there’s a man in a suit clutching his sanity
there’s a man wearing sandals and gripping the clay
there’s a wild, brewing, undying calamity
there’s a part of him that knows that this isn’t the way
as he’s dipping his fingers into the basin
the sensual shaping of a vase or a plate
something miraculous about his creation
something that tells us this man will be great
flaunting his hands to all of the peasants
he makes them beg for a dime of his time
they’re shaking with rage while they wait for his presence
how can it enrage you if it is divine?
there’s a girl at the easel with soot on her face
she’s stood still like a madman, just scribbling away
i hate her for being and taking up space
but there’s nothing that could make my hatred okay
and yet it persists, yet it’s still there
i dream of her failing and failing again
i look at her art, i compare and compare
and then i’m too scared to pick up my pen
i’d like to crack open her skull and just take a bite
let me worry about the tossing and turning
it won’t matter that i can’t sleep in the night
if i’m busy creating, if i’m too busy working
I’m a sinner;
Made a winner;
Christ has forgiven,
Me now I’m a winner
No longer a sinner
I’m a new beginner
9/20/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Beginner and Poem Was Winner
My first poem had been a beginner,
Which in my mind will be a winner;
Was perplexed;
Then was next;
No longer sinner and I am thinner.
Jim Horn
When we speak today we tend to look at words as a necessary constant with limitations of their own rather than a completely different cosmos in which we have the ability to traverse and discover.
Take a single resident of that realm for example; one individual word. Rather than looking at it as a compilation of letters, view it as a beautiful form in which you have the privilege of dressing. Turning it into a separate creation adorned by the complements of your choosing; a poem.
In the realm of poetry there are unending borders of emotion, philosophy, and beliefs that make it a place of residence like no other. However, you as the individual are the surveyor of your own boundaries; meaning that you run the risk of personally limiting your space within the universe of word.
Explore this new land and map its different landscapes. Become that which you are writing and attain the ability, the gift, to reach directly into the mind, heart, and soul of another person.
Even though Trump had been a beginner,
And he still always was called a sinner;
Stories told;
New and old;
Caught horrendous fish with his spinner.
Sounds like another Trump story
to me.
Trump Born A Beginner
Trump had been born a beginner;
Prayed at dinner to remain thinner;
He ended being,
Not worth seeing
Is now President and big, fat sinner.
Trump is in another period of denial;
As President he is constantly on trial;
Habits bad,
That he had;
Was killed while crossing a wide aisle.
High turnover in Trump staff started;
Were disturbed and dearly departed;
Brain retarded;
Must be discarded
Instead of lion became loser hearted.
Jim Horn
Turned out being a big, fat sinner.
Be loud.
Speak to those who read you.
Wear classy black and white,
Loop, swirl, rhyme
Sing a song with your beautiful and unique rhythm
Dance into ears as music,
Or sit on a page, loved.
Sinner Who Is A Beginner
Liar, sinner both
And him to tell truth was loath
Also under oath.
Democrats want promoted
Truth serum around be toted,
Daily done devoted.
Repeat and repeat
Sending out a stupid tweet;
Brains of moron's meet.
Answer to our prayers
Knowing less Trump ever cares;
Morons come in pairs.
Each other support
When they have their day in court
Should have been a torte.
Was rhetorical
Question also historical;
Had he lost his mind?
Be A Beginner
If you happen to be some sinner,
What does it take to be a beginner?
God is both my beginning and ending
And so to you this poem I am sending.
I am not quite sure where I should start
And compared to God ain't very smart
After I have put on my smarty pants
Do you think God will give me a glance?
God's things are elemental yet essential
Not giving out treatment that is preferential
And primary point of all of His business
Is no one will He ever want to miss.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
I am now a novice and only a beginner
And no different than any other sinner
Who should be willing and always know
To God with problems be sure to go.
Give God your all even though on earth
And one day will learn that your worth
Which you should be willing to share,
Like God Himself is far beyond compare.
Who loves a beginner?
I DO
What counts except experience?
PASSION
In every aspect and field:
Of romance, writing and working
But where do you gain experience
Without a first chance?
YOU LEARN AND LEARN
Young novel writers
Can only reap in old age
If only they are lucky
To live long like crows
SOME DO NOT
What was that?
INDEED, IT WAS SOMETHING WORTH NOTING
Common comments
Of publishers, critics and guides
Indeed, a wise query
To awaken and fortify the beginners!
AND THEY SHOULD
Critics have muddied my land of birth
With contemptuous phrases
Is it really a literary desert?
GUILT?
What with this poor reading culture,
EXCUSE, EXCUSES!
But where are the books
From novel upcoming writers?
UNDER THEIR BEDS
Publishers exude words of hope
To beginners
In interviews and forums
Later?
What happened to yester day’s promises?
THEY ARE BUSY; IT IS HUMAN NATURE, YOU KNOW
Who adores beginners?
Will they survive to be breadwinners?
IT DEPENDS
Who loves a beginner?
What counts except experience?
In every aspect and field:
Of romance, writing and working
But where do you gain experience
Without a first chance?
Young novel writers
Can only reap in old age
If only they are lucky
To live long like crows
What was that?
Common comments
Of publishers, critics and guides
Indeed, a wise query
To awaken and fortify the beginners!
Critics have muddied my land of birth
With contemptuous phrases
Is it really a literary desert?
What with this poor reading culture,
But where are the books
From novel upcoming writers?
Publishers exude words of hope
To beginners
In interviews and forums
Later?
What happened to yester day’s promises?
Who adores beginners?
Will they survive to be breadwinners?
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