Best Backing Poems
You are at my tail again,
Ready to tug violently the moment I stumble
Ready to commemorate the day when I fall before you as second best
Take the throne,
Let me lie still away from your flames,
Torment me no longer in your bittersweet smiles,
Your hollow praise, and angered brow, giving sincerity away…
Be my superior—yes, I back down…
To the embracing ground, I frown,
For never, ever was I higher than you,
And never did I wish to be
Level is where I can see the love sustain us
Though reality is, I must crumple for you to rise
I realize this, heartbroken,
That our relationship is based off this competitive trance,
Where my little success wars into your bitter self-loathing
As I hear your burning thoughts against me boiling
Comparing all of me to your worth and being,
Never appreciating that we stand with parallel purpose
Never believing me when I say…
That I love you, for you
And not as the beast I bring out of you…
Saw it leaving
as vividly near to me
as my own senses were.
Free of curiosity,
It had become
So unpossessive
Of true poverty
Nothing is lost
To yourself,
which holds all of it for a moment
and lets it go, serenely
without judgment.
Backing away from a person
Someone I love very much
Wanted to be there always
Wanted to feel their touch
Backing away letting them do what they feel they must
Knowing the outcome may turn into dust
Cannot watch them, can not listen to their termoil again
Cannot help them figure it out, this journey that must come to an end.
I have been there in different ways
I have had to do what I felt against all grain
Stand alone groping for answers, yet not hearing them
There were those who reached out a hand that I could not hold.
I must back away, I must allow him to be free
I cannot feel for him and I cannot make him feel what I feel
He can only deal with his own heart and his own choices
He is a man after all, vulnerable, sometimes beaten with many blows
He must pick up his own feet, he must hear the sound of them
He can only follow where his heart is leading
Even if at times he can see a glimpse of something better
Something richer, he must do what he must
I cannot birth in him what is in me
Unless he can see and unless he knows
I must back away and let him go free
This man in whom I thought I knew, I suppose.
Earth Quaking
He was trying to receive our backing
All of America started ran shaking
Taking our benefits away
Am sure with no delay
Whole earth will be quaking.
Or what's up doc was quacking.
Jim Horn
I woke before dawn, with places to go
My wife wants to ride, but she’s far to slow
I sure hate to leave the number one shopper
For once she gets going, nothing can stop her
But the morning bus runs, in half of an hour
And I hear her back there, starting the shower
To get stuck at the back of the bus is disaster
With a seat on the front, we get there much faster
We should hurry along before all the seats fill
I would mention the time, but can't swallow that pill
If we miss this bus, there's one that comes later
Since there is no way to hurry, the beloved wifeinator
Just a few tas and a ya, to the end of this tome
So I’ll stand on my head, and hope soon we are gone
Will Not Receive My Backing
Trump will not receive any of my backing,
While from him are receiving a shellacking;
Total trouble make;
Being breath taker;
Sailboat turned over after all of his tacking.
Jim Horn
One more sunset missed,
one more sunrise lost.
The rim of a glass glints less
in an undressed light.
Living between the days
losing yourself in nights dark corridors,
you begin to fade,
to fray at the edge of thought.
Sooner or later
the surface of the world
gets further away from you.
Then by chance or force,
you find that old rickety stepladder,
the one with small blessing
on each rung.
Mind sparks, a motor ticks over,
it begins to plow through the tall grass
you got lost in.
paging yard drivers
hook up and push back- lock in
I'm ready to load
The lonely Angel fought the pangs of hunger,
he has wasted years of blood and sweat in the dark battle,
but he didn’t mind it at all,
God gave him a signal, and he had answered the call.
he would fight for God until the very end,
he was dedicated and full of faith,
although he was injured in the battle,
he didn't let on,
God could tell from watching his agonizing gait,
but the Angel knew it would be far more painful to lose,
his injuries would heal after a few hours of sleep,
he just knew that he couldn’t give up protecting God’s sheep,
so fighting would only free the bright light
it gave him the strength that filled his might,
and he would not surrender, and he didn’t give up,
because when the dark fills his night,
death would have him backing into God’s light.