Best Powell Poems
I Salute You General Colin
Your Becoming The First African American Secretary Of State
Your Heroism standing up for All Of Us Americans
A True American Hero for all to Look Up to
First Black American Secretary of State, COLIN POWELL, (1937-2021)
Served in the G. W. Bush, Ronald Reagan, and Jimmy Carter administrations,
He said, “Success is the result of hard work…and learning from failure,”
His hobby was restoring old cars; hardly knew the meaning of vacations.
written January 20, 2022
especially for "A Celebrity Epitaph" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
I see you South Carolina’s motherless child….
The chains of slavery set you free…
You are my history book and the link to my pit less soul…
Love began with you Mississippi midwife…..
Smells of Sage and Catnip, fried green tomatoes and pot liquor…
Your veiny swollen hand healed the sick and brought in new life….
Missy Anne played for your time without a lamenting thought your sister you chose ….
With loving respect I see you gazing back at me on Murdear’s bedroom wall…
Your picture yellow and cracked yet fresh with the dawn….
As your soft brown eyes and pomaded hair blew your aura into the busy confusion
of my present…
I wish for you….
I long for you…though you have transcended poverty, inadequacies, and time…
You are the balm of ancestral roots…
My darkest love is your eternal strength…
Your great gift of strength challenged me to be….
The epic behind the satellite epic that was and remains...the career of lewis Findlay.....
He who calls his brother races is endangered of council
Thank you twiggy for all those dedications of carly simon
And you're re so vain
Vanity of vanities
My darling Sheba
You were my joy and pleasure my sorry shame.
We brought the midnight sun to rise
Across the eb,ny starlite skies
Again like us more shall not come
Barbara srreisand , Kris kristofferson
There was a flower with a dream
Within its heart like a sun
And life was like a living stream
That kept rolling on and on
The flower grew each day brighter
And the dream steadfast yet
Like a stamen still sweeter
Golden rose, but could not set
Time grew longer and flowers fade
But a pollen sweetly holds
One dream a stigma to invade
And rise while time onward rolls
For that pollen flourished stronger
When petals shrivelling aged
And could nurse the dream no longer
Against life's sore sudden rage
Each petal knew its day was done
It could not bring still the bee
Its brighter days already run
The nectar dried, dry the tree
But pollens are dreams holding fast
To bring a seed out of gold
The way dreams hold and ever last
While lovers turn gray and old
Their dream to hold hands, dream to walk
The sea's edge kicking the sand
To climb a hill and sit and talk
Or plant and sow the rain glad land
Or like a petal drunk with joy
To dance her in the fresh wind
Holding still the promise since a boy
When ttrembling they halted sin
It was the dream that like a sun
Finally dried up all his veins
The bee to pollen dance and spun
But useless came the bright rains
It sogged him, nothing stiff stayed
When petals shrivel and falls
The flower wrinkles and we fade
And time tumbles solid walls
Only for satisfaction then
They laughed while the waning moon
To its rest sadly too descend
Dreaming bright amidst the ruin
Of love kept O too long apart
Of flowers faded in the sun
Of dreams still sweetening the heart
Of hopes past when time is done
Colin Powell Horn Haiku
One was wise old owl
I had thought of Colin Powell
My face has a scowl.
Have lost my respect
Criticism did detect
Can't be more direct.
Seems like politics
Of trade full of many tricks
Off me always ticks.
What do you think of that one?
Jim Horn