"hansom" poems
(A Reminiscence, 1893)
She wore a ‘terra-cotta’ dress,
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom’s dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
We sat on, snug and warm.
Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain,
And the glass that had screened our forms before
Flew up, and out she sprang to her door:
I should have kissed her if the rain
Had lasted a minute more.
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We flash across the level.
We thunder thro' the bridges.
We bicker down the cuttings.
We sway along the ridges.
A rush of streaming hedges,
Of jostling lights and shadows,
Of hurtling, hurrying stations,
Of racing woods and meadows.
We charge the tunnels headlong--
The blackness roars and shatters.
We crash between embankments--
The open spins and scatters.
We shake off the miles like water,
We might carry a royal ransom;
And I think of her waiting, waiting,
And long for a common hansom.
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Who is he or she in our lives.
It could be your mother or father
who we know they are
sometimes right or.
It could be the people we talk to
everyday. You may think he is
hansom or she is beautiful as a
rose and she could be
your one true love.
So many men, women,
boys, and girls.
We want to hug them, kiss them,
say, I love you, try to
make them feel better, and say,
I really care about you. But,
when it comes to loving men,
women, boys, and girls.
Theirs always that
space to love in each other.
-Sign LINK THE HERO OF TIME-
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
Let the devil in, it’s cold outside he’ll only be a minute.
All he wants are souls and things to make life more livable.
And if you shout to keep him out then maybe he’ll just beat it.
But he’ll find you and he’ll bind you and make your life so horrible.
So let him in, and give him some food and shelter.
Play some games and gamble souls in the end he’ll always win.
The devil’s gunna play his cards he’ll always play one better.
So have some fun he’ll soon be done, just let the games begin.
A squeaking, creaking, fills the room, the door swings softly in.
And with an air of lordly tide, the hansom devil steps inside.
He’s tall and bright and filled with sin.
So in this darkened dreary place let your soul confide.
Burnt crisp words flew from crusted lips as he sold a pretty lie to you.
And in return he’ll take the thing that died in you.
But it was yourself that did the deed, and hell was born inside of you.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:28 AM UTC
I love I do,
Truly can't wait to set my eye's upon you,
I've been waiting on this day for as long as I could Imagine,
To say loving you will be my number one passion,
I want to cuddle and protect you from the world,
Rather your my hansom son, or my beautiful baby girl,
Times has changed and so will people,
I will cherish you as if you were born in a steeple,
You will be my light at the end of the tunnel,
With you by my side there isn't anything that can cause me to trumble,
For I will be
your protector,
your provider,
your mentor,
your friend,
I will try my best to shield you from all those who choose to harm you,
Until my body turns cold and blue,
My love I encourage thee to strive for things in life,
Live without hate nor strife,
For you will forever have changed my life
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Skin buzzing
Face red
Soul unbound
Dry mouth
Mind bout
Storming loud
eyes meet
breath leaves
hearts agape
storm cloud
floored out
hansom date
congratulatory ****
friends estate
borrowed make
big mistake
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC