"Holey all over,
seen better days,
worn out and threadbare,
can't mend its ways,
with drink spills and food stains,
rips, rents and tears,
not worth keeping,
a sad state of affairs,
its time has come,
over and done,
that's one bad habit,”
so said the nun.
I'm still alive cos living’s my bad habit
And like a bird is used to feel the saving sky
I’m used to live on autopilot so won’t rub it
With multiplying the essential reasons why
But disappointment gets too huge to handle
Got to bargain myself a little beggar mind
To think more highly of the immigration ramble
As if I’m going something worth to find
The owners of the world are getting funny
Prescribing me the way of life that suits
Their plans to know how well I spend my money
How deeply I respect some nation’s roots
To meet their needs, I’m into consolations
I’m on the sunny side of every street and lane
Let’s make a deal, I’ll spread your cheap sensations
If you help me that beggar mindset to attain.
It hides deep within us,
A stranger lurking behind a veil,
It emerges at will, seizing the moment,
We become mere puppets on strings.
It’s the night that encroaches upon the day,
A dusk that awakens its hidden elements.
December 27, 2024.
a nun once had a hare raising sabbath
of chasing around the church yard rabbits
she'd grab their tails of cotton
twisting until off they popped
and was never cured of the habit
On selfish whim I hold tight to your heart
and offer crumbs to stay your tender flirt.
In truth, I wish to consciously avert
an earnest practice of your lovers art.
For if a flash of sloth sent Cupid's dart,
the "L" word from my foolish lips in blurt,
I cannot promise you would not be hurt.
Better to avoid the intimate start,
and save us both the misery of fact;
we are mismatched by nature for the roles
of mates intent upon domestic pact.
We do not share an all-important goal
of mine to Live Life Large Inside, and act
on need for true companion to the soul.
bad habits
deal with your bad habits
or
else it will deal with you
I've got this bad habit,
Lord knows I've tried to stop it,
But it just seems impossible,
Always getting me into trouble,
Making me do the oddest things,
Like trying to fly without wings,
Heaven knows I can't get through,
This habit of always falling for you.
Sometimes I swear with a raised hand,
To try and be a better man,
But when you walk and pass me by,
My determination tends to say goodbye,
And there I go right back to the start,
Chasing you around with a racing heart,
Coz heaven knows I can't get through,
This habit of always falling for you.
I've tried to sever all connections,
I've been to a dozen confessions,
To free me of this insane habit,
That seemingly bears no limit,
But still I lie awake all night,
Restlessly turning till the morning light,
For heaven knows I can't get through,
This habit of always falling for you
So you see, you're my nemesis,
To my insanity, its genesis,
Driving me through to the revelation,
That your smile to me, be my salvation,
For if not for your radiant face,
I may be without a saving grace,
Since heaven knows I can't get through,
This habit of always falling for you.
I love you
But I hate you
One look from those eyes
I adore you
Still waitin for you..to
Step up
Own up
Confess up
All those things you fight off
Like that real pain
It falls like acid rain
That damn good pain
Put it on me again
Drop me to my knees boy
You know you like it
Stop actin so damn coy
Golden stares matched
Two souls locked and lactched
Diamond cut skin
The devils made his way in
Earth shaking looks
Touches, split seconds leaving us shook
All the odds are stacked
Got that real thang
Rare thang
Natural diaster causin kinda thing
Walkin away
Always in a circle
All exits lead back to me
That is certain
Bad Habit of Buying
Have bad habit caused by buying;
Keep under control I am trying;
When something to buy I did see,
Bought it and in trouble will be;
A bad habit there is no denying.
James Mysterious Serious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bad Habit Have To Drop
What if Washington
Like Trump was a bad habit
We would have to drop.
Jim Horn
Time has come to end this life,
Of having you here by my side.
My whole world turned just for you.
So now, I'm letting you go...
Don't think I never valued our time together.
It's just that we're not meant for each other.
Let us now close the final curtain.
Move our feet away from thorough pain.
Remember goodbye, it doesn't mean forever.
I can breathe now, glad it's over.
#made for Linda's Poetry Contest
# I'm breaking up with you
it’s a bad habit,
my cigar, thinking so much,
b u r n s t o t h e s t u b . . .
all i'm trying to say is that laying on the tracks leaves me open for a crash,
and if i take out the trash by myself i might throw it all away,
just for today, i'll say don't stop, and really mean please stop,
talking to me is like chopping down a dead tree,
and if you can see through my complaints and i ain'ts,
the bark will break your tooth, just like truth,
it leaks like sap down the side of my mouth,
and further south it rests on my chin, as you begin
to lose interest. this is not a test, i cannot rest
until you're still, long enough for me to take
a picture of your frown. i'm a sad clown
whose crown of thorns and thistles
propel teardrop missles, smearing across my cheek
and as eyes leak, i speak some strange line
about how i can't stop, won't stop,
yet, i cop heartbeats from your rhythm,
because i was running out of time,
here's where i rhyme, again.
two torches' flames dance and spark a duet,
i knew it, you blew it, your disinterest gave it away,
so again i'll say something, and blow out my own fire
as i admire the shape of yours.
you should give tours of the circles you run around in,
other people would get lost too.
Poetry soup changed me
I look for poets not poems
On me I place blame