes…

Reading this you live…
Understanding this…you grow;
Ignorance uproots…*

*Grow… x 5
*Grow…5+2
*Grow…7-2

Strokes-A Rap

Sometimes in life we fall into 
What prolly we are not ought to. 
Sometimes like rock we remain so, 
Sometimes like plant we grow. 
Less nutrient, some die, 
Photosynthesis up, some rise. 
Rise, rise, rise so high, 
High, high, high, then dies. 
We fall in love, we crush our heart, 
We fall in love, in suit of arts. 
We fall for those who don't fall for us,
If she says no, we want it by force. 
It may be genuine, deep from heart, 
Like sequoia deep in soil's heart. 
Then her no, uproots it, 
Like she never care, like she hated it. 
Her mouth, a hoe, to hoe the weed. 
She's high on words, makes you weep. 
You wait, wait, wait, maybe She'll change mind, 
But no, no, no, she's got another kind. 
Life is not what you want it to be, 
When it give them good, it gives you ill. 
Take her offer however it seems, 
Take it first, then change it to your will. 
  19:06:08:21:00 

Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Rap. Strokes.

Lone Life Like Dead Wood

Late summer storm fells the defoliated tree
Over the hill slope it rolls on to the stream
No branch survives the rough downslide free
Entering the stream like a dead log it swims.

Lying on the lap of stream flowing down the valley
It starts its long journey on the cascading waterway
Far from lost home it rolls, the bends it doesn't see
Ensemble of boulder and mud holds it at bank bay.

Later when flash flood erodes the embankment
In strong surge the log starts the journey again
Keeps pace  with wild rush  of the water current 
Even if the final destination it can't ever ascertain.

Drag of the rough times uproots my forlorn life
Enshrouded by despair I turn into a dead wood 
Afloat on the turbulent flow of the ordained strife
Drift unattached to unknown destination I should.

With a free mind I float on the time's eternal flow
On the move I don’t remember where I used to be
Only the soul knows my home where I shall go 
Drifting like wood my memory has no memory. 

August 9, 2018

The Flowers' Ally

Alamandas are green,
Violets are purple,
Holly-hocks are pink,
Mari-golds are yellow,
Sun flowers,yellow too,
all in beautiful colours of nature.
There goes the wasp out to suck up the nectar.
The caterpillar clench on beneath,in its cocoon,
in a bid to mature.
Ranging hovering flies perch on to suck up juice.
The social insects, termites eat up the stems as lunch.
Sly fox walk by with its razor sharp teeth,
bite out the petals.
Billy goat bleats for joy seeing the mari-golds,
as its dinner is sure.
And the badly labelled of all creatures,man,
in awe at the sight of the sumptuous red rose.
He uproots but tends in a garden.
He plucks but dishes out as a show of love.

Raining Cats and Dogs

R-aining cats and dogs, 
O-verflowing is the river; 
B-ad weather is raging, 
E-ven wild beasts shiver.
R-aining cats and dogs, 
T-oo much water causes flood; 
O-ctober fifth early morn, storm can't make you sad.

V-ile twister uproots the trees, 
A-s the howler brings fear; 
L-eaving people in shock, 
E-veryone drops a tear.
N-ature abhors a vaccum, 
Z-ealously fill your life with faith; 
U-nless you trust in the Lord
E-very space won't be great.
L-arge chunk of greetings is countless, causing clogs; 
A-mount of wish is heavy, it's raining cats and dogs.

Prickly Heat

The gifted house and the ghost of his Grandmother trapped him. Her presence clung with the leftover nicotine to the walls of every room. A childless marriage and a rancid divorce left its bile in the scum atop the kitchen counters—rust-rings on the bathroom’s porcelain. The horse chestnut tree outside the door stood as an overt warning, pelting anyone trying to enter. As his lover, I disregarded it.

wisteria 
uproots the moss-laced lawn:
a pet’s gravestone

With steel wool and a strong arm, I whitewashed the house. Grandmother’s spirit smiled in the spring when new bulbs rose. But, the antique cannon in the front hall still aimed at the door. The man was too used to his darkness. Love was not enough.

trespassers
are shot on sight:
empties on the stoop



Published by KYSO Flash 2015

Pain Is

Pain is the sharp feeling of steel against skin. Red rain sprayed across cobblestone tiles fills the air with that rancid metallic scent. Bleeding from the gut that now red river floods the streets.

Pain is that empty feeling in the very depths of the soul. A black hole devouring not light but emotion leaving only pain and despair in its wake.

Pain is a hurricane sweeping through your life it uproots, steals, thieves from you the people you love leaving you lost, alone, broke.

pain is ... pain is …. Pain is

pain... is

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