Play On Words

Play on Words On purpose there may be a presumption About poems and must make an assumption From me which will be waiting for you and you Wanting to inspire by reading of mine a few. On words ours might become a precarious play Regarding what each poem will try and say Wanting to display down to last detail Buoyant boat in the ocean soon starting to sail. For quite a while you may have been waiting Wanting incredible moment that is captivating In our each poem that does deeply impress Our pleasant peacefulness removing all distress. Then at times things may be more belligerent Or possibly could be another inherent intent In mind which for many have recently meant To be like an angel from God He just sent. Thing to do is pray and be able to we must Look for God's love leaving behind all lust Now that fingers and pens are nice and limber Poem can move mountain causing it to tremor. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran