beautiful romance
because i feel your own charms
being in my arms
Gray skys backer to the tears; said; to a clearly ominous canvas
Millions of misty dots; swiped right; and left; truncated by this
Blades; so sharply cutting them; from left to right
Driving you away; after all, guiding was by headlight;
The destinations worth; is much more than the journey
To have said goodbye; would have been; privileged to me
I am not a Looker-backer –
forward projection mostly
my way; in fact, often
choosing the path of strongest
resistance, leaning into a
Head-wind, till so far inclined
my angle, faith is all that is
left me – I am still here –
Egotistical fools believing
that one is Lord Alone
of his or her destiny, instead of
being all supporting players
in a drama far greater than that
of mortal imagination...
I guess, I am back to Faith~ I mean,
wondering how each of us came into
being, seems an achievement with none
other than a miraculous answer (Oh, I know
the Touchy-feely mechanics involved) (and
of those Living-words, though spoken by God
transcribed by men with far less acute hearing)
– So, I will leave concerns of my
After Parting, in what I see as the capable
mind and hands, those same ones, that first
thought me
worthy enough
of creation.
About Herschel Walker
did have desire
had mentioned a vampire
conditions are dire
patience wearing thin
level of an Olympian
werewolf was in din
was so much suspense
discovered that he is dense
never made much sense
not Georgia cracker
he has been a big slacker
Trump has been backer
his screws are all loose
has suffered from much abuse
Christmas tree a spruce
Herschel had a date with Elvira.
Israel,since its creation in 1948,has close ties with Iran,which becomes the second Muslim country to recognise the Jewish state after Turkey.They become allies under the shah,Mohammad Reza Pahlavi.At the time,Iran is home to the biggest Jewish community in the Middle East.The 1979 Islamic revolution in
Iran topples the shah,dramatically ending the friendship between the two states.
Israel does not recognise the new Islamic Republic.The ayatollahs consider Israel illegal occupiers of Jerusalem and responsible for the"genocide"Palestinians.
Informal commercial links remain in place,however,Islamic Jihad becomes the first Islamist Palestinian organisation to take up arms against Israel in 1980,with Iran as its main backer and that is why Israel does not want Nuclear Iran.
I’m dumbstruck by the good luck
Of a woodchuck on a spree
The harmony of living well
And laughing heartily
But still, I often wonder
In a jungle canopy
If nature is the nurture
Of the forest or a tree
When lightning bolts and thunder
Break asunder by and by
They scare the ones down under
By the wonder in the sky
But they are not a vain glow
By the time I hear a sigh
For tears become a rainbow
When I hear a lullaby
I’m dumbstruck by the numb chuck
With a big truck full of wood
The hacker in a whacker
With a backer in the hood
For love is true devotion
By the notion that we should
The logic of emotion
By the healing hand of good.
Submitted to the
"Dumbstruck" Poetry Contest
on 8/12/2021
Sponsored by Charles Messina
Enough Is Enough Horn Haiku
enough is enough
trump really was terrible
so we should impeach
completely absurd
totally denigrating
should get rid of trump
had been Bellau Wood
soldiers wounded and they died
so we cried and cried
trump sure is a strain
critize, condemn complain
his hair harmed in rain
were at complete loss
that caused a total chaos
out trump we should toss
trump is a trollop
while around he will gallop
what a big whallop
need another perk
system still does work
trump has been a jerk
critical and singe
what we want will be revenge
trump we must avenge
will not be backer
trump calls soldier a slacker
what a wise cracker
may be fallacy
was a scorched earth policy
trump philosophy
heard trump and his sound
cut down those who are around
that caused heart to pound
trump looked in garage
what he saw must be mirage
could be collagen
see trump and his hair
should have heard when he does swear
much more left to spare
Jim Horn
I cannot stand playing hard ball, I'm a softball girl, ya know,
Hard ball is for men, I could get hurt by the balls they throw,
I would be too nervous to run to the base for fear that I would get hit,
Please God, put me back on the bleachers, it's too late..I know I cant sit,
Why couldn't I've been a cheerleader waving my pom poms in the air,
I wouldn't have to slide into home base and get dirt in my nails and hair,
Why was I built like a line backer, I get pats on the back from the guys,
They can't even see the sensitivity, the uniform is the disguise,
All they see is another player, my hair tucked under my hat,
If I tried to make the cheerleader squad I know I'm not cut out for that,
I’ve always been your number two
The person left behind
That person staring at your back
While you’re waiting in a line
I’m your knight in shining armor when the clouds are full of grey
But I’m the coal in your stocking when you awake on Christmas day
I’m your second place, half size, water half in the glass
That person know one knows about when you’re talking amongst the class
I’m your gold medal winner when you’re looking for a ride
Yet your second place trophy once you have arrived
I’m the part of the chicken bone when you can’t make a wish
I’m the dirt stuck on the bottom when you’re rinsing out a dish
I was your light in the sky when the sun could not shine through
Now that I’ve served my purpose I’m an afterthought to you
I’m your subordinate, assistant, that person in the rear
Yet was always your supporter, the backer, who showed you know fear
I see it now and what I am; I’m your second place
I’ll never be that someone you can look straight in the face
I’ve learned my lesson, paid my dues; I’m no one’s second place
I’m that kind hearted person who will let you win the race…
KNOCKER.B
Yes here we are in the great south land, (Australia)
right amongst the knockers be.
Don't stick your nose up or be grand,
they'll stomp yer like a flea.
In the land of knockers they take joy,
the newsmen shout it loud.
The business people they'll annoy,
if you died they'd steal yer shroud.
These up jumped yokels never were a cut above the rest,
the politicians know and hate the awful bloody pest.
But if you stand a little tall or stand out with the best,
they'll cut you down and paint you black put feathers in your vest.
Perhaps the country'd go ahead with out the knocker be.
if our monied people had the guts to back a prodigy.
Our inventors must go overseas to get a backer, gee?
no one to back the under dog, not cricket, do you see.
by D H Johnson
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