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How About This for Veterans Day A monthly Monday morning military meeting Would be great for them as way of greeting Talking about things happening another day Of past successes and prices they had to pay. Enlisted Term of Service (ETS) had expired Veterans honorably left service or retired And here a home they all have selected Exist in society again and highly respected. Should show them what they mean to us Give them this one day a month to discuss And talk about old times gone by and past That in their many minds will last and last. May have survived or died across an ocean Have priest do a one day a month devotion Who is of sound mine, body and good health Even retired veteran with knowledge a wealth. A 0700 meeting on 3d Monday of each month would be a great way to show how much we appreciate them like all. I am preparing this poem out of respect for those to be recognized on this great Veterans Recognition Day. My dad was killed in an accident on the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CNA-11 now in New York Harbor. This makes me a War Orphan and I am also a retired veteran myself. James Thomas Horn Retire Veteran and Poet RiverSea Plantation Bolivia, NC Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015 Details | James Horn Poem Had Hoped to Find Had Hoped to Find While searching, seemed so hard to tell, Which would be our most favorite shell; Had to constantly, consistently compare, As they laid on seashore here and there. Shells were round, oblong and also odd; Have been prepared by our beloved God, With bright colors and delicate designs; Often are spiral or could be curvy lines. Through shells would separate and strain; Ocean waves played such a sweet refrain, Asking why we became such a big creep; All of God's precious shells trying to keep. Each day morning does beautifully break; We will always respect God and His sake; Shells which we love must be left behind, For searchers who them had hoped to find. Jim Horn Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014 Details | James Horn Poem To Jan Allison About Our True Real Self Introduction: Our real problem is, "Will we ever be able to learn who our true, real self really is?" Being true to and with ourselves is that thing which is the most important in the makeup of our whole mental mind as well as balance. The suicide death of Robin Williams and a comment about living behind a mask made by an Isle of Man beauty have served as the inspiration for writing this poem. Our True, Real Self It may change time to time and is in constant flight, And of the fact, we should never, ever lose sight That God is true and for us His huge help is here; Believe in and always know He is close ad near. Many times God, myself, I so often will ask: " Why am I wearing and behind a mental mask?" Trying to hide true self and me that You made, Who often loved so simply to sit in the shade. My life is over and done which was much fun; I am a memory for my fans who won't forget me And free at last in heaven, a far better place to be; Where again someday, you can laugh along with me. James Thomas Horn 173 Shadowood Court SE Bolivia, NC 28422 1-910-754-3034 Email address: jthorn5656@gmail.com www.poetrysoup.com Poem of the Day for August 16, 2014 Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014 Details | James Horn Poem From Life of a Cat From Life of Cat From life of a cat what can we learn? Never have seen one wearing a sunburn Our cat we do have that does exist Seems to think he is a ventriloquist. Took meow test and great grade he made; To write poems even tried to persuade Sweet and low chariot was met by a meow And what I am about to learn no one knew. In our house, cat has a humble place to live Sufficient food and water to him, we will give But when he wants to eat by himself alone He likes ice cream served on a crunchy cone. James Thesarious Hilarious Horn So where is the cat poem contest at? Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014 Details | James Horn Poem Dedicated to Uncle Lester Deschler Looking Back Long Ago We had been looking back long ago While time crept by seeming so slow; Distance between time kept spreading; May do something they were dreading. On a broad beach boots hit the sand, After looking at sight of a lonely land; On shore was blowing a light breeze; Exposed enemy on hills and up in trees. Explosions and bullets sounded so loud; Later that day heads would be bowed Thanking God that He let them survive; Being in one piece and remaining alive. At Normandy we each dutifully performed When the troops on shore had all stormed Only thing which was left that remained Had been blown to bits or blood-stained. PVT Lester E. Deschler Died July 12th, 1944 in a tank explosion. He is now buried at Normandy America Cemetery and Memorial. Am unsure if he was an uncle or great-uncle of Ms. Kelley Deschler a Poetry Soup lover. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran http://www.thepetitionsite.com/188/569/134/a-snowball-for-peace/# Make sure that you have signed peace petition at above website. Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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