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I Think Of You - A Horrendous Night (Part 0)
Two a.m....
I open my window
...a crack,
the dark is blinding.
It is a severe cold outside
a stream of freezing air seeps in.
Two fifteen a.m....
I open my window another crack,
struggling to sleep...!
Eyes closed,
I count from one thousand to one
it might as well be ten thousand.
Still not use to a lonely bed
six of my senses explode like
a dandelion globe in a tornado...I
i think of you.
Raise the white flag,
wait the sunrise.
Wasn't it an eon ago
I drank the sunset?
It's never lost on me
I always ingest miracles slowly.
It's freezing cold now in my room...I think!
I feel everything...I feel nothing.
My face buried in both my hands...I
i think of you...
The Scots, by God,
They drove them out,
With a single Yorkie
At their heels a' yappin'
The Hobyahs tried to fly
Their arms they were a flappin'
Some managed to take to sea
And landed in Hamptonshire,
Yes-serieee!!!
But the British Navy would have none of this,
Big battleships they did send
The Hobyahs saw their doom,
Their plans they did amend
They sailed on to American,
Landed at the New Jersey coast,
The hobyahs could find no better host!
They ate their way from Newark
All the way up to Camden
Avoiding kennels and dog warning signs
There was always people on their roast
Now, much of America
Might applaud this you see,
For most of Jersey's citizens
Were as useless as a rubber tree
Then the Jerseyites came up
With a plan,
They bribed the Hobyahs with
16 barges overfilled with McDonalds
Quarter-Pounders with Cheese-
With big sign saying-
"This Way!!"
"Free PeopleBurgers"!!!!
And Infant Limb Fries!!!!"
Now this was not within
the Hobyah's realm of understanding,
But it sure sounded good....
So on the barges they climbed,
Till each and every one of these fiends
Took to sea, gorging themselves
On what they thought was fast human food
Once out in the bay, the barges were sunk
by remote control
On shore, a Mexican Beach Police Patrolman
was heard to ask Humphery Bogart,
for his beachcomber permit...
Humphrey barked back, "What?- Don't you see the history being made here?
If you're the beach police, let's see your badges!!"
The cop sneered, "Barges?....Barges?????.....We Don't Need No Sinking
Barges!!!!"
(See "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre")
With the kind permission of Marnie Memis (Oh, I Love that name!)
It's hard to imagine what goes through our minds
Of someone willing to end their life for a cause undefined
It's a mystery to me
I'm unable to see
Justification for this horrendous act of man's decline
Sipping from the well of sorrow
withstands an unusual life cast.
Sad rivers and sifting sand remain
tuck away this tragic river
apart from the entire world.
Tears stream down my chin
a liquid flow of unending love.
A waterway radiates pure splendor.
Isn't it frightening to adore...
something death may reach?
A frightening thing for...
loving, longing, dreaming, being.
Under a willow tree...
might lay weary love to sleep.
Your vitality lifted my spirits
your chuckle often buoyed my mood
your feelings brought me haughty joy,
to put everyone on the trail of spring.
When I ween back, I feel inane bliss,
it's a story of kindness and love,
for love is a noble deed...
a sacrament, a divine insight...
to love what demise has swayed.
I planted an elfin orchard,
in a corner of my heart,
it was my sanctuary,
a place for everything I loved,
music was sung, and flowers bloomed,
fine stars, like dew, clog it up to the brim.
Torn foam rose and was hauled away
Once the wave fades by a surge of water,
but it was never flawless
right up till you walked inside.
I had to modify my daily life,
from that day on, you were taken away
back to your home, which is nothingness
I got used to the stillness
I had to talk every time I sobbed
I learned to cope with the discomfort
yet, recalling you keeps you close to my heart.
Life is so challenging without you,
I feel peace now that you are in eternal bliss
I love knowing that you feel me
But coping with hardship is tough to diss.
with eyes that may endure,
and fingers that may delight hands,
still, you might be for your swooning partner:
just a whisper.
Written: January 20, 2023
Loved And Lost Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
It's hard to imagine what goes through the mind
Of someone willing to end their life for a cause defined
It's a mystery to me
I'm unable to see
Justification for this horrendous act of man's decline
© Jack Ellison 2016
More of Horn Horrendous Haiku
new account create
we found success in our fate
and then celebrate
had been incumbent
of entire government
not sure what they meant
while we had been cursed
scenario which was worst
like a bubble burst
after hard had tried
always let God be my guide
He kept me in stride
errors in report
what we did as last resort
mission would abort
what we always dred
had raised interest rate by fed
stopped using club med
cleaning section meet
and again we may repeat
wipe off toilet seat
they could quarantine
best for people always mean
betwixt and between
chickens re raising
large egg production praising
really amazing
must try to relate
After we will immigrate
then did consumate
would try to elude
while we had been very crude
being in the nude
quiet with no sound
was agony all around
fear there we had found
money may be cheap
up stock market prices creep
counted some more sheep
we then took a tour
merrimack and monitor
loved each one for sure
Jim Horn
Alas oh how grave and horrendous misfortune...
Relapse written all over whole
fudge besmirched countenance
American as apple pie garden variety troll
tell tale evidence eats away
at me heart and soul
argh so much for new year's resolution
straight and true healthy eating goal.
Lofty ambition to attain once upon time
coveted, prized, and
treasured toothpick physique,
no not necessarily becoming
thin as anorexic pencil necked geek
scores of years ago,
when yours truly resembled
quiet as mouse phantasmagorical
disembodied prepubescent freak
surreally bobbing long Battle Creek.
Morphological body distortion bid me
to allow, enable, and provide suicidal
grimly reaped tally ho
with feebly uttered see yawl
back in the day circa approximately
my thirteenth circuit round the sun,
I sought to disappear into cellular vacuole
formerly carefree boy
his loose higglety-pigglety
hogtied psyche psychological,
(not in yeast wryly bred) did unroll
severely psychological afflicted son
taxed his mama and papa where
somber appalling death knell
deathly silent lugubriously reverberated
figurative emotional bell toll,
Matthew Scott starved yet hungered
for sustenance of body, mind and soul.
Pact nearly signed, sealed,
and delivered signaling demise
(mine) unwittingly inflicting horrific guise
kickstarting pinteresting repercussions no lies
lifetime developmental delay no surprize
even now this aging baby boomer tries
to shake off pervasive thought process unwise
fending off punishing
self destructive reflexive urge
after experiencing wages
of culinary sin where surge
impossible mission just desserts to purge
thus sink dentures into sweet treat
taste buds relishing joie de vivre emerge
(think chocolate fudge) flashes me memory
prior lovely skull and crossbones
nearly acknowledged funereal dirge.
Horrendous Fruit
“Ah my eyes!” the acid sprays,
From the knobbly whorled display,
Of the thickened orange skin,
Pith and citric acid akin.
I take a bite of segmented fruit,
Cells explode and sour does too,
My eyes fall closed, My faces is scrunched,
As on the awful food I munch.
“One piece down!” I say with a sigh,
Surely this is how I die,
Biting on this horrid meat,
This one, I say, its got me beat.
As more skin I peel away,
That lovely orange like break of day,
Reveals itself with a suckling rip,
Where 'low the membrane lies a pip.
I steel myself and put it in,
Tastebuds protest a horrendous din,
Again and again my teeth crunch round,
Until, finally, the monster is down.
I hate the fruit, the way it grows,
Two are gone, too many to go,
A sway, on a tree, in the wind,
I pick when ripe, the stalk is thin.
But back to this horror, I want no more,
Tears of frustration begin to pour,
Thats it, I refuse to eat more, none.
With this fruit, I am done.
Howling at the moon
Oh so sadly
Running tears across the dessert face
Remebering the times in which they had
Entering the mind of state to find a memory that which was not sad
Nevertheless the wolf had fallen
Dreaming a forever dream
Optimisticly running in the gates of paradise
Universes call back to the one alone
Sadness overwhelmed the wolf waiting for something, someone
Time is smooth like a bird's chirp drew
Hazy but arranged, strength derive.
With asked waning, something might blew
Time is both blendings where zeal rive.
Hissing us all
With a sound fall.
Dread with dying, but given due
flight boundary briefs or contrive.
We wish for a quick and fair true
can't be found, but thrive to connive
Wings are worn out
To grasp, must doubt.
(Posie)
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Written: June 01, 2022
Posie Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Horn Horrendous Haiku
What are you doing
up so early or early
What are you doing.
Depending on how
You have been looking at it
And from which angle.
Could have been from straight
On maybe topsy turvy
Also all screwed up.
No matter how you
Look or else may try to see
Unbelievable.
Have a Horn Haiku
An exceptionally nice day;
Don't tell any fibs.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
King of Haiku and Explicit Poet
And you even can call complicit.
It's hard to imagine what goes through the mind
Of someone willing to end their life for a cause defined
It's a mystery to me
I'm unable to see
Justification for this horrendous act of man's decline
no disparity
God would say with clarity
give to charity
over world God rein
has been supply and food chain
while we here remain
when out God would reach
He said should always impeach
those who are a leech
we started to dream
God gave crop which was the cream
to us did redeem
God on judgement seat
He had helped us to compete
winning seems so sweet
took inventory
of God and all His glory
such a great story
did as directed
each sin God had selected
death to them detected
this had seemed to sense
God with all His competence
gave me confidence
had a lot of *****
so God would make me a monk
all a bunch of bunk
always consented
by God am represented
and have repented
You are so cruel
You are just a demon
Want to be a family, well find someone else to corrupt
You are saying stuff I do not want to hear
Doing things, I do not want to know
I am so tired of your lies
Al your doing is pushing yourself in the pits of hell.
Og Makes a Horrendous Mistake
By Elton Camp
When grunts and growls turned into speech
Men, only to other males, the way would teach
All the women would just silently obey
Because not a single word could they say
So all was peaceful for a long while
Women would simply nod and smile
Their mates never tried to dominate
Such a world the men did highly rate
Then Og made a far-reaching goof
Of his folly we still have the proof
To his mate, speech instruction gave
He became forever reviled as a knave