No other choices left to go
Words and advice have been to slow
Doing their job would of prevented this
Every communication into the abyss
No cruelty no care
Treated not nice of fair
Just the vast expanse of nothingness
From those who promote healthiness
Being paid large salaries
Preaching to those with abnormalities
One appointment every year
The rest of the time living in fear
I cry and beg for your help
Yet they leave me crying ready to yelp
They like to kick you when your down
Beg for help and they frown
Her silence has left me more devastated
Mood so low and deflated
With no choice just a last resort
A drug for the mind it may support
The outcome may have been different
If they weren’t so rude and ignorant
But for right now I have the last resort
Rain is a gift from
Heaven to cleanse the earth from
Abnormalities
Morning
When you wake up each morning a
great start of
the day is a
glass of
amniotic fluid originating from
the womb of a
woman with a
baby or
babies inside her so
you can diagnose the likely abnormalities in the
foetus before they can be
abnormal. Possible side effects: part or
total memory loss, instant employment in
the public sector, parking tickets will
follow you around, stalk you, and
you’re voice box may turn to
static mode.
#Was_just_a_fling
How confused am I now , when both my mind and heart presents a different version, to my sense, as I struggle to draw sense and understanding from this matter but there are just so many blanks and gaps, there's no coherent patches of my clearity as they are dispersed, I wish I could say yes but this just don't soaks in
no attachments! Why am I sensing roots underneath my heart, what's this collision of waves and frequencies, my body and mind catches, when a stroke of you flashes to my thought. Please don't tell me, I'm caught up in my own abnormalities, I wanna believe that but theres just too many uncertanities, blocking way to my acception, I wanna say yes but the 'no' in me, keeps changing the meaning of 'yes'
I wanna be honest but there's no honesty in denial, I wanna forget but that thought serves as a lid to my thoughts, then how could I, I wanna accept but then I don't understand, maybe I'm dripping, myb I'm illucinating, maybe that's the efffect of this confusion in me, this imbalance, this attachment, these roots, maybe it was just fling
#Poetic_Ink
Muscle Cramps.
Urine abnormalities.
Respiratory distress.
Decreased cardiac contractility.
KG changes.
Reflexes.
always the object of analyses
universe is what the universe is
from quarks to atoms, planets to galaxies
plus divers cosmic abnormalities
everything caught up in heavenly flow
of where non-stop change forces it to go
no guarantees a passing asteroid
will not explode our world into the void
no guarantee seeds will grow in the soil
no guarantee the great oceans won't boil
no guarantee we will have air to breathe
no guarantee we will have lives to lead
no guarantee we'll have time to reckon
all may end in interstellar second
Society's shoreline shifts
with storms
and unpredictable periods of calm,
at times only rocks can be found,
while at others white sand
stretches for miles.
These changes brought on by weather and tide
affect the very elect with private gardens
as well as the tenant on 103rd street.
Perhaps this is why one-third of Americans
consume anti-anxiety medication
and have difficulty sleeping.
Except for me.
I am unaffected by societal abnormalities,
as I have learned to accept who I see in the mirror.
Tides and undertow do not
toss me like flotsam
or sink me like a float with no air.
Greed is who I am.
Money and possessions are my blood,
my sustenance.
Touching my fat wallet each morning
replaces seeds of anxiety
with placid thoughts of retirement.
America's money is green by design
representing harmony, safety and fertility,
that guides the supplicant.
Only one letter separates
greed from green
for a reason.
Nature's lushness is replaced by
nurture's bounties,
rose's leaf by corporation's dividend.
Yes, greed defines me,
and now that I'm wealthy,
many friends surround me.
Can life be any better?
Discombobulated today, please accept my apology
Travel's a big factor causing these abnormalities
At my advanced age
Routine is the rage
Can't easily handle change, it's based on zoology
Discombobulated today, accept my apology
Travel's a big factor causing these abnormalities
At my advanced age
Routine is the rage
Can't easily handle change, it's a matter of zoology
Normality
ills of academic hordes...
sought to lampoon the rest
into robotic construct
notable exploits ~wings of creativity~
via abnormality
certainty of hordes' unquizz
fore they conceal
wee might in twilight’s hour
meager lab’s florescent
shine dimly against darkness peep
of night starry
luminesce cuff
lonely Scoffer draped in madness
abnormalities
isolate unknown gene’s molecule
dispel horde’demic norm
certainty of normality quizzed
by abnormality… fore
he is said not to be illuminati
DEFINING LIFE
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Anomaly... abnormalities that can and... do confound us all...
Avant-garde... new words... alive with meaning prance across the page...
Baroque... words... can they but allude to that amazing style... if at all...
Bona fide... from my pen the truth oft flows... to calm world rage...
Cacophony... words can explode the hidden silence... exposing all...
Carte blanche... there is one who thinks he has that right... he is no sage...
Deja vu... if only... back to a life where happiness was a joy... a ball for all...
Dilettante... rulers who think they know how to... their eyes a glaze...
Elan... a writers... poets trait... a determination to write... it is in them all...
Ennui... who would choose a life to laze... yet seems ennui is now a new phase...
Entered in Ten words ten lines 2 - Poetry Contest sponsored by Silent One
Acceptance is an affliction festering within the minds of the hordes,
within those who fail to accept their own imperfections.
I am far too familiar with the pains of ridicule
and my own unwarranted determination of acceptance
into a society that belittles those who are atypical.
I was once absorbed by my own persistence,
my own self-pity, my own ignorance.
We each possess our own abnormalities,
some visually apparent,
others lay dormant within a conceited mind.
I am repulsed by those who, under scalpel,
alter their guise, merely to appease society.
In their distorted reality, acceptance is paramount.
I lament for those whose impairments
encumber a comparatively normal existence.
Normality is relative to one’s own mind,
as is the sad reality
of being accepted by others.
All Abnormalities Cured
How was my poem's initial impact?
Maybe some things it might lack;
Much imagination and creativity
Too many words in a proclivity.
My poem is bursting at the seems
Meet your needs and fulfil dreams
Exactly what you want me to share;
Will free you from sin and all despair.
You know what my poem meant
Recognizable and not incoherent
So fine friend can be rest assured
All abnormalities my poems cured.
Could not say diseases though.
On second thought maybe a
diseased mind in a temporary
state.
Jim Horn
Myopic Microscopic
Microscopic myopic;
Melanoma Glaucoma;
Abnormalities.
Part of my wishes;
Song group became suspicious;
Serendipity.
Whippy da do die;
There must be another way,
My guitar to try.
Society boon
So started playing the tune;
Ended up on moon.
Moon is a sexist;
Man who you cannot resist;
Should add to Trump's list.
Ho ho Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Illegal and Not Bona Fide
If answers are illegal and not bona fide
An MMPI scale said that you have lied
Or to commit suicide may or do desire
And indicates why you want to expire.
Abnormalities Trump has a long list
Determined by a known psychiatrist
And have also heard some people said
That he may want his mind to be read.
If Trump was up against wall or fence
Out of problems not make much sense
While world was having another disaster
His abnormal behavior might be his master.
Why take a chance and experience go for
Hillary has it along with education galore
We know she is brilliant and intelligent
Gave Miller Analogy Test with her consent.
She is normal battery of tests did determine
And not insane like Hitler who was a German
Results were in that for we all had waited
Being brain and success was highly correlated.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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