Best Halted Poems
*Image of Ready to Break by UCA.
Tale of the Halted
'Tis be a day of echo
and with it, the result
preys on the lips to no
end, the uncontrolled
tongues hast lain in
plain sight of held shame
and clumsy splits stewing
in a devil's brew.
Fire musters the envious
their claim and precious
bans a quick ambition
to an embellish sheen,
their feigned embrace
traces honey as blood
parts sapped mettle, a
fusion of scraps from
an enigmatic ex.
Now blesseth truths
burns their brittle fibrous
habitats, for they etch
their soul's in the ashes
and wallow in the vague
ambiguity of last night's
light show and be as much
the reason for claims
that themselves never
hast happened.
Natheless, they'd be none
the grander e'er seen, be
they runaway wanderers,
all unconscious, kinetics
empower their motions
as the fire that bred their
souls, hast petered out.
Yet, no need for flames,
as it has been called out,
'tis duel works in passing,
an uplift streak sparingly
made a dart for life to
unleash its hold and give
the halted birth a soul.
It rives steadily, yanks
at the skinned that
detains its pledge,
abrupts suddenly, and
sanctioned to live.
Enters the settler, an
embedded phase
replete annals done
sheaths an escape
with a glow so soft
though shields the
inevitable its moral
claim to be realized
and resist the deniers'
reclamation and their
rumored tales that
made their spark
ignite.
2019 September 17
Keep paying your dues when liberalism
packets profits from your sweat;
and don't mutter a disapproval word...
when your stomach growls for an altruism
that enriches the lives of the smart,
while yours is not considered sacred.
The horrifying screams
that were suddenly halted
by an exhaled breath are fragments
of all hope and the beginning of all strife;
they remain inside and make
your agonizing soul bleed:
don't think of possible revenge...
while smelling the stench of the blood.
It's the ultimate self-sacrifice
preventing the horrendous carnage
of thousands who cling to life,
barely making their ends meet,
just picking up their breadcrumbs
and continue the squalid living and ache
for the abundance promised
by a liar who only sought gold.
Is it possible to avoid cruel glances and hatred feelings,
not hear threats that disquiet a tranquil life
meant to be lived by all who seek happiness,
not disharmony, conflict, or insidious rife?
Is it human to break hearts and rejoice
over their grievances caused by malicious deeds?
Mend yourself for the actions that brought ambivalent moods
of distrust, why hurt others and not be punished by the same token?
Don't keep spinning your wheel...it will stop and bring you down!
The horrifying screams that were suddenly halted
by an exhaled breath in distress have retained
their fret to encounter more frightful images that prolong
their play of mischievousness among enlarging shadows,
no powerful light will make them vanish into nothingness:
there's no redemption without realizing the gravity of wrong.
instead of crunchy bread.
no movement
on its face
time
halted
reflection contemplation
memories hope
wishes desires
relaxation nothingness
accelerated perceptions
whatever
thank you
these extra unmeasured
moments
before
the hands move
the pulse continues
endless
together
until mine
doesn't
Adversities halted this promising journey of mine...
wreaking much uneasiness and restlessness,
starting from zero is the demise of dreamers:
configuration can end in dissent and not shine
with the genial ideas that diverge from brashness,
and what could have bloomed turned to demise.
This youth wasn't the one promised to the very young
With a voracious mind hungry for stimulating knowledge,
every tall wall was a challenge, so hard to be climbed;
others thrived and enjoyed their days on the sharp edge,
I refused to hope, accepting a fate too harsh and agonizing;
nobody's nights were longer than mine, shivering from the cold.
Adversities halted this promising journey of mine,
and being too weak, vulnerable and fragile, I couldn't fight back;
and as my strength grew, I became a voracious swine.
Isolation was my prison for years; now, it's no longer a setback.
Were my prayers an invocation or a frenzied wish to desist?
Not even God from Heaven looked down as if I didn't exist,
He wanted to teach me the depth of faith, patience, not anxiety;
and dragging each desire along, I pledged to claim a great victory
without the urges of vanity, those urges that have destroyed many.
When you find love it feels great
Don't judge or discriminate
Love is love, it doesn't matter
Don't make someones pure heart shatter
With remarks of mean disdain
Turning their joy into pain
Leave them alone they want to live
In happy peace, so they can give
Their heart away to someone who
Loves them as much as they do
Open up your mind and see
Everyone deserves to be
Without sorrow and loneliness
We all need to grant them this
Being in love feels right
From nighttime till the morning light
You wouldn't want to be judged
Ridiculed, tortured, smudged
Just because of differences
People just want to fit in
Looked at by orientation
Isn't an option anymore
We all need to shut the door
On hateful discrimination
Making a more peaceful nation
Correction and Imperfection
God did so love the world being He could not wait,
And to finish making he would love and appreciate;
Weather may end up being terrible and thundering
While over surface of earth He had been wondering
God, we need you to have hell and devil halted,
And above all forever by us you will be exalted.
What we know is You will never need a correction,
And in Him there has never been an imperfection.
Teach me and then tell me so that I will know
God is with me wherever I have gone or did go,
And someday soon Son will return and be back;
Need Your help now with all of the things I lack.
Jim Horn