My Dedication For Michael James Garland © Harold Bo Clapsaddle 2017

The dews drew shake of goose bump

where labors all his leisure gave onto

his helping this fair poet down in dump

his kindness so rosy, petal dropped you

yes, you, his kindred spirit that writes

yes, you, the poet blessed his indites.


So many enumerable have been helped

have grown in their poetic knowledge

that the count lifts him heavenly dealt

mine of general nonsense without college

was tutored in poetry and guided by him

an instructor that lectured drilled his friend.


An honor it was to meet him awhile past

for his memory shall live in many a heart

cast his love, his patience, his instruct vast

civilized became poetry given his true art

dressed glove of understanding whereof

our brother passed, has nurtured with love.


May he be at rest, along the crystal shores

starlit his poetry moon-beamed throughout

the generations that comes upon yours

shout not, whisper softly onto ears of doubt

give reason to his death, for it ink-stamps

my heart with his loss, as my brain vamps.


For all poets Michael James Garland pieced together

they of poor, they so rich, or like me, of burnt leather.


Rest brother, rest, the angels shall be your wings.


I entered one of my poems in a Tallenge contest and need some votes if I am going to win will you help me please! :-)

Above is the link to my Google page and you follow that link to the Tallenge site to vote on my poem which the name is: Writ of Third Ship Thank you very much for your support. Bo

Paper Machee Idol




To find, to see someone start over,


Is like trying to find a “Fourleaf Clover.”


Mid earths green carpet they do so play,


Sleep walking in “Green Monster” parlay.




This paper machete idol they think much of,


They forget that their heaven is but gilded love.


What taxes, only incomes on the broken stride,


Hollering loud per dollar they struggle with pride.




Curtailed deceiver sighted only dollar supply,


The hungry, the poor, the bedraggled they deny.


Woe becomes where the trade winds don’t blow,


On mirror glass sea in such shine they will know.




God stopped them in whatever current they see,


Graced low tide, some remove barnacles that be.


Others try to paddle yon distance unto desert isle.


stroking bills of laden floating payment given trial.




Caught such doldrums the winds will pick up again,


Billowed sail brings the clean hull to sail fast within.


Triadic winds carried the sonic siren is bedeviled of,


Gods tears that flow creating hurricane eye lost love.


By: Harold (Bo) Clapsaddle, 2/2/2014




Dignity Foretells

The dignity speaks softly within,

Let not heart be burdened by sin.


Still I listen wanting more to understand.


The dignity simplifies steps so softly within,

Yet heart sees not tread on steppes of sin.


Still I walk as reasons mine to understand,


The dignity hears all ignominy gathered within,

Still deaf aims be it caught the crest of sin,


Still I arrest what is held inside; I understand!


I rest to understand.

By: Harold (Bo) Clapsaddle, 1/27/2014 @ 11.08 AM