Best Ensued Poems
Languor of the mind
I. My, my, My how times flies.
Another year has transpired.
Yet, a City has not been revitalized to the image once defined.
The crime rate has escalated since 1999.
Plus, the minds of the people negate refinement.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
An Inauspicious approach
II. I went to sleep on the couch.
When I woke up, I ask what time is it now.
It is the sleep I was in that contradicted the housework.
Where did all this paper come from on my bedroom floor?
Do you know the score?
Is this done by someone I know?
III. A penitent to view
They stood behind bars looking out.
They house was situated at the end of the block.
The sirens were blasting as loud as blow horns.
They laugh to themselves for this was a warning of life forthcoming.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Ensued precedent
IV. When I came in 1997, the City was in a hidden culture of turmoil.
Unpromising and ill-starred was the faces I saw in the crowd.
The laughter was twigged to their high-quality of life.
But oh, the City needed revitalizing.
The unemployment rate was at a national high.
The dilapidated housing condition was a true ghetto now.
Black bottom shined in that we had left that period of time.
Do you see what I see?
Destiny undefined.
Do you hear what I hear?
Humanity laughter lachrymose without a focal point for future growth.
Do you know the score?
Iniquity and transgression are entrenched.
Is this done by someone I know?
The miens are seen as a desolated City in a manifold.
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Written on December 27, 2015!
Food Feud Ensued
Resulting conflict we found about food,
And much embarrassment we ensued;
That was best,
Then the rest,
Which had resulted in a family feud.
Jim Horn
When it seemed like all was lost,
And giving up was at its time best,
When time began to count its cost,
You came and changed the course.
When all friends betrayed me,
And set all worst traps for me,
When loneliness had in me freedom,
You came and ended the boredom.
When true love was out of sight,
And every big dream of me seemed light,
When darkness shined so bright,
You came and filled my end tunnel with light.
With all your Kindness and love,
I have learnt to have faith and trust on you,
You have made me enjoy the sufficient grace,
And with all your goodness, I will not fear.
©Poet Igweee
Viewed and Ensued
Of everyone, Trump had poorly viewed;
Was crude when women he had ensued;
Enough of his horrible behavior endured
And of any good will was never a steward;
His terrible eloquence he should exclude.
Jim Horn
what we would conclude
did find a horrible feud
which we had ensued