Some are called to preach or teach
Others, those in need they reach.
A few, great eloquence of speech,
One, is holy, none can breach.
Some are called to full surrender
Others, sacrifice is rendered.
A few, a costly price is tendered
One, to me, gives love its splendor.
Some are called to lead a nation
Others, serve a single station.
A few, know God in low prostration
One, gives mercy full translation.
Some are called to fatherhood
Others, to a common good.
A few, His grace is understood
One, fulfills as none else could.
Some skim the fringe of sacrifice
Others, feel the edges slice.
A few, the severance of a life
One, for you, paid sin's price.
Gone are the days between the South and the North,
Long be the battle of opposites.
Old answers to youth with white versus black, and so forth.
Red, white, and blue ... unravels true regrets.
Young cast, aside from a few, a film the likes of Vonnegut's.
A home we hear is just a place for us to hang our hat,
But I would like to show you a home is so much more that that.
A home is for your newborn who enter this world alone,
And where else would you take them if you didn’t take them home?
A home is a bright sunny morning, as you smell the coffee perk.
While you read the morning paper before you’re off to school or work.
A home is the sound of laughter, from a family happy at play.
And without a home around them could they ever be that way.
Birthday parties, Halloween, and even Christmas trees,
To mention just a few a home is all of these.
A home is a crackling fire and the smell of homemade pies,
As winter winds blow snowflakes that clutter up the skies.
A home stands as a shelter it keeps us from the cold,
It holds us all together as each of us grows old.
Yes a home is more that just a place for us to hang our hat,
It’s a place for us to laugh, and love, and a whole lot more than that.
Cal Bambi "The word artist"©riginal
I paint pictures with words
" Decorate your home with love it goes with everything."
The George Chronicles : I'm Here
Early last evening I left home from work
I had you on my mind.....
passing the same roads I took before
nothing has changed but I wished for...
time to slow down...
I hit a few lights some even green
still on my race ..just to see your smile...
and to hear your voice....call my name...
just a few a blocks, im almost home..
hoping you'd wear that nice short skirt...
with your perfume Dior...
I couldn't wait to come home today,
kiss you and hold you and touch you in way..
To show my love and and shine brighter this day.
I'll pull you near, whisper in you ear...baby I'm here..
In 1989 I rode the duty train with covered windows across the East German countryside, forewarned not to look outside. I arrived in that island of freedom, which was surrounded by oppression, tyranny, and more tank divisions than NATO had in all their armies combined. Kids were hammering pieces off the Wall and giving them to tourists; I pocketed a few a boy gave me. Passing through Checkpoint Charlie, I saw my first live Russian soldiers, guarding their monuments from what they referred to as the Great Patriotic War. Their goosestep style of marching was slower than the Nazis from forty-five years before, but just as menacing in its precision--perhaps even more so, with that arrogant hesitation when their boots reached the highest point. Before seeing East Berlin, communism and socialism were just words with an uneasy threat implied....but afterwards
The Wall had come down,
But the Russians were still there.
Lost in history.
Polluted wonder in my life.
Swim I do, dead fish strife.
Tiny pipe - mercury asunder.
Hidden death, waters wonder.
Mixed a few a new invention.
Empty earth with no prevention.
Silent death - acid rain plunder.
Don't wonder it's no blunder.
Lime song blues take it away.
Empty lake, brown grass sways.
Void earth erase all kind.
Start over, FLEA SIZE MIND.
from my poem book DREAMS
A deluge was in that first drop that fell
Water from the heavens to wash away the hell.
Raindrops beyond number, as many as the stars
Each one adding to the other, as rising water starts.
A deluge laid waiting in the depths of the ground
Water from below to turn the world around.
Beckoned to the surface of the plains and mountains
Answering the call, bursting forth as fountains.
Rain from above and fountains from below
Promised to a man who tried to let others know,
Mankind's rebellion was so huge
all but eight would be washed away
By judgements deluge.
From day one's droplets and spraying fountains
To forty days later and a water wrapped creation.
All is gone but for a few, a deluge
washed this world anew.
9/1/16
JE
Liquid Moods
A river lives in many moods.
Serenely flowing, it paints a peaceful oil
Of powerful tranquility.
It’s strength is hidden within it’s flow
And life is sustained within it’s course.
When dancing, happily over riffles, rocks and shoals
It sings songs of enthusiastic happiness.
Like first love it excites, then wanes.
The dancing songs become mundane.
When roaring through gorges, ledges, and falls
It screams of enthusiastic abandon.
Senses are heightened and anxiously purified
Life and death are one, and become alive.
A river, it’s liquid moods , wet the flow of life.
Peacefully flowing, with strength in tranquility
A place where most of us are.
A happy riffle, an occasional shoal
Waters a normal life.
But a few, a very few, once in a while,
Love the gorges, ledges and falls
And crave the roaring, screaming life and death
To make everything else worth while.
Poetry Soup Decided
What if I were eventually to respond
By writing poem with my magic wand
And as the wild wand will start to wave
I had become some sort of poetry slave.
(as the wild wand (not WANT) will start to wave)
Wrote poem after poem to my delight
About love, flowers and angels in flight
Bring forth from God another poem for me
To clearly and perceptually start to see.
My poems are a plus and a few a minus
Heard that by none other than her highness
To esteemed palace had I was now invited
Then with tap of sword would be knighted.
What a privilege all of this has been
And for sure gladly like to do it again
Poetry Soup wanted to have me sainted
After having my provocative portrait painted.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
MIRACLES
What’s next
On the long list of miracles?
Talk of ‘thin air’
(He seemed to vanish into thin air)
Yes!
But is the air really thin?
It seems from past discoveries the air is loaded
loaded with particles not even the strongest lenses
might detect
A few –a gifted few - have looked into this thickness
discovered the miraculous
Yes!
They looked beyond brought a togetherness
Now perhaps others somehow will look
Beyond beyond unto a point
visited only by greatest prophets
a point beyond form or substance
surrounded only by light
a point where no sun is needed
where everything is possible
nothing but miracles
a SINGLE point of existence
Beyond beyond beyond beyond …………..
T
Hello hello hello
Can you see me?
Darling please
Just look at me
Did you forget?
What we had
Did you forget?
That I am yours?
Months ago, just a few a years ago
I thought we were friends forever
Now days ago, just a few hours ago
I was forced too let it all just go
You me took me in
Forgave my sins
Then broke me down
Until I was fragmented
You didn’t give a thought
To the strength inside my heart
You were weakness pulling me
I was alone, and I almost caved in
---------------------------------------------------
Unfinished
It seems fitting
To reach for the bottle
That's what society tells you to do
When your life is in free fall
You either starve yourself or reach for the bottle
Its really up to you
I can do both
Keeping up my appearance
Slim girl, a mind sharp as a knife
Only tonight if they could see me
They'd take more time and care
To tell people how to live their life
The drink seems to favour
A few, a few more
The pain is beginning to disappear
But its a false sense of security
Tomorrow I will wake up
With the same pain, hurt and fear
Starve myself for the day
Just to undo the calories
Given to the night before
Then realise
It's midday
I can't get out the door
So I down another drink
And wait for the facade
To ready and start
Lesson one
In how to drown
Drown a broken heart...
when it was all blue
the sky, the water and my eyes
i tossed the idea around
but i was late to the party
so making up for lost time
we stumbled upon a few dance steps
and ended up
buying a house...raising a few a cats
and laughing about those things we said we would...someday
we are far from perfect
far from Albuquerque
and not as far along as we thought we'd be
but love is love you can't buy it, and if it's real you can't sell it either
i always thought it was the icing on the cake
but it is the cake
all my quirks and your self doubt
don't add up to a hill a of beans
you' my soul mate
i love you
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