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Total War


Bitterness, loneliness,
Anger and pain,
Whole worlds suffer
Yet none may gain.
Frustration, futility,
Strife without end,
Mankind’s in the dust
Death comes as a friend.

Copyright © May Fenn | Year Posted 2015

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Darkness Sleeps

Single file in a row
bare feet freezing in the snow
in a pile, bodies burn
all wait fearfully for their turn
ash and smoke clog the air
ringing with screams of despair
moving closer to their end
their minds begin to slowly bend
the snow is stained with crimson red
drinking in the blood they've shed
in the trees, starved ravens wait
to feed on those who've met their fate
more bodies burn, the bells tolls on
the moon reveals a scarlet dawn
as all the corpses burn in heaps
just for now, the darkness sleeps

By Morgan Mise
Written December 3, 2012

Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013

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Mickey Rooney or George Clooney

Mickey Rooney or George Clooney

In movies, there is always a grim them;
What women like looking at is a trim him;
You know, the darling, handsome one
Who thinks that he is a Don Juan.

Now really, very showy is what you are
And a raising star which is the best by far;
Also, could be things that are God-forsaken
Like when husband away my TV was taken.

So did you read the message loud and clear?
Hope you didn't find any frustration or fear;
As for the likes of loony George Cahoonie
I myself would rather watch Mickey Rooney.

Things are more roomy with Mickey Rooney,
But all women love body of George Cahoonie. 

PS. Wow. My Poem of the Day was
really terrific on August 16, wasn't it? 

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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Same Thing Will Expect

Same Thing Will Expect

For people to understand patience and endure
They will need much exposure to composure
Then like others may become all the merrier
Be quiet not blundering breaking sound barrier.

What if you were to die not now but other day
Being sure you had made up bed yesterday
So someone else can lay in clean bed last night
Now worrying about bed bugs that may bite.

Suppose your bed was never made up instead
And they did discover what you often did dread
You went to heaven forgetting to properly dress
Not only that left your whole room a big mess.

When you die be sure that devil you're hating
Room definitely clean and properly straighten
Or maybe I must be more specific and direct
God in His heaven the same thing will expect.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

After I had finally had found all of my futility,
I was humble and thanked God for His humility.

Another take on my Will Rogers style of poetry.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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Remain Uncommitted

Remain Uncommitted

In England, they have a handsome him and her
Who both together could be called a commoner
And to live in a place that has great health
Do you really have to live in a commonwealth?

Then the have a hospitable House of Lords
Which has been made from boards and boards
Those who have possession of college degrees
Become members of the House of Burgesses.

Of Lords and Burgesses who will be the best
Some say by God both have been equally blessed
And strategy that allegedly became a tragedy
Was caused and created by His or Her Majesty.

And then my heavens and forever great Scott
In land where playing bagpipes has been taught
Heard many more say just the other day
From Great Britain, they want to break away.

If practices are common which one should they use?
Or some plan appearing to be as a perfect excuse
When pieces of puzzle are not properly fitted
Do they mean you must remain uncommitted?

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Vulnerable Veteran  

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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Holocaust A


   Burning bodies, staring eyes.
   Smoking chimneys, human cries.
   Gas chambers for Jews to die.
   Frozen corpses piled up high.
   Electric wires inflicting pain.
   Mass starvation, inhumane.
   Old aged people, mental cases
   Skin and bone with human faces.
   Amputations, detrimental.
   Unethical, experimental.
   Too weak to stand, debilitated.
   Left to die, emaciated.
   Open graves deceased or not
   Decomposing humans left to rot.
   Undignified but freedoms there.
   The stench of death was everywhere
   Dentists practicing extractions
   Gold fillings became distractions.
   Unfed, unclothed, discrimination.
   The master plan, extermination.
   Eradication of a race.
   Genocide, mankinds disgrace.
   The Nazi party pursued their aim.
   As the world averted eyes in shame.
   10 / 15 / 2016.

Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2016

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Terrific Terry Cooper

On Mon, Feb 2, 2015 at 1:58 PM, Terry Cooper  wrote:

Touched in the head a little like he is.

Yes you are a James Taylor in the making
Or where you fooling and only faking
I cook chips I don't do baking
Cakes and pies are so pains taking

I like a project I get in my teeth
Not something that can buy an early wreath
So Jim Horn are you really a musician
Or someone that mimes behind a partition

I express my desire to set the world on fire
Before I eventually have to expire
Problem was disturbing and when deductive
Process was non productive and ever so disruptive.

And to everything there may be many catches
If needed carry some matches and anti smoking patches
And you will also learn that you need latches
For all of your BS each poem catches.

Originally by Terry Cooper and slightly
And by horns have been abbreviated
So don't take any of loosely or lightly
Or else it will have to be alleviated.

You can start laughing any time you want to.
A little laugh can go a long age depending on
age, education and maturity. Be sure to save
some for me for reasons related to security.

Terry Cooper, et. al. who usually eats it all.  
So what's eating you anyway.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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Having A Hollowcaust

Having A Hollowcaust

Just thought of this after I saw your category of Holocaust. 

With my wife, we were having a hollowcaust
And as I am sure you know, I again lost;
Which superfluous show should we watch today?
She always ends up getting her way.

So according to well-prepared latest scoop
Here I am stuck on profound Poetry Soup
Which to me is most marvelous and great;
It can sedate, satiate and lastly sublimate.

As usual, it is the surrogate same story;
I am having a hard time finding a category;
Maybe all of the times, I am greatly behind;
How about a category called, "Blow Your Mind?"

Which is what my poems seem to do if you 
are one of the far and in between few. So far,
so confusing. Right?

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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Sunday Supreme

Sunday Supreme

I praise God for His great Sunday Supreme
Which is made out of His own ice cream
With much chocolate and several cherries
Banana strips also and maybe some berries.

My prayers to God are like nuts and candy
Or whatever else may have been handy
It is something about you would dream
When it was topped with whip cream.

God's Sunday Supreme is everyone's delight
And again and again over people would fight
Knowing by far it will absolutely be the best
And by God is always praised and blessed.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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Heart of Horrors

Heart of Horrors From the depths of a human moan was an agony so great it cannot be known. Naked in cold, gloom, rain and dread, naked in death so that heaven’s tears bled. Arms lost loved ones they'd never hold again, brutally separated and herded from trains Stomachs groaned and deflated from air, while women felt back over cleanly shaved hair. Aged and very young, were to be gassed first. If you remained, living could be far worse. Human experiments in the name of research, with no anesthesia they probed halls of birth. Theirs was the face of suffering and lack, eyes sunken deep, hollow and black. Death from starvation, dysentery, typhoid, each moment, a lifetime of questioning void. Barking dogs tore at bone, marrow and flesh. Striped, or torn clothes were the primary dress. Their lives became the substance of chimney smoke. Anything of value was something to be took. Sunlit promise of God still reigned, seen in gaze less eyes who knew loss and pain. In their captivity they remembered times past. Beaten, shamed keeping faith to the last. A leak when hell came out and touching earth downgraded the value of human worth. This heart of horrors will beat in present times if not excised with these heinous crimes. 10/11/16 Secret Nazi group uncovered after Colorado teen kills himself to prove his commitment to killing Jews My Take on the Holocaust Sponsored by: The Seeker

Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016