My cousin Anettejay uses at least one huge vocabulary word when we meet for breakfast. I think she is trying to impress me, and impress me she does.
“I think that was apprehensible,” she said to me today as we ate our pancakes.
Anettejay was referring to a mass murderer’s mode of operandi. “Don’t you?”
“Not necessarily,” I answered.
She looked horrified. “You do not think it was apprehensible?” she demanded.
“Not in my world,” I told her.
Knowing I would die before I gave up the word, reprehensible, I picked up my coffee cup and took a big swig.
Anettejay has another weird habit. She does not let something go until she thinks you have agreed with her; it is all about the win. She became distressed, and quite loud now. People were staring at us. The waitress came over and gave her two warnings to quiet down.
“Can you believe they are going to execute me out?” she asked me.
No, frankly, I could not, and I could not stop smiling either.
All leaders are enough capable
To remove problems analyzable;
They set few goals achievable,
And strive to solve snags tangle.
Ready to meet challenges triple
Without any hurry or hustle.
Calm in disasters are as a temple
Faith and hope run apprehensible
In them, and are always adjustable
With all – top to bottom in jostle.
Have rights and duties analyzable
Keep them at length allowable;
War! Can forever involve trouble
Ready to fight with vigour amusable.
Leadership is a quality - acquittal
For those in difficulty are adjustable.
Beating below belt not admirable
Kind yet hard like a steel, abominable
And sweet both lie in a leader capable.
Solidly soft, yet greatly defendable;
Rigid, tough but right in tight tousle.
Napoleon and Gandhi are available
With him to any problem tackle.
Modi’s tongue, Teresa’s struggle –
All are there in a leader capable.
Part of my personality is always amicable
Problems to ponder over are despicable
Unless they are handled in right way
And then you never will be led astray
Each proven path is always correct
And wrong person are likely to elect
What once was a whole lot of wreath
Will be calmed down with a warm bath
At first, it started out being sensible
Which later turned to be apprehensible
Why just sit there continuing to pout?
When what you did was down with deep doubt
They say some often grunt and groan
While singing utilizing a microphone
If your mouth is full of clam chowder
It is impossible to sing a lot louder
James Thomas Horn
Linda is lively, lovely and laudable
Intelligent, interesting and incredible
Nice, nifty, neighborly and noble
Darling, decent, and desirable
Amusing, alluring and admirable
Marie is meek, mild and memorable
Active, ambitious, aspiring and affable
Resourceful, responsible, and reliable
Inspiring, indelible and indefatigable
Experienced, exemplary and educable
Bright, beautiful and un-believable
Accommodating and amenable
Reasonable, rich and respectable
Incomparable, intriguing and invaluable
Accountable and amiable
Neat, noteworthy, and nimble
Apprehensible and appreciable
~All the above words are not enough to describe the “sweetheart souper!”
Please don’t quote any on the words out of context; I used the words based on the positive
meanings they have~ just playing with words!
Giant long claw like tentacles
Slithering through the brush
Plowing past homes in a hush
Undenyably intentional
Inteligence bent inside he's fewer
Satiated coherent and sensible
Charisma that's so apprehensible
Invisible man ...an escaping lure
His wickedness blasts sex's bite
Under a dim light he digs a hole
A lost man inside his own soul
Hardly worth his appetite
Implicit determinations prevail
Driven by toxins and thoughts of whores
Living in sin his skeleton soars
His will and provocations set sail
Beware of this danger I beg you my child
Officer down..tonight one man's sin
Pillages for a victorious win
The Devil inside makes him beyond wild
I'm not trying
To face my demons.
All I want is
For things to reason.
I can see through you
If you are pretending.
So there is no point
In your senseless defending.
Stop refusing me
With your fake shame.
Don't allude to me
Like you don't know my name.
I can see through you,
Quit being apprehensible.
Why don't you stop.
Why are you so impossible.
~Written in 2003 (Tuesday, 15th, March) when I was fourteen.
*Original copy had no title.
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