Best End Up Poems
Golf Balls Did End Up Under
I just looked outside and saw so much rain
And hope that it all will go down the drain
Until one day again it finally did level off
We could play another great game of golf.
Fairways together each green should link
But when you walk on water and start to sink
Much difficulty surely soon started to see
What would your adjusted handicap be?
Through all of the rule books I have sifted
Nothing was said about being air-lifted
Fairways forgotten and had been skipped
While all of the water flowed and dripped.
To me complete conclusion it now brings
When you may need pair of water wings
Do be prepared in case of a big blunder
When below golf bag and balls go under.
When your balls are below water that
sounds pretty high filuting to me.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Years gone by I photographed
The sun rise and set, capturing
Kaleidoscopic colors cascading
Dawn to dusk across the untouchable touch
Of God’s unfathomably deep skies.
Overlooking cathedral towers and
Ancient battle fields where blood flowed warm and red;
Church steeples standing sentinel over cemeteries
Of the long ago lovely, now dreaming and drifting past
Stadiums over-filled with laughing, languishing, living dead sentient beings;
Museums, libraries and roads connecting and converging
Past, present, future and all points infinitely between.
In my mind I photographed these.
But now I sit devoid of film,
No camera lens to capture stills
Other than this life I’ve led
Step by step inside my head from
Life to life and death to death,
Ever so thankful for every flower, seed, smile
And whisper of gentle wind upon my face.
Step by timeless step, inching towards the inevitable rendezvous
Of who I really am, knowing
Somewhere between the light of day and dark of night
I’m bound
To end up where I began: With ONE
Eternal Photograph in Hand.
When Popeye whipped Brutus's ass
I shoulda' promptly been sent to mass
Wiley C. gets flattened by a safe?
What a horrid, repulsive disgrace!
Elmer tried to murder Bugs Bunny
You laughing? You think this is funny?
When Tom tried to terminate Jerry
Were critics amused? Not very!
Cartoons were my video games
And yes, I am duly ashamed
One reaps what he sows as they say
(But I think I turned out okay)
1/1/13
Yasmen's contest
Not End Up Being
They say that she is such a pretty princess
And in my business I am poor and penniless
Maybe what I should do is to stop yakking
Up and down river soon start kayaking.
Will begin taking pictures of birds and bees
Some swimming in water or in tall trees (Egrets)
Others bearing eggs are building a new nest
Others sit in shade getting some much needed rest.
Often it has been known to be a big battle
When up and down river I do try to paddle
And even though thousand times have tried
I always end up going against opposing tide.
This is safest and most perfect thing for me
Now I won't be washed completely out to sea
While I am utterly paddling with persistence
And always will be running into much resistance.
What I did was decide to take my neighbor along
Just in case if anything were to ever go wrong
So that me with poor shape and physical health
Will never be alone ending up all by myself.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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Eyes remain glossy red/
Mind lost in a mind trance haze/
The mind not the body will be fed/
Toughts lost in a swirl of lies through the smokes blaze/
I no longer know if what I'm doing is right in my own confused head/
I want to change my life because my death is certain and I know that wont change/
Help me stop killing myself Lord before I end up dead.....
My son had done it since just a kid
By others, forever they would forbid
When smoking often has been done
What you do others will start to shun.
Why should people smoke these days
When they will never receive any praise
To smokers seems to be an escape;
Smell does even get on each drape.
They continue smoking day after day
And for poor people I will always pray
They finally found an eloquent answer
It can cause you to end up with cancer.
James Thomas Horn
www.poetrysoup.com
End Up Having to Die
Was on trail and ended up being erratic
Back an forth seemed to be my tactic
When enemy had been trying to confuse
His weakness to my advantage wanted to use.
God Himself helped me to get a great grip
Prepared me to be going on a long trip
And in and out of trouble me would bring
When I was in search of a certain thing.
What that subject may be only I knew
Then all of a sudden from out of the blue
My eyes now started to get a firm fix
On a bar someone called the Check Six.
Not sure if six is a direction or a step
Like six-thirty low, fast pace or clip
Am sure to this there must be a meaning
When off into space plane went careening.
Got you covered is what it turned out to be
And stay in formation and don't break free
If you did do I have heard that this is why
You will someday end up having to die.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran abd Poet
How Did I End Up Like This??
I lie on the cold stone floor
I lie and watch
Watch the needle roll away
Watch my life roll away
How did I end up like this?
I haven’t moved from this spot
I’m stuck
Stuck in a nightmare
Where my only enemy is my addiction
How did I end up like this?
My parents had hopes for me
Now only fear remains
The fear of them losing me
What have I done?
How did I end up like this?
I tried to run
I tried to hide
Nothing worked
If it was only a bit of fun
How did I end up like this?
Now as I lie on the cold stone floor
As I lie and watch
Watch the needle roll away
As I watch my life roll away I ask
Do you want to end up like this?
THINK BEFORE YOU ACT!!
End Up Going Down the Drain
Have you heard nature trying to call
Went out and wrote poem off the wall
About fool flying into wide open space
Searching for human race all over the place.
I really had begun to blow my big stack
Said that human race I was trying to track
We found was going forward and very fast
Wondering how long human race would last.
Poems we put on fast forward had left behind
Designed for you to have much peace of mind
Would poem of mine actually get out of line
And while writing it we did wine and dine.
Desire to write poem had an urgent urge
Desire to do it out of my mind did purge
There was the desire lying before my feet
And when we did, it was done Dutch treat.
Will write poem in exchange for one of yours
And if throughout eternity yours endures
Will put off writing poem so we can wait
Trying to see the one that will be great.
Oh my goodness and what here on earth
None only nothing at all were my poems worth
Over whole world wanted my poems to reign
All they did was end up going down the drain.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
End Up At Ballot Box
Around in water were known to motor,
After we had become a great boater;
Found a campaign;
People were insane;
Went to ballot box and became a voter.
Jim Horn
End Up in Eternity
What may set my whole mind into motion?
It is when I do give God my daily devotion
That proceeds to go forward day by day
So God can continue hearing what I say.
In my each poem there is a certain form
Of words coming together creating a storm
Invading whole world and into each mind
And to nothing or fact will they be blind.
No matter which way my mind might bend
Into meager body shivers God will send
When I think of all the things He can do
Appear to be many and more then a few.
Soon you will absorb each and every one
And realize in your life what God has done
No wonder how sweet your life will now be
Then also eventually ending up in eternity.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
i've offered my soul up
so many times
but they can't match my price
still i'll offer it again
and many more time
almost every day
but all they offer
dose not way in worth
so i won't take it
until my price is meet
but the power and demons
who by souls
don't understand
the value of a heart
some how
i end up owning them
Form:
Feeling inspired to clean up your life
beginning with changing how you think
do you want to continue to stand in that abandon house that reeks of feces
causing an overwhelming stink?
smoking crack cocaine
going insane
thinking you are clever
just because you use abuse misuse yourself and others
selling drugs
killing your sisters
even your brothers
hearing it sizzle
enhaling the smoke
it goes to your head
taking you places
you do not need to go
burning valuable brains cells
sitting in different jails
there goes the rent money
days without a shower
they could care less about you
all they want is your money body mind self-respect dignity aspiratrions hopes
dreams
as your soul screams
let's make a change before you end up asking for change
helping you is not out of GODS range
you deserve better
clean your act up
get your children back
get a job
save your money
a home in your own name
change how you think
because the thought is the cause of it all
it was because of a thought you were born
shake that feeling of dread
do not be forlorn
make new friends
discover new playgrounds
broaden your horizons
keeping your best interest at heart
doing your part
give it your all
because half measures avail us nothing
Have to End Up in Hell
Paradise seems perfectly plain and clear
For me, will never be no where near
With rising gas prices and terrible taxes
Bound to bother and surely not relax us.
From the looks of each new politician
Starving voters putting them on nutrition
Program while we are being taken in
And they feed fine faces again and again.
Should I really start a poetry society
Have to take test to determine sobriety
And, we all know blooming consequence
Of course, we end up on right side of fence.
While on dried up vine we start to whither
Sleek politician away does slither and slither
Becoming a case cruel people call mental
Ends up in palace that is a presidential.
So what if it is the White House instead
While we love living here in our shed
Some loser who time could tell not
Nine peaceful people in church he shot.
What in world are we coming to these days?
They were in God's house giving Him praise
Could God a soul like losers really compel?
To disappear from us and end up in hell.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
End Up Dead
If I have done all of my math,
There is no end to God's wreath
Especially when you were wrong;
Life you led will not be for long.
Of breath, did detect a shortness
And realized I had so much to miss
When my Lord I will not let lead
Who has so many mouths to feed.
So will shut my mouth and to Lord listen;
World is great and often does glisten
But somewhere in the Bible I had read
If you live in sin sadly will end up dead.
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