Best Consolidating Poems
Rudeness at places of work is a terminal cancer
That reduces and kills productivity
Promoting the dancer
Who feels her rudeness proclivity
Resembles a godsend in her way of thinking
Equating its futility to putting in a full day’s shift without any proof
That rudeness despite its inkling and tinkering
Adds to long faces among colleagues whose home roof
Undergoes strain victims of rudeness export home where their rudeness
Hurts family members who in turn unleash
Their reverse rudeness to kill at home happiness
Inspiring butts of rudeness to dish
Out the taste of the rude message
To new victims enlarging the cycle by tit for tat
Until time passage
Widens the rudeness culture making it so fat
It recruits new rude members
Consolidating and spreading the rudeness epidemic
Insulating no one, hurting everyone to fan embers
That burn, burn, burn and burn so that rudeness no comic
Spares. Then, people wonder why so much rudeness flies about
Crashing good manners, killing decorum
Until a wisecracker reminds the person who in the first instance thought her rudeness clout
Despite a dose of rum
Contaminates and hurts more and more
Unless everybody makes it their business
To observe good manners and tenets of politeness in folklore
Then and only then can a rude-free society exist, pouring boundless happiness bereft of rudeness.
Looked up and down, right and left
Wondering why life suffers a theft
Subtracted beauty from my chin cleft
If I deserved and preserved the best
My love could lavish to attest
Why my love passed a preset test
Under dodgy durations of circumstances
Pummeling endeavours made in instances
That diminished and dwindled distances
Acknowledged to reveal robust character
On a bus, on a train, on foot, on a tractor
Where we determined adversity no longer a factor
In consolidating the love we feel
Grows by leaps and bounds despite the bill
Your family sprang on me to deal and kill
The foundations you and I have built
Over the years to fight to the hilt
Any machinations to pour heaps of silt
Into our love cogs
Meaning love should don cogs
Saunter under coercion in bogs and fogs
To prove its strength
Walking on hot coals at length
If truth should pervade and invade love width
To delight your parents
So worried and harried by overdue rents
We owe for domestic tents
That accommodate our nights and days
Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays
Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays
Shared with supreme care
Far beyond compare
Even when evil eyes stare
Willing you and I could disintegrate
To delight the flight of the ingrate
Who wishes our relationship could migrate
Into Dante's Hades
Struck by full blown Aids
Enfeebled and disabled in beds
Where to detractors we surrender
Stuck owing bucks to the vendor
Who dares to crush our love in his blender
Administering his coup the grace
As we lie panting on yellow grass
Listening to soothing sounds of brass
Whispering osculation and consolation
Amid an attempt at immolation
Our love sustains not in isolation
But in tandem
With a hustled harem
Which sings its ultimate knell anthem.
Time passes,
I look in retrospect
on a life petering out.
Memories rack my brain,
there under the pine tree
we stand embraced
in perfect harmony,
our names chiselled
on the tree's trunk,
our love in unison
our passion fulfilled.
Time passes
like the monotonous tick tock
of an old wall clock
rigorous and unrelenting
obdurate and harsh.
Our feelings are chiselled
in a book of love.
Life's a continuum,
like a smooth sand dune
until some heavy breeze
ruffles the surface,
then the calm and back
to the velvety smoothness
of our devotion and love.
Time passes,
steadily and pitiless,
sharing, dividing, consolidating
all that we had construed,
until my last entry is there:
rest in peace my sweet.
Soon we'll be together again
as I wane and wither;
soon our names will be chiselled
on a flat cold stone
soon I'll rest too
forever with my love.
Today,
I am alone
Beneath the sky
There is no one
Here,
To whom
I can say
Mine
Today,
I am missing
Whom
Who, too, will be
Missing me
Now
I just want to
Listen to her
Voice
But I have no
Choice
She has forbade
Me
To do so
I am weeping
Inside
Want to she her
Not possible
Now,
I am missing
Her
Today,
I feel
What love is
Today,
I realize
How much i
Love her
Today,
I can say
Only one girl
I love
Even more than
My life
Each second
Lingers a year
Craving for her
Face
May she too will
Be remembering me
Now,
I just pray to god
I want to hear her
Now
I want to hear her
Voice
But alas! I have no
Choice
Why such saperation
I can with stand
I am dying
To hear her
But couldn't do
Anything
She is far away
From me.
Far away very
Far
I can't do anything
To see hear
Mearely go on weeping
And shedding tears
I imagine
How one can miss
Someone so madly
But I am an ox example
Today
I have felt
What heart contains
What eyes have
To see the beloved
They are fighting with me
I am just going on
Consolidating
Then now and there
O! my beloved
Please say
You too are feeling
The same
You too are burning
In the same flame
Speak to me
Talk to me
Lingering;
Longing;
Craving;
I am
Where are you
Can't you feel
My tars
Where have you
Gone?
Come to me soon
Come! And me mine
I can' wait now
Darling!
Are you getting!
What I am saying?
Speak to me you
Why are you silent?
I am waiting for
Your single word
That escapes your
Lips
My life! Why are
You taking me?
You are my soul
Apart from me
I think
You too feel the
Same
But you are not
Answering
As of same problems
But whenever you
Get a chance
Give your moblie
A glance
And call me than
As I am waiting always.
Our hug was very long lasting,
We loved our bones and skins,
I was hearing that the bones were roaring,
I could see the skeleton of our two.
Now I am waiting,
Until you leave,
I still hear the sound of your shoe,
After a while, silence seemed like an infinite one.
Tonight i'm going to sleep alone,
Purity on the bed sheets,
I am feeling your absence,
All around are playing silence and loneliness.
Is this called loneliness?
Loneliness is consolidating around the wall,
I opened the window and saw everything became silent,
The darkness came from all sides and made you hide from my eyes.
You will not come again,
Because I'm a rare species of animal,
Human thoughts will not enter into me,
I know very well that I do not have any human concerns in me.
Anther shamanic sunset in the upper Midwest
Magical brush strokes and hues that redact your mind to the test
Assisted beauty consolidating at the end of day
Memories of the heart that are created to stay
"Life as in a day".
(1) Coming into this world quietly at Dawn
when a tiny little baby was born.
With mother’s milk, extending the Life
devouring foods mother provide.
Slowly but boldly, crawling on all fours
standing up and toddling fast, walking on all floors.
Schooling at five, & graduating with pride after twenty
attaining & obtaining the knowledge so plenty.
(2) Noon is a time, a young guy in his prime
With new strengths & new senses well defined.
Well trained, knowledgeable and bright
a married life he shared with wife
raising children with his genes, as he thrives.
Living happily ever after, with his family as he strives
this is his right, as well as his plight, in this world so wide.
Struggling to endure, his life so harsh
rowing up stream, waters so rough
strong winds blow from left & right
holding the oars tight, rowing to keep alive.
Oldie and grumpy, slowly as strength ailed
feeble and frail, and weakness prevailed.
Exhausted, debilitated, & sickened with disease
it is mundane nature, every body live and die in a brief.
Families break up, in life and in death
only few are the exceptions, it’s a true fact
anticipate, if children over eighteen, relocate out of the pact.
(3) Twilight is the sunset of life, growing old
irrelevant, obsolete, and acting slow,
With no voice in the family anymore.
Donating and consolidating merits he so adores
practicing the Noble Truths to get the hold,
as Buddhism is in accord with natural laws, studies showed.
Senility led to monasteries and temples, so the saying goes,
sickness and sufferings prevailed, feeble & old.
Twilight sets, times shreds, breathes his last breath
sun goes down, darkness grows around, & death follows after the last gasp.
By Ko Ko Thein (Salt Lake City)
Around the Hills of Malvern now..Desecration takes place.'
Let me inform all how.' Where Elgars body has rested long
And Tolkien and Lewis did ramble in song.' all of these
Three historical giants, drew breath and inspiration none
Can deny it, seeds of thought in Lewis's mind grew into
Enchanted forests even braille did find it. And shared to
The world by many houses, published gems given to milions of children my imagination it rouses.' Gondor of
Middle earth from these hills Tolkien drew' its white walls
And turrets and hidden gardens shone through.' And Elgar twined the
Sough of its breeze.' The lambence of light in tones to
Please.' To refresh the spirits to inform the ears.' That grace
And beauty are to be played despite dread or fear.' In the face of
Hitler they were rehersed.' Indomitable riposte to wagners
Stuka played curse.' And now the enemy in different form
Under the cloak of green climate' snorts and paws cash
From rate payers is being put to miss-use..Same old trope
Of miss-infomation is now in use a commitie starved down
From twenty eight to six.!! Consolidating power the usual
Tricks.' Now two hundred new houses have been allowed
Concrete scars will be in situ where once fields were plowed.' Sacrilige plain in your face, ok'd by cronies yet
There is video trace.' I raise my eyes to Malverns hills I
Raise my pen, would it had quill.' I would despatch it to pierce the evil soul, of this cold committe let it be told.'
May litratures warriors get to the fire.' Email Malvern council the 'need is sore' let them know of the poets ire the
Revenge merits to be meted.' Justice must be requited.'
Get not bitter
If an insidious issue under consideration you flatter
Cos a situation abnormal can get better
If only your blinkered eyes can see
Life ain’t all about gung-ho glee
Cos common sense can make you free
To roam free of matters you overblow
In circumstances and stances so slow
They make you draw
A conclusion not backed up by a fact
That claims you exercise no tact
In handling and tackling the contact
Whose mesmerized measure
Somehow deletes the leisure
You believe grants no pleasure
In stooping beneath
Circles and buckles whose teeth
Somehow sneak beside the sheath
Growth and mirth skirt
Despite beliefs on a damsel you dump so much hurt
In words you blurt in a tone so curt
You succeed in consolidating the belief
That claims efforts invested in misread emotional relief
In one social segment whose chief
Motive defies hedonism
Thinly disguised as sophism
Portrayed as altruism and nepotism
You need to tone down
If society shouldn’t frown
On misadventures in which you attempt to drown
Fickle emotions
Whose prime motions
Deserve no approbations
Cos some activities ain’t worth it
Just eat your humble pie and quit
When optimal conditions you can no longer meet
While you wear your hedonism hat
Reclining and growing fat
As your pesky pride against reason you opt to pat.
Depart from the stronghold
To a place i will show you
Came the message
Through the prophet Gad
No more running and pretense
At lunacy to escape
From an enemy seeking
To destroy you
Snatched to safety to a place
Where they are unable to get you
There you escaped king
With your life and an injury
As you Recall the feel
Of the sacred soil
As it runs through your fingers
Promising yourself a return
Having to leave in haste
Lest those after you overtake thee
At the stronghold you had it all
But there was the looming dark cloud
Arriving at a different city
Consolidating your efforts
Uniting your forces
For you not strong enough yet
For victory is granted by the Lord
And the battle is not to the strong
Or the race to the swift
And visions come from the Lord
Said the prophet Gad
depart from the stronghold
To a place of safety
The Lord will show you
code 254
LUIS KAY
The ants and the beetles were all celebrating
As I wed the spider that I had been dating
And soon sixteen legs would be consolidating
I could say eighteen but that’s exaggerating
But all of a sudden the ground was vibrating
We tried to get clear but the plants were gyrating
We made for a drain with a safe metal grating
To hide from the beast and it’s red armour plating
We froze at the passage the beast was creating
By severing grass with its twin blades rotating
In fear of our lives we then started debating
To run off together or try separating
A not so near miss meant I’ll never be mating
Sometimes the obvious doesn't need stating
At least while my wife finds that rather frustrating
I won’t be her lunch when we’re done consummating
We tried to escape with some skilful pond skating
It helped that the air machine wasn't aerating
But there was a fountain that was agitating
The surface too much which was infuriating
I turned to the man and began contemplating
If spiders could ever do human castrating
But soon he was done and he started inflating
A pool with a puncture, he found that deflating
Reward and his effort were not correlating
And that made him mad, made him start salivating
And just when we thought that he might be fixating
His face went all blank and his eyes were dilating
He glared at us spiders, his ire not abating
So we thought it best to be reciprocating
But he had a brick in his hand elevating
I’ll tell you right now, that was not constipating
Perhaps it’s now time for some quick relocating
This isn’t the fate I was anticip.....
Every panic tell
A drop of trust is left to bleed
The transfusion is incomplete
Danger coming come
And then in an whisper recedes.
It was only rumor of his coming
I was not surprise
History is a movement of feelings
The way on enterprise dominates another
I think the market forces has quite
Worn their predictability out
The Mayan calender of twenty twelve
Is also a muted mouth
Someting is consolidating though
The beast about to be transformed
There will be no more bleating
Science cusping the reborn
Old habit
I just love looking up at the sky.
14.3
“I have realized the Supreme Self,
the Witness, the One
I am indifferent
to bondage and freedom.
I have no need for liberation”
14.4
“The inner condition
of one who is devoid of doubt
yet moves among creatures of illusion
can only be known by those like him”
What is realisation
What is awakening
If there remains doubt or hesitation
In conclusions arising from our contemplation
Then we are still searching
There being a gap in our so connecting
Our consciousness with supreme awareness
Blockages impeding full flow of Divine fragrance
After the initial witnessing or experiencing
There is a long road in consolidating & assimilating
The knowing
Not quite the becoming
As long as the current is intermittent
We are short of full enlightenment
And whilst the glimpses are encouraging
We need to surrender fully to cognise the Supreme all pervading
The symptoms manifest may yet be as stated as unseeking
We may be content in the Divine stream within us flowing
Yet to be truthful can we affirm the validity
Of being connected to the Source in an unbroken continuity
Being detached and desireless is an orientation laudable
But to say that we are free of doubt is a concept laughable
So whilst we patiently & trustingly await our blossoming
We are humble in confessing that we are still unseekingly seeking
13-December-2020
Gimme a break, Drake
In the space I own
In May, June or July to rake
In tonnes of peace without the groan
That serves no useful purpose
In the scheme of strategies I adopt
To rid my life of the toxic venom from the hind legs of your platypus
In circumstances and settings you co-opt
Cruising without aim into a dead end
From which I stray to preserve the serenity
I earn in peace urns that mend
Fuses, plugs and valves in the sovereignty
In which I fly aloft
The rocket propelling me to Venus
Where in tandem with Hermes and Cupid I climb aboard the loft
Where love once lived in pomp and splendor until fuss
Turned the tables
Crushing hopes I nurtured
In my thoughts, feelings and plans sauntering on gables
I thought you and I cultured
With a view to consolidating pre-nuptial plans
We’d painstakingly built
In the absence of adversity guns
That vowed we’d never fight the good battle to the hilt.
During Each Day
Day By Day has become very important to me.
And opened up my eyes so I can start to see;
Right direction;
Proper connection;
How and way things by God were meant to be.
Jim Horn
Unravel Road To Travel
As Christ's message we do start to unravel;
Realize down His road only He can travel;
Sin was spread,
We do dread,
Beneath Trinity's feet became their gravel.
Jim Horn
Our souls are represented by each shred
and scrap of gravel.
Calling Appeared Appalling
Politicians seem to put off and are stalling;
Which we all do dislike and find appalling;
Results are traumatic,
And yet still dynamic,
When they should listen to God's calling.
Jim Horn
Had Been and Come Again
Jesus was lovely Mary's little lamb;
His Father is great, "I am that I am;"
Here had been;
Will come again;
Saying you are Him is such a sham.
Jim Horn
People Were Profane
We are perfect example of being profane;
Full of much dismay along with disdain;
Do not disguise,
And then realize,
Should worship God and will remain sane.
Jim Horn
From Lineup Be Cut
About things are either and an or a but,
Nor and more keeping my mouth shut;
Deeper do get,
Are more upset;
From the entire lineup you could be cut.
Jabs and Jeering
People may run things including racketeering;
Make jabs with and remarks that are jeering;
Making a threat,
They will regret;
Into darkness they did end up disappearing.
Jim Horn
Those Who Do Dilly Dally
There are those who often do dilly dally;
Awkwardly around them a group will rally;
Makes no sense,
For those dense;
Did end up buried down deep in a valley.
Jim Horn
You are right. Why throw ut a bunch of
individual when you can read all of them
together on one page. From here on I
will be consolidating all of my poems.
Someone else deserves a turn at
being recognized. What I have realized
is I have written over 5,000 poems and
am number 3 compared to over 30,000
other poets. None of my poems are in the
top 100 most popular and famous ones.
My only hope is that my poems will inspire
other poets to write more poems so have
at it. Either James Serious Mysterious Horn
or James Thesarious Hilarious Horn. Take
your pick