Archive for the “verse” category
Words
by jh on March 19, 2012
Language. Words. Stories. Puns. Jokes. Punch-lines. Allemange. Français. Chinoise. L’expression de ton cœur, de ton âme. Les mots qui fair exprés ce qu tu voulais dit. I love conversations which are full of messages, full of words and meaning, that (…)
Revisiting La Mort
by jh on March 4, 2012
Recounting death, and its devices, to you Seemed almost like telling a tale of the past, So many years ago. Like books that I have read in schooltime, I have placed them on sagging bookshelves And gifted them to trusted (…)
Funeral Blues
by jh on February 27, 2012
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the (…)
Character | for the heroes
by jh on January 27, 2012
The young one, who claimed not to be too young, spoke of growing up, of remembering growing up in classrooms and school uniforms, of teenage friendships and puppy love. She recounted dreams and hopes, hopes too big and dreamy for (…)
Things we did not leave behind
by jh on January 24, 2012
(inspired by Selwyn’s remark that the men are as rowdy as ever and a thought catalog post) In no uncertain terms it was evident to us That the battalion was as rowdy as before The frivolous playful-ers, the uncouth hangabout-ers, (…)
Untitled
by jh on January 19, 2012
Do you remember the daisies Do you remember the lavender Growing wild and wild to be Fluttering gallantly in the wind Do you remember a place that’s alive Where the wind blows endlessly The sun and rain joust And wildflowers (…)
Brand new day | for xaryl
by jh on January 17, 2012
Come sit down now Right here beside me On this grassy knoll overlooking a pink sunrise If only you could be Like in the movies with us running though the long grass Like in the movies with Beethoven’s Ninth in (…)
We are kids too
by jh on December 23, 2011
Save it for a dreary day where it rains inside Take it out when eyes are wet and hearts are grey Smile a secret smile in your beleaguered heart Make a secret deal with your other half Have that one (…)
Somedays words fail me | for words I suppose
by jh on December 7, 2011
Somedays words fail me Like in the three and a half languages I speak And 50,000 words I know, I couldn’t find the right one to describe my soul. Somedays words fail me And I sit like a hopeless blind (…)
At least they have ice cream there | for belgian chocolate
by jh on December 6, 2011
I come from a land where people live People like humans like him and I I come from a planet that’s so cursed That the plains will flood and streams will dry I come from an economy so full of (…)
