Well Assured He Could Be Cured and Many More
We always had been well assured,
That after everything we endured;
Prayers said;
Not dead;
Are sure and certain can be cured.
Jim Horn
My mind had been active again
lately. Wonder what keeps it going
and wish I was knowing where my
future was going. Anyone have any
ideas.
Already past ten again.
Praying to God is always a pleasure;
That will be great beyond all measure;
Expressing;
Confessing;
Have loved and are sure to treasure.
There is definitely for poetry a need;
Formed for food and everyone will feed;
Found flowing;
On you growing;
Especially for those who are in need.
What could it be about all crap;
May create tremendous mishap;
Accident in making,
And breath taking;
Did end up needing a night cap.
There are things that must be addressed;
Confessed all of my poems are the best;
Titillating;
Vacillating,
And everyone with them was impressed.
Poetry is a way that you can express,
All of the issues you want to address,
And feelings exhibit;
Poor language prohibit;
Should never be designed to impress.
What about poetry can be concluded;
We never do ever want to be deluded;
Provide insight;
Did with delight;
Many emotions from us had exuded.
Last effort we did find in a ditch,
That had been avoided by the rich;
Patient never;
Not be clever;
Had sought a hitch in every glitch.
What we had done was to exhume,
Dirt and dust we found with a broom;
To and from,
We must go,
And be sure to sweep up every room.
Instead of them sleeping in a sack,
God please each soldier bring back,
With much care;
More to spare;
Not having injuries and be intact.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2020
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