Best Run Amok Poems
41.
Resist I Must
Pride is hubris run amok
To rot the soul within.
It rises from the depths of hell...
The deadliest of sins.
It is the snake that slithers so
To pervert both bold and brave.
It may appear the luminous rainbow
But at its end... a pauper's grave.
Resist I must... if resist i can
To this bastard's sad decree.
Knowing counted among the fallen...
Are far better men then me.
The End
42.
Sorrow on the Vine
My thoughts were sorrow on the
Vine... my brain in some distress.
I carried on, as best I could
With an effort to suppress.
But malcontent was soon to be
As despondency quickly grew.
I will go to bed... to sleep the night...
And tomorrow start anew.
The End
43.
The Wretch
A wretch upon the gallows stood...
Devoid of any plan... while
Life was weathered astride the door
And Death cackled near at hand.
The Angels sang as Angels do
When one answers Heaven's bell.
But judge not those about the gallows...
Lest you be judged as well.
The End
44.
The Clock is Ticking
If you cling incessantly,
Counting down your final breath...
Consuming supplements and vitamins
To cheat the Reaper of a death.
But the clock is ticking... ever ticking..
And when you meet a timely end...
Embrace Death in all its glory
And make of it a friend.
Fear not the specter of Life's decay...
But if such a thing should be.
Let Church bells ring and Angels
Sing... as you shed mortality.
The End
45.
A Thought Was Had
A thought was had, and had it was...
To a point beyond dispute.
I surprised myself, I did, I did...
It seemed to bear some fruit.
I bandied it with knitted gloves
Concerned for it to break.
I crept about the boarding house
To rouse my friends to wake.
We gathered round the bellied stove
To hear my thought defined... but by
Then, the thought I had, I thought I had...
Completely slipped my mind.
The End
Put the pork-n-beans
in a big garbage can
Let the kiddies run wild
til lunchtime,
then try to reign ‘em in
Make the little bed-wetting buggers
play White castle in the sand
Find out who clogged the shower drain
and stopped up the toilet again
The Camp counselor
is looking a little addled,
even more so today
His bungling staff
let another
golden goose opportunity get away
Parents with good money
were willing to pay
extra, to keep their rowdy kids
on an extended two-week stay
But nobody was around answering the phone,
everybody was hammock gone
At Camp Run Amok,
everything is run wrong
Bugle reverie is at five in the morn,
but the cock don’t even crow
at the crack of dawn
Steve and Kelly,
Jared and Sebastian
A most inept staff crew,
who don’t get nothing done
Didn’t put up no transparent policy tents,
too stringent on the press pool rules
Mischief behavior gets praised, no denouncement
They don’t mind being treated like fools
The boss sneaks off every weekend,
tweeting dumb stuff on his cell phone
Today, he was bragging
how he don’t pay taxes like Al Capone
The bad punk rep of Camp Run Amok:
common sense ran home ...
now everything is ran wrong
Welcome to Camp Run Amok,
where everything is in disorderly disarray
The Camp counselor likes it chaotic that way;
with kids running things, having the last say
Palpable hatred makes your nostrils seethe
As you inhale all the imagined wrongs
Grounded in ignorance
And no reality
A match is struck
Martyrs are made
And fools are kings
Grievances run wild
Fed by even more vengeful sins
The place is ablaze
The rioting season has begun
Who will outlive
This bellicose insanity
That is but an implosion of ill-will?
The place is raised to the ground
The calm before
Did not exist
As bold they were
Who stirred the umbrage
That overruns the place
A comedy of errors
A slap in the face
The flames consume all around
History will laugh
As we now cry
With ignorant disdain
Rights become wrongs
Wrongs become rights
Troubles brew
It's a grim sight
The charred ruins smoulder
This friction is not new
A caustic brew of simmering rage
Mixed with distrustful interaction
Society disintegrates
A cauldron full of hate
All around is covered in ash
Is this the way to build humanity?
Rising up in Don Quixote style
May relieve tensions now
As our restless energy
Is temporarily spent
What of the never fading seething discontent?
The world can be turned upside down
So easily
Thankfully not too frequently
When Things Run Amok
When things run amok
It is always best that you
Don't forget to duck.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran Poet
Soothsayer and Prophet
who can't stop it.
If you don't want to press your luck
Never iron a four leaf clover, big yuks
It's a giggle each day
Need to find a way
To shoo your troubles and run amok
if you write life without a plot
what you have is a vacant lot
it’s time to pause and examine the story
consider introspection and an inventory
there are days of purple haze
life is a maze of many ways
in disrepair, life’s not fair
I declare what can I bare
I’ll ask the Lord to bless me
as I prayed again tonight
to guide me and protect me
as He champions my fight
His love is always with me
His promises are true
when I give Him all my cares
I know He’ll lead me through
when the task that burdens
seems too difficult a test
I pray upon a bended knee
knowing He will do the rest