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How You Sould Handle a Scandal and More

How You Sould Handle A Scandal

There Are many ways that things can handle;
Be safe, sane and secure  instead of scandal;
Law abide;
Never lied;
Burn away the corruption with lighted candle.

Jim Horn 

A Load of Poems

Poems in my brain had become a load;
That had entered, left and did explode;
A false feeling,
Not appealing;
Did end up flushing down the commode.

Jim Horn

I am not really trying to impress;
All of my feelings  want to stress;
My mind at ease;
Wind through trees,
And God is source of my success.

Jim Horn


My Snow Entry On Twitter

Said that my account was suspended,
Which is what I never intended.

So here is my poem that is about SNOW.

Sunlight in soft snow started to show; 
Created bright glow as wind would blow; 
On snow did see deer with her doe; 
So much snow was in valley down below; 
More it did snow, higher level would grow; 
Saw man made out of snow wearing a bow; 
Saw snowmen who were there in a row;
On snow surface had stood a single crow; 
Thoroughly enjoyed snow then home had to go.

Jim Horn

Colour is abbreviation for a collection of lure. 

Did have doll meaning so much;
Held her and did closely clutch,
And doll to me,
Lovely would be;
Had started to feel her soft touch.

Jim Horn

In Response To Mike Dailey's poem about Auschwitz.

Was such an experience which was moving, 
And about it must have to be behooving; 
So much made emotion filled the air, 
That was unwelcomed and hard to bare.

Could we contained in their very eyes; 
When caressed, could hear their cries; 
Doom can be found sealed in every room; 
Wanted to sweep away misery with a broom.

Time flew by and moments moved into past,
And lonely silent second left was their last; 
Much sadness was only thing there to find; 
Now is forever in the past and far behind.

Jim Horn


Now Flowing Tears Exist
by James Horn

While in Seattle will sit in a park;
Listening to sound of a lovely lark;
As I stared out into Puget Sound
Where sailboats were all around.

Night did approach with its dark;
And reality existed ever so stark
Mother had died to my surprise;
Tears would appear in my eyes.

Loved mother through the years;
God wiped away my flowing tears,
And surely seems like we will cry;
Discovering our mother would die.

Weaved through my hair with a comb;
Her and I stood near the King Dome;
Tide came in and out started to turn;
Death of my dear mother I did learn.

James Thomas Horn

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