Best Sessions Poems
Some day
One day
How about today?
Let all that is you
Dance to the rhythm of your soul
Indulge in some soul sessions
Whatever they might be
Acknowledge who you are in this moment
Pretty, afraid or even anxious
About anything and everything
Don't double back on what you feel
There is enough doubt going around
Try not to put on the dress of insecurity today
Give yourself that downtime
To recoup - leave indecision at the door
©wilmaneels
©07062020
Categories:
sessions, introspection, life, self,
Form:
Free verse
Sessions and Sessions
Sessions and sessions,
And then many more sessions,
Again of Sessions.
Jim Horn
Categories:
sessions, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
Back where it all started this life
There were a lot of bright colours
Deciding to take our time upon this
Poe; to do a Michelangelo: jasper's muse
As I'm going a bit too fast ? We'll turn it into a love fest....
Breaking away from vertigoville; mania valley's terse twister, thrills.
Categories:
sessions, baby, baptism, love,
Form:
Green moss moist on trees,
Vines glisten with character;
Canopy in mist.
Categories:
sessions, nature
Form:
Haiku
Autumn's muse an ocean tide...
She knew, my heart's love for her
By the way that I passionately kissed
Her beautiful lips; but she held her ways
As I had my own yet, our love was in flames.
Categories:
sessions, love, passion, romance, love,
Form:
Free verse
Both Under Oath
(Tom Sessions)
Why lie under oath;
Liar and loser are both;
Him we all do loath.
Jim Horn
Categories:
sessions, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
Possessions and Jeff Sessions
Brain lost it possessions,
When they approved Jeff Sessions;
Then flipped my noodle.
Drew Up A Blank
Played with a full tank
And deck so who should I thank?
Mind drew up a blank.
Jim Horn
Categories:
sessions, anxiety, humorous,
Form:
Haiku
None Other Than Tom Sessions
Should see home and prominent possessions,
Owned by none other than Tom Sessions;
Are Great by mile;
All Southern style;
With ornate objects in his many obsessions.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
I even like this one myself. Also like
the way his holds his had real high
in the air so you can see it being
that he does seem so short.
Categories:
sessions, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Sessions and Recluse Himself
Whole system Sessions is starting to abuse;
To save hos own skim himself did recluse;
We were horrified,
That he had lied;
Trying to settle things down and them diffuse.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
sessions, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Reaction to Action Regarding Sessions
Hope you understand,
Full brunt of my intentions;
Biased was action.
Sessions possesses
No compassions known to exist;
By me won't be missed.
Can't believe that they
Actually have approved him;
Shady character.
Jim Horn
Categories:
sessions, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
Yes. It’s the album that shook the world.
The 1996 DEP Sessions.
You’ll dance in front of your cat to this music.
I do daily.
My record will be worn out soon.
I keep playing the songs over and over again.
So google it… look it up on YouTube.
Your life will change, I promise.
It’s the combination of Toni Iommi and Glenn Hughes.
How could you ask for anything more?
So listen, dance, enjoy.
Enjoy the rock and roll and live again.
Categories:
sessions, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
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My first session with Kamar had gone rather well,
despite the fact that I felt as if I’d just returned from hell.
My Son had another episode and had to yet once again be hospitalized.
He lost his housing privileges also, which in turn left me somewhat traumatized.
Of course Kamar was supportive and tried to make me come to see
that I’ve been more than a true loved one could ever possibly be.
I recall Her going on and on about all of the good things that I’ve done
to try to help and rehabilitate my loving but sick Son.
I know that She means well but my attitude is, “So What.”
All that hard work and all the time spent and what have we got?
A young man who most likely will never be able to care for himself
because he’ll probably always be in the worst mental health.
I can’t live forever. What will become of him when I’m gone?
Thoughts like that haunt me daily. Sometimes I think I just can’t go on.
That’s why these sessions with Kamar are so very important to me.
She shows me strength hidden within me that sometimes I’m just too blind to see
and she constantly reminds me that Hope comes in many forms,
that there’s new research on the horizon that may someday right all these wrongs.
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We covered most of the tragedy that was the life of my Son’s Mother.
She too is also a hero of sorts and she’s one unlike no other.
She was pretty much abandoned at her very moment of birth
by her mom who disappeared off of the face of the earth.
Her mom took off with her father’s best friend.
She probably had legitimate reasons,
but she left her children behind in the hands of a fiend.
He was the ultimate in child perversion.
So at the age of eight, she was on her own.
She had no choice but to run away.
She’d rather eat from dumpsters and sleep in depots.
Living at home had a far worse price to pay.
The cold of some nights were never as cold as his cold and clammy old hands
all over her sweet innocence whenever he desired. Whenever Her Daddy Demands.
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Categories:
sessions, mom, me, me, mom,
Form:
Rhyme
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Today we spoke about my son, Michael,
particularly about his death
and of his only baby sister, Princess Alison
and how sad it was that the two never met.
Michael’s birthday was rapidly approaching.
That’s never been a good day for me.
I won’t sit here and lie,
on that day I stay at home alone and cry
and I seem to do the same thing on his death anniversary.
As of this writing, it’s been more than a decade since
my son was taken away from me.
I was told, “Time heals all wounds. Comfort will become yours soon,”
but I’m afraid that I’d have to disagree.
Time definitely makes things much easier.
The burden of grief seems to get less with each passing day.
I hate to burst your balloon but Time healing ALL wounds?
Some wounds never heal. Some wounds never ever go away.
Imagine the ultimate worst day of your life,
not just once but twice annually every year.
Imagine how it must be, being reminded twice annually
of the worst news any loving parent could ever hear.
“Your Son is dead,” are the constant words that fill my head
every birthday, every death day, every time.
Only on those two days do I feel totally lost in a maze
of misery, grief and loss all combined.
Categories:
sessions, day, death, son, day,
Form:
Rhyme
To build a nation
It's not about what clan you belong to
Hear me,attentively
It's about the unity if the people
Hear me,accurately
Acceptance of different race
Ain't we blessed
Different cultures,different languages
What a diverse world,we've in
Ain't we honoured
To have these kind of creation in our lives
Ain't we grateful
To have these blessings
Ain't we merciful
For the imperfections of a human being
Humanity is imperative
To build a nation
It's not about where you come from
Hear me,dear Lord
It's about the unity with a goal if having a better life
Hear me,Hear my please
Acceptance of people.
Categories:
sessions, africa, appreciation, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
Impressions and Confessions About Sessions
Only complete idiot would leave impressions;
Then also admit and make more confessions;
A Nitwit Natzi,
Doing kammakazi;
Yep you guessed it, has to be Tom Sessions.
Jim Horn
Instead of Sessions what's the use;
Maybe who we really need is Seus.
Categories:
sessions, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick