They said she ran away
she was murdered by her husband
no one knew that
until they died
They said he ran away
He was captured and tortured
His remains were never found
he ran nowhere
They thought the family ran away
I do not know what happened to them
but if they could return
I know they would
"never assume"
it makes an
"as*terisk"
out of "U"
and "me"
For an hour
Cicadas saw at the early August evening
While thunder purrs as kittens
In the yarn of dark clouds balled up out west over Ionia County
Trees prepare their umbrellas
The Tigers on TV swing away in the 3rd inning
A good book in hand
Then out of hand
A den of lions-wind roars outside our patio window
Devours the screens
I jump back
House turns black
And our 100-year old standing friends
Just like that
Break in half no more than the unlucky draw of straws
While others are plucked like Hedgehog mushrooms
All thrown down
At dawn
Sunlight strikes of leftover lightning
Flashes through new holes punched in the canopy
I hadn’t seen the sky in my backyard for decades
But there it is
Claw marks across the laid-down lambs on forest floor
And upon the beast of me who lies beside them.
We impute to the animal kingdom
human thoughts and emotions
My kitty licks herself, so I assume
she's a cleanliness bug
Yet when a big kitty, like a tiger
is eyeing me to eat
I presume that she's starving
when I'm just a real taste treat
Some girls should learn to be modest,
Some Boys should learn not to eat with their eyes.
Some Women should learn to hold their tongues,
Some Men should learn not to use or cheat,
Some People should stay innocent as long as they can,
Some And others should not corrupt them.
Some Parents shouldn’t hurt their children,
Some Children shouldn’t speak foul to their parents,
Some People on the front lines shouldn’t abuse their power,
Some People shouldn’t take them for granted.
The sad truth is,
That no one can be perfect,
But,
There are people in this broken world
Who are modest, who control themselves.
Sadly everyone makes assumptions,
Regardless of what it might be,
it will more than likely be hurtful.
A man opened a very large box.
Hit in the head by a cuckoo clock.
His wife screamed, "he's dead!"
"Time for a new lover in bed."
Last words she ever said.
5/11/2021
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Would Assume There was a Tomb
what we did assume
when buried there was a tomb
with both bride and groom
Jim Horn
Shooting for 8,000 poems.
I used to
Assume
Her beauty
Without
Having
Much
Time to
See her
Now I know
Her flaws
Would I
Be real
If I dumped
You
When you ASSUME anything about anything, anybody or yours truly,
you make an ASS out of U and ME,
every time with everything and everybody,
inevitably.
You may assume that I am a grizzly bear because you hear me growl. Until you see that I am merely scratching my back or singing my song.
You may assume that I am a kitten because you hear me purr. Until you see me licking my paws after a fresh kill.
You may assume I am a hurricane when you see the rain in my yard. Until you learn to dance for cleansing.
You may assume that I am the sunshine when you do not see the clouds. Until you see the fog between the sky and I.
You may assume I am the rock that is strong and never moves. Until you see a crack in the foundation.
You may assume I am the flower that gently blows into the breeze. Until you find My roots are connected to a tree.
You may assume a great many things. Yet none of it is real. For assumptions of me is your own reflection and my shadow never tells.
I live
where the other world meets reality
Always Assume
ignoring, staring
at blinding glances of sun rays
I die
alone in a crowded room
echoed stress
deafening what’s assumed
Assume wrong
and wrong you will be
Assume long
and think of what they see
Assume strong
and read each body note
Assume gone
and despair overruns hope
"You assume too much..."
Assumptions: cunning little devils, always sneaking up and
tripping up the clearest thought or the wisest head;
insinuating themselves into cherished beliefs, firm opinions
and the well worn habits of mind and body.
Assuming: convincing thinking and rationales, straightfaced
delivery of error and misconception to an unsuspecting
psyche; there to lead astray, giving form to dark despairs
or euphoric imaginations in an unreal world.
Habits of thought, their errors compounded by the
ceaseless whirl of the mind: too much thinking, too little
action, too few spoken words, a gaze too much inwards,
our inner world too much with us.
I assume too much: why then, how do I escape the
clutches of assumptions, their subtle presence hidden
from my eyes; where is the Watcher who sees and marks
the insidious self deception, the tangled web of errors?
Fight fire with fire: match devil with Fiend, sharp
witted and with keen insight, to haul up sharp my
tumbling thoughts and let some sense prevail; Oh friendly
Fiend, why I thank you..............I'm assuming that's OK?
NEVER ASSUME*
We are told to never assume,
to guess, or to anticipate
or even try to presume.
So if we try to articulate
of things we aren't sure,
do we assume or shut the door
on thoughts we may abhor?
So don't assume, just give the facts
that you are sure to know.
And you will find
it often stumps your mind
how the facts become just so.
The facts somehow get twisted up
even though you know for sure
that you were right and others wrong
no matter to whom you implore.
That's really known as politics
when facts aren't facts and we assume
the facts are just made up for tricks.
Then no one knows for sure
who's right or wrong or just
what is the score.
One side says the other is wrong
and tries to give the true facts.
But their facts are no more true
than a fairy tale or an old song.
So once again we should not assume
to know what we really know.
Just toss it up and then presume
the facts got lost
as round and round you go.
* This poem was written as the result of listening to political debates and political messages, talking points, and commercials during the 2012 elections.
A BRIDE A GROOM WITH ROOM TO ASSUME
All of us inhabit a restrictive rectangular room
Believing love is most assuredly what we all assume
Cubicles with questions as wallpaper and errors are a rug
And that’s when an obviated obsession becomes a lethal drug
Love is this or love is that
Love too oft becomes old hat
You do that and I’ll do this
Yet born is boredom with every kiss
Missionary becomes a mission of mind
Oh heavens no, nay from behind
Marriage means missionary and not much more
As both partners are chafed by chagrin for such a mindless chore
Up and down, then in and out
What the hell is this all about?
In and out, then up and down
And that’s when the word “f*ck” becomes a noun
Two car garage and garbage midst trash
No seven year itch, it’s rather a rash
And there stands a bride with her white-tailed groom
Both believing love is just what they assume
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Dear God, life is sweet and kind,
Older Brother makes me smile all the time,
He speaks of days yet to come,
His dreams make me feel less numb,
I love him, like I've never loved another,
And they are fools, those that think he is more than just my brother,
It is nothing more than our bond,
Our friendship others will not smother,
One day we may abscond,
Run away from our families,
I know what it sounds like, but God, you must believe.
He is not my lover, nor would he be ever,
He is just my brother, this is no romantic endeavor.
He just makes me feel special,
He doesn't ever judge,
This is something to revel,
Not something to begrudge
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