"horsley" poems
I was a ****** hopping trains,
Strung out on morphine
When they hired me at the mine.
That same story
Is much like mine,
Only there were other guys.
No, in mine too.
They orchestrated and I played instrument,
They used me as a patsy for their wasteful deeds.
Did they have you use an explosive device?
Did they have you use a pistol?
Did you shoot with a rifle?
Did they give you poison?
I sailed the rivers in a basket,
And my sight was not obscured by the reeds.
Overhead, the clouds cleared
And in my heart was a compass
Which lent to me direction
Under these starry skies.
I sampled all the miseries & delights,
I encompassed all of life:
I was a clap & echo in time.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 3:24 AM UTC
I am the waves in the ocean
I am my past
my family and friends
I am my mistakes
despair and sorrow
I am pebbles on the beach
I am my present
my thoughts and feelings
I am my success
and my knowledge
I am seeds in the ground
and rain in the clouds
I am my future
once lost but now found
I am hope and desire
I am my heart and soul
the molten core of the earth
I am loved and cherished
casting light in the dark
I am the stars in the sky
copyright © 2018 Karen Horsley
blueskydays365.com
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
life is a circle
endless flow
collecting dreams
creating reality
with you, the centre
life is a circle
with spokes
like a bicycle wheel
ideas expanding
from you, the centre
life is a circle
dreams take shape
as they germinate
from the tiny seed
of you, the centre
life is a circle
enclosing your hopes
dreams and plans
success and failure
just you at the centre
each life is a circle
independently formed
inextricably linked
and intersecting
from our own centre
copyright © 2019 Karen Horsley
blueskydays365.com
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
cloaked in night’s shadows
swaddled in silence but for the ticking clock
and the gentle rumble of an aeroplane
overhead
glowing street lights cast shadows
on whitewashed walls
as wayward cats slink stealthily
home
comforted by cosy warm beds
and the sound of the ticking clock
copyright © 2019 Karen Horsley
blueskydays365.com
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
Gusty winds swirl crisp autumn leaves
Storm clouds gather overhead
Fading light, as the sun
Obscured, hides its glow
Definition dulled as misty rain
Blurs shapes and disguises beauty
Vibrant colours bleached
Washed out and muted
Sparkling beads hang from trees
Spiderwebs glisten and shine
Droplets quiver then fall
Silently to the ground
Nature’s warm blanket now sodden
As water seeps into the soil
Reviving and nourishing life
Bringing new hope
Washed by rain, the earth shimmers
The sun’s golden rays intensify
Nature’s glorious colours
Of kaleidoscopic beauty
copyright © 2018 Karen Horsley
blueskydays365.com
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 12:08 PM UTC