Hold my hand a while
along my side walk this winding road
~ together we’ll face the future
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When ideas are locked in a cage,
The bot frees poetry of its rage,
Like analgesics on a fresh wound—
A turbulent sea where pains are drowned.
The goal’s not to write, but to refine,
To make rhythms, forms, and each word align;
Quick to shape poems to perfection,
Bringing finesse to art’s reflection.
But its pen drips with glib emotions,
It revels in stale, putrid notions,
It loots old clichés in broad daylight,
With its informants on every site.
It pours in all ears its tone-deafness,
For its inkwell is void of freshness;
From the poems of the past it steals,
And copyright claims trail its cold heels.
Far better—a creative ally,
With clear, firm bounds to which all comply—
Than crowned as a human replacement,
Or seeking the poet’s mind displacement.
Allocation, O ally?
Resources put where?
In the heads of those who fly?
Worry, hast thou care?
O ye spirits, I collect!
End Times, be my Muse!
Golden gods to genuflect?
Dare to disabuse!
Wrath of wind, thy cyclone?
It really must blow in.
Heaven and Hell, hie to hone!
Drenching downpour, din!
Ramparts of old castle?
They're slippery when wet.
Gods of death, call thy vassal!
How could we forget?
Tomb of ancient pharaoh?
A curse is on the door.
Folly thus to enter? Go?
Doom, thy pinafore!
Mercenary armies!
Become, O lords of hell!
Storm from thy cemeteries!
Legions, lead thee well!
Soar, O mighty eagles!
O parapets, take heed:
Fate and Fortune, full the fools!
Grind them in their greed!
Ache in heart of bygone race?
Lulled within thy chase.
Dithering is thy disgrace!
Seize the skin of face...
From Russia with love
Russia is a strange and great country, not quite in Europe
and not quite Eastern, they react to mayhem but seldom
intimate it; for those who are history less they won
The brutal war of 1940 and 1945 by breaking the back
of the German army and making it possible by Britain
and the USA to take the credit.
Norway has up to know had a warm relationship with
this giant, in the form of a barter system, we gave them
fish and they sent us cars for everyman.
It was not the USA that made car ownership possible, but
Russia flooding the market with cheap cars as foreign
cars were hard to come by.
The cars where called Moscowitch and were fundamental
no heating system and a tortuous suspension, but
for the first time, every man could be
a proud car owner.
For those who remember, it was a dreadful car but
nevertheless, a car.
Lately, to our regret the relationship has suffered, this
Is mainly by American political pressure, and partly
by the Norwegian oil industry that has made her
a wealthy country.
This newfound arrogance is miss-placed and silly
we must treat Russia as the friend she is and not
forget we own her a depth of gratitude.
It is the second night of Passover.
Biden and team, supporting Palestine?
And accusing great Israel of genocide?
Please pass me a tall, glass of cyanide!
Our strongest ally, Israel tossed to the ground.
While AOC cheers on rabid, violent protesters ?
Universities, some, only online for semesters!
American leadership is miles away from sound!
America gives aid to Iran and its friends?
The liberal news strictly dedicated to blatant lies,
Blowing deadly, thick smoke into our blnded eyes.
This is the sad day, the greatness of America ends!
4/24/2024
I could see fear come alive in her eyes,
she knew I could bring about her demise;
We stared and then raised a mutual flag
just like an insidious game of tag;
Locked gaze and two pair of fangs extending,
but as of yet there was no blood flowing;
Fable and I were gonna have to work
together and not drive ourselves berserk;
I said to her ‘I want to learn from you.
Knowledge is power. I know this is true.’
Reached out to her with a very firm hand
felt like we were exchanging contraband;
It’s alright for now I’ll call her ally,
and take her once she has taught me to fly.
I stir, accusing the moving toward sunlight.
A day loaded up with musings on the gunfight.
It's been a day brimming with unconventionality.
I sustain on hammering against things in my memory.
As yet lying, endeavoring courageously to feel at peace.
I'm frightened to exist in a condition of entreats.
Indeed, even depression can't communicate the sensation.
Or where pride is by all accounts going in the proper position.
My giggling is an impression of my dread.
Somewhere inside, my eyes motivate mend.
It passes on a troubling feeling of melancholy.
I put on a glowing face to conceal my anxiety.
Euphoria is startling in my universe.
I'm a tree in the ocean or even worse.
Written: October 1st, 2021
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Alone at four this silence my amazing ally
The quiet is astoundingly amplified
One person always awakes adroitly
Once again annoys, but I aspire to align
One accolade accomplished; I didn't scream
I can only be accessible if
Alone again adjust my thoughts to God
Date: 04/08/2021
Can you see the light of day
In your deepest darkest hour
Look within and find your way
And release your greatest power
Your heart can be such a fragile thing
But it is your greatest ally
Deep within there’s a song to sing
That is ready to run and fly
Take everything bad
And release it from your heart
Don’t allow it to make you sad
Or it will rip you apart
Grow in spirit and in love
And water it all with peace
Let it flow until it’s not enough
That your love will never cease
So let your heart fly far and high
To become a light that fills the sky
I was in search of an ally
A fine ally
Married finally
By Parizo Van Thulare
You worth having the most
So Cheering let's toast
In my heart you are a queen
From my pulmonary you Reign
You all my eyes seek
Bold as those fonts of Greek
You all i see
Your eyes are the sea
They show the reflection of mine
Wearing love swimming with pride
You body is like a glass
So gentle to touch
So fragile
Unsqueezable when you hug
You bring the best in me
You are the woman in me
Alamandas are green,
Violets are purple,
Holly-hocks are pink,
Mari-golds are yellow,
Sun flowers,yellow too,
all in beautiful colours of nature.
There goes the wasp out to suck up the nectar.
The caterpillar clench on beneath,in its cocoon,
in a bid to mature.
Ranging hovering flies perch on to suck up juice.
The social insects, termites eat up the stems as lunch.
Sly fox walk by with its razor sharp teeth,
bite out the petals.
Billy goat bleats for joy seeing the mari-golds,
as its dinner is sure.
And the badly labelled of all creatures,man,
in awe at the sight of the sumptuous red rose.
He uproots but tends in a garden.
He plucks but dishes out as a show of love.
Rely On My Ally
Once upon you we start to rely,
You surely will become my ally;
Be my fine friend,
That will not end;
Together rules with we do comply.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Rely On Ally
On an ally should be able to rely;
Later may have desire to deny;
Around bush beat;
Then did repeat;
Hope we can figure out reason why.
James Horn Political Poem Series
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