Spirits Will Uplift
When can this finally be a wake up call?
So start to stand up before we finally fall
And bring everyone back together again
With many smiling faces and spirit within.
I really never like bragging or to ever boast
But of many things that worry me the most
It is my poems no longer to continue to write
Wanting to challenge you and then invite.
Ebola and killing have been in the air;
Of all things in Ferguson what is fair
Why would you want to take a life away?
Maybe while holding a big walrus at bay.
God save me from sin and remove all fear
Knowing Christmas time is close and near
Your Son truly was our very greatest gift
And now all of our spirits you will uplift.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
My Three Mirrors
Why is the World so obsessed with obscenity?
While we start searching for our true identity;
An old mirror reflects, only part of the past;
Present has come and past no longer will last.
A second mirror with the present now is here;
On third mirror will be future close and near
Waiting for the present to finally pass by;
On all three combined shall start to rely.
Mirrors are Father, Son and the Holy Ghost,
And what I prefer about all of them the most
Is when balanced in our lives all three will be,
From sin and misery surely will set us free.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Inspired by Eve Roper Mirror poem.
What would life be like today, Hear every person as they try to say, They were
failures because of me; God here are my prayers with this plea.
Oh God see me for what I have been; Full of folly locked into sin, As it follows
me from door to door, Until I can't stand it anymore.
If life I lived I could only replace, You would find a smile on my face; My life to
God is now dedicated; No longer what I do will be ill-fated.
Joy will fill my very heart and soul, And what ended up being my greatest goal,
Is knowing God is always at my side, And in me will continue to abide.
It was their night they shone bright as they danced their sweet dance
Two lovers embraced in their world of romance.
They laughed and they cried as their eyes locked in stare
It was their world for this moment as if no one was there.
And their steps they so flawlessly glided in tune,
To a melody that touched everyone in that room.
Their passion brought envy to onlookers there,
Who secretly questioned their own love affair.
But as the night closed and came to an end
The lovers were blind to what lie round the bend.
The house and the cars and the jobs that went bad
The kids drove them crazy and their savings were drab.
So they fought to hold on to the things in their life,
That caused them so much of their pain and their strife.
They fought with each other like enemies do,
And dismissed in their life everything that was true.
So when sickness and hardships and troubles occurred,
Their vows to commit seemed truly absurd.
Their home and their kids would now take a backseat,
For their moral obligation they chose not to meet.
So I Ask …
What happened to that dance they danced so well?
With passion and truth everyone could tell.
What happened to their dance where they held so tight?
What happened to the wonder of their glorious night?
What happened to the words that charmed their ears?
With a passionate rhythm that brought them to tears.
What happened to those vows that poured from their heart?
The “I love you forever and till death do us part”.
For these aren’t just words we borrow for the day,
From another who tells us this is what we must say.
We say them cause it’s what we feel true in our heart,
It’s a God given blessing we commit from the start.
But these words are now lost as they fall on deaf ears,
Since the pain and the struggles they’ve created these years.
So the lesson here learned dear people of odd,
Is that love is so fragile but made strong with our God.
So stop fighting for power and money or need,
For all of this nonsense is only our greed.
Keep God in your life and he’ll walk you through,
When heartache and pain and losses ensue.
For why commit vows in the eyes of our God,
And not call on him when life gets too hard?
For the truth of our vows we are all meant to see,
is that marriage is not, made of two, but of three
If reading these words ring some truth in your heart,
Decide that today you will make a new start.
Go hug your spouse and say something kind
Don’t let the small stuff cloud up your mind.
We’re all just lost souls who are trying to cope
If not there for each other then where is the hope?
You see, the anger, the fight
that in us abide, Is only the insecure child inside.
So rise up above all this fear and this pain,
And see all the beauty that there is to gain.
By trusting in God and his will for you
Together forever he’ll see you both through.
For life is too short for our miserly ways
cheap on our love hence dreading our days.
He made us to love in all that we do
To wake up each morning and start us a new.
So pray for your spouse, ask God to be kind
To the person you prayed in the beginning to find.
They’re still the same person you loved from the start
But life and it’s troubles have hardened their heart.
You vowed that you’d love them in sickness and health
Now is your chance to show God what you felt.
So rise up my friend, don’t say that you’re through
For what if your loving God gave up on you?
Then there was time that seemed so terrible
Everything that happened was unbearable
I had hoped would never happen again
And God would save me from my sin.
By things like that I have been plagued
While in prayer to God have often begged
I know You truly are the sacred one
Please forgive me for what I have done.
From all of my sins I am now forgiven
God's love is why I continue to be living
And if it really had not been for Him
Then I still would be fat and not look so trim.
An Answer to Question
For answer to question my mind does yearn;
How long will it take for my soul to return?
Back to heaven where it once had been,
With Jesus second time will soul return again?
Distance between heaven is how long?
To be right does it really require a wrong?
When you want a sing a song properly,
Do the words and notes have to agree?
To be saved tell me what requirements are
And I know that God is my guiding star
Believing in Him has to be a major part;
What should I do for my saving to start?
Suppose last moment of life I am now living;
My soul back to God I have been giving
Hope he handles it with a whole lot of care
Until soul in heaven is finally there.
Into heaven, my soul did safely arrive
Over such a long distance had to survive
But I know length of time will be brief
Which surely will provide me with relief.
What I wonder about and also suppose
Will my soul need to have travelling clothes
Once in heaven by all will be recognized
Even though some were actually surprised.
James Thomas Horn
Last poem for month of September, 2014
From start, it was me who they recognized.
Body is the house where you live
Forest is the place where animals survive
Water is the place where crocodile dominate
Mountain is the place where rivers originate
Mind is the source that breeds imagination
Kind is the form of desirable destination
Nest is the place where birds dwell Hospital is the place where patients get well
Court is the place where criminals are punished Grave is the place where everyone is finally finished
Life in this Earth, with hard work thrives
For world is the body where He lives!
Above poem is adapted from the eBook “ALL ARE ONE! ONE IS ALL!! AND OTHER POEMS ON GOD ” by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyright is held by V.Muthu manickam.
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Papa Adam and Mama Eve's third son
Means House of Bread
God's Pie in the Sky
Pie tasted so yummy and wouldn't you know
Second piece too I really, surely loved so
And the more of the pie that I did eat
I found out last piece had grown four feet.
Last piece walked away through my door
And it could never be found any more
So my lovely wife and I both together
Decided that we would bake another.
This was even better than the first one
And I ate it all and when I was done
A cavity did appear on one tooth;
I wasn't happy because this was uncouth.
I again never did eat another piece
And as days of my life started to increase
I did die and went to heaven one day
To see God and His pies He had on display.
His was surely much better than mine;
Now in heaven every time when I dine
I ask for God's great pie in the sky;
And "YOUR WELCOME" always is His reply.
How many years now has it been – maybe fifty-seven?
We’ve traveled down some pleasant roads, on our way to Heaven.
We’ve looked into each other’s eyes – seen both joy and despair.
We’ve wondered how we’d make it when resources were not there.
In looking back to find just how this love of ours began
I believe it is controlled by some divine master plan.
I believe if God does not exist there’d be no you and me.
And all this time together would be less than destiny.
I know that my redeemer lives – God’s word tells me so –
He sent you as a soul mate as through this life I go.
He knew there would be obstacles; I know He put some there
To determine if we’d solve them with the mighty gift of prayer.
I believe the lesson we have learned in traveling down life’s road
Is to bring our troubles to Him to lighten up the load.
We realize that we’ve been blessed sharing time together here
Still one decision faces us --- Shall we try for one more year?
Written for my wife on the occasion of our 57th…12/21/12 … Let’s go again Darlin’…. John Posey
The first murderer in human history
weekend worshippers entertained
suffer unholy spirits unrestrained
part-time believers insincere sigh
offering aspiring prayers on high,
high-spirited mutable self-doubts
vain doublespeak’s showy shouts
touchy feely oral emotive screams
inculcate traditions by any means
blind submissive faith expressed
awe-inspiring festivity repressed
fertile sheep-like minds confused
by false prophets openly abused,
fashioning fictional lifeless tales
via lively chorale voices exhaled
through prayerful songs of praise
shrouded in every popular craze
retold ancient stories for all ages
wily performed on many stages
theological genres of false truth
stirring hearts to raise the roof
hapless souls crying out in vain
in tongues designed to entertain
charismatic leaders forever lost
misguiding revelers at any cost
weekend wilderness wanderers
aptly famished by squanderers
followers of sectarian ideology
inter-faith’s cultus psychology
romanticized by religious zeal
intentional exaggerated appeal
trapped within deceptions walls
deaf to the Father’s faithful calls
believers of trumpery men speak
hypocrites but one day a week
souls hysterical till out of breath
sinful hearts baptized to death
disciples who know what is best
righteously higher than the rest
imprisoned afore life’s final test
dupes of the accuser’s gospel fest
© Eugene Harvey
Third Glorious Mystery
The descent of the Eternal Holy Spirit
According to the Bible
Satan is the prince of the air
Saul or St. Paul went to the Witch of Endor
To get her to conjure up Samuel from the dead.
Star of Heaven, come to earth;
lead us once again to our Savior's birth.
Speak the language from God's own lips;
grant us nectar in honeyed sips.
Invade our hearts with revealing light;
accept our praises this holy night.
God always knew from very beginning
All of humanity here would be sinning;
Everyone would eventually be tempted
And no one on earth ever was exempted.
We all were made equal in God's sight
Morning, noon and throughout the night
And it makes no matter what time it is
We forever will be children of His.
God's direction we surely will need;
Will provide food so mouths we can feed;
One of His golden rules is we should share;
For friends and enemies offer our care.
Once we all will finally understand
Things for us gracious God planned
Even though our twilight may be near
In our hearts, He always will be here.
There is always a reason
Why things happen
It's been some time ago I sat alone
Watching mountains swallow a setting sun
Realizing my shadow had joined me there on the wall
I visited my vision before night could fall
Up, was how I was wearing my hair
Empty arms reached for no one there
Dark shadows hid the tears in my eyes
Deep green and sleepy from a day filled with lies
The image appeared startled as I arose
Turning to observe the shape of my nose
As my hand reached toward the last bits of day
Shadow followed me all the way
I force a smile believing God hears me now
Joining in prayer, me and my shadow bow
I wonder when comes end of day
Will my shadow vision stay
For I felt so, not so all alone
When shadow joined me with setting sun
Today is gone, tomorrow we'll see
If my, where my, shadow finds me
Psalm 22 foretells the crucifixion of Jesus or Father Christ
And lots would be cast for his clothes.
The prophet Isaiah foretold
Jesus or Father Christ would be born of a virgin.
The Liturgy of the Hours
Draws mainly from the Biblical book of Psalms
The prophet Zechariah foretold
Jesus or Father Christ would be sold for 30 pieces of silver
Witchcraft, sorcery, and divination are not condemned by the Bible
The bible equates these abominations with murder
Simeon told Mother Mary
A sword would pierce her heart.
Me and My Guitar
God to me was pleasant and nice
So nothing did I need to sacrifice
And every day would hold my hand
To tell me that He does understand.
God's willing to accept me as I am
Because I say yes and no ma'am
And to God will be always sure
That for everything Hehas a cure.
I may toil and tarry again and again
And every time when I start to sin
Forgives them even if black or white
Done morning, noon and into the night.
When I see a shining star in the sky
Stop everything and to God say Hi
He may be either close or away far
Loves songs I play on my great guitar.
If opera will be willing to welcome me
I am sure I will set their souls all free
As soon as they hear my fabulous voice
Will all sing along and start to rejoice.
James Joyful Jubilant Horn
Witchcraft, sorcery, and divination are not condemned by the Bible
The bible equates these abominations with murder
Just as our world is awakened by the morning sun
Our robe of life awakens, for a new day has begun
Our spirit activated, when refilled, with a night of rest
As the soul, within all life, takes flight, for this days test
Today my soul's awakened, by watching children play
Running thru a field of tall grass, that I must mow today
As the sense of a hard days work, gives me a joy within
The smell of fresh mowed hay, intoxicates, like bathtub gin
Agitated when past days I see, through a hollow stare
Images of loss, death, strife, will always bring a prayer
A humans robe is awakened by a soul which never sleeps
A personification of God, embedded in us, but is his for keeps
A soul awakes, from the kiss of that angel lying in your bed
This woman, you've promised to cherish, on the day you wed
May the words I've penned on this paper awaken your soul
To Remind you, of the true joy awaiting you, while you stroll