Best So Long Poems
~I Long ForYou~
In this star-studded autumnal, late, still night.
The red, cinnamon candle burns as my soul, so bright.
The room, a forest, of most sensual you.
With rainbowed walls, that enhance our bodies, too!
How I utterly desire your soft, olive skin.
And deep eyes that so hotly draw me in.
Picture us, lost in love’s deep, aquamarine sea.
An aqueous, sensuous, fairy dream of you and me.
We can flow with moonlit,synergistic clouds
Magically, fearlessly, saying… I want you, out loud!
The loving, lace curtains flow gently, the winds on our lovers’ backs.
For there is no tomorrow, when there is nothing in the world lovers lack!
Blow your warm, rose scented blossoms on my pounding chest.
You are my forever treasure, for in loving you, life is truly the best!
9/16/2022
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You say you like to ride in my pick-up truck,
to sing karaoke, and drink some beers,
but how can you say country music sucks,
when your rappin' nearly burns my ears,
Well, you can think and say, but by the way,
I'm also gonna speak my mind,
'cause country music is what I'll sing 'n' play,
if you don't like it, kiss my behind,
And you don't have to stand in line,
to kiss where the sun don't shine,
good country music, to me, sounds fine,
but your yappin' rappin' just ain't my kind,
Yea, I'm a country boy, deep to the core,
if you can't tell by now, you're blind,
and like I've said many times before
that crap in rappin' just ain't my kind,
I know you don't like my snake skin boots,
though my cowboy hat you say is fine,
but cowboy boots are part of my country roots,
since way back, a long long time,
Yea, you don't have to stand in line,
to kiss where the sun don't shine,
good country music, to me, sounds fine,
but your yappin' rappin' just ain't my kind,
Yea, you don't have to stand in line,
to kiss where the sun won't shine,
and if my boots don't turn you on,
then I reckon you'd best get gone,
So hello, good-bye, so long,
But, before you go, If you don't mind,
leave a kiss where the sun don't shine,
since country music doesn't turn you on,
and my snake skin boots don't turn you on,
Yea, I reckon, you'd best get gone.
So hello, Good-bye, So Long.
I have died so long ago.
The pieces of my bones were buried in Sheol.
It was so dark where I lay now.
My flesh is rotten and almost gone.
I have lived once in this world,
Where a loving family I was involved.
A dearest mom who loved me so,
Loving siblings I treasured most!
I'm a free-spirited young lady.
I love to entertain the world,
Wind hums as I hit the notes.
The nature became my hidden world.
I was once a fruit in a tree.
Until one day, a harvester picked me.
Still unripe, too young and fresh.
He stole my innocence.
Too many years past and my seed grew.
I have started bearring fruits.
But the harvester did not content,
He pulled me out from where I'd been.
He murdered me on one darkest night.
Then buried me beneath the ground.
I'm so helpless, no voice to shout!
My breath is counting one by one.
Until I surrendered the last air in my lungs.
I have died so long ago.
This girl that you used to know,
Isn't the one who writes a poem.
She had died so long ago.
She walks every night to find her home.
Not so long ago beneath a bright blue summer’s sky
There your eyes met mine how wondrous was the sight;
We walked together hand-in-hand long into the night.
Not so long ago I held you firmly in my arms
That we should never part or you wander from my side;
We promised then our love to share never more to hide.
Not so long ago in a hostile foreign land
I held your picture tight, and kissed your lovely face;
I wondered how you spent your day, longing for your embrace.
Not so long ago I heard your familiar, lovely voice
Though we couldn’t touch I wiped away your tears;
I’ll be home before you’ll know it to quiet all your fears.
Not so long ago you found me standing in a crowd
There our love embraced and never to let go;
I cherished every single moment more than you should know.
Not so long ago I watched the autumn’s setting sun
With shadows growing long and hours passing by
We tasted love’s sweetest nectar, and sorrow’s bitter cry.
Not so long ago beneath a bright blue summer’s sky
There your eyes met mine how wondrous was the sight;
We walked together hand-in-hand long into the night.
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5/10/19
"So Long As"
Came a long way from being a rook
They're about to forsook
Scared to take a look
Competition shook
Not ready for what I'm about to cook
Can't find it in any book
Everything is what it took
By the end, you'll be hooked
It's already afoot
Up around a brook
In a certain nook
Is where I put
Each foot
Atop miles of soot
Better start knowing
It's been ongoing
Showing
No signs of slowing
So long as waters are flowing
The moon is glowing
And life continues growing
If need be, I'll make them regret what they did and said
Wasn't surprised, because the thought crossed my head
Tried to leave me dead
So they could get ahead
I kept seeing red
Which was not just from when I bled
Focused on getting some bread
Gaining tread
And staying fed
Then I sped
Around straightaways and bends
Barely seeing my friends
Instead trying to live more on the edge
Before I'm on all the these meds
And near the end
Doesn't matter if I do, or don't get any cred
My God your road seems so long;
What I did do is sing Him a song;
Sins confess;
He will bless;
In Your arms know that I belong.
Jim Horn
Poetry is breathing out
graces of the heart;
for unlike other writing,
such exhalation
transcends words:
whether scented with sulfur
or mint de jour
poetry is the soul’s lure
dangling immortality--
We are tempted to the brink;
whether dreadful fall
or bottomless sink
next step is uncontrollable:
rhyme with time
or proses with glows,
the shell broken
serpents and birds alike
released—poetry a feast
of both our demons
and saints--
So...with pen and pad
we come to the table;
some fable some truth
with manic greed
we plate all obsessions
imbibe the fatal drink;
not a writer dare blink--
both God and the Devil
transfixed, they are watching,
prolonging to eternal
some final call--
so long as the poet
amuses them all….
A Cold December Night so Long Ago
‘twas on a cold December night
so long ago, a star shown bright,
and in the heavens, anthems rang
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
There in a manger on the hay
a new born child so softly lay
as shepherds watched and town bells clang;
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
A gift of God this gentle child
of humble birth so meek and mild
to save mankind, our sins defang;
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
In rev’rence now we laud this birth
when Son of Man was sent to earth
to free the world from dreadful pang;
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
Our souls washed clean, our conscience clear,
and so we celebrate each year
that winter night when anthems rang
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
November 28, 2019
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She helped him lift his case out of the boot
a veil of sadness crept across her face,
her arms wrapped round his waist, he followed suit
a lingering kiss topped off their long embrace.
Reluctantly she came down from tiptoe,
her fake smile betrayed by honest eyes,
his one step back signalled it's time to go,
the nod she gave the simplest of replies.
Their parting haunted me all through the day,
her sorrow mixed with an intense desire
the fierceness in them as they hugged that way
for this was more than love, this was like fire.
Something occurred to me since there I sat
I think I can remember love like that
(* Note- The boot of a car in England is known as the 'Trunk' in other countries)
My new best friend was Sammy Snail
I found him slithering in my pail
I tried to keep him without fail
But from my pail he did abseil!
Our kitchen wall he tried to scale
Dad took him out, I start to wail
my little face it turned quite pale
I really miss dear Sammy Snail
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04/10/21
Poor Sacagawea we will no longer see.
She was replaced by the “Father of our Country”.
Just like predecessor Susan B. Anthony,
Sac’s image is no longer on our money.
Some presidents are there now. You have bid adieu.
You carried your papoose on the front in plain view.
Before the dollar coin, we knew nothing about you.
It seems women are done no justice by the Mint.
As was Sue, your presence was less than permanent.
You can only wish for something for so long and then after awhile that wish is no longer a wish its a dream. Dont you be holding back your love because in the end your gonna want another round.
True comedic talent was something nobody could deny.
I thought he did a marvelous portrayal of “Popeye”.
However, Mork from Ork has gone and said goodbye.
Your long-time friend is no longer around, Mindy.
He had a true gift of acting and comedy.
The man took his own life, and is now part of history.
This world may not have been good enough for one as he.
My very best to you old friend
As you venture on your way
I hope you find your place with God
And we meet again one day
You’ve been more than a friend to me
A father figure too
I hope you did not suffer friend
I pray the best for you
Be not so worried of your wife
Your kids are there and strong
Even though she’s crying now
We hope it won’t be long
Look down on us from time to time
We could use you as our guide
My very best to you old friend
I know you’ve reached His side
O’er Newfoundland just one more time
Look on it then, with cheer
We smile just to know you’re there
As we smile, too, to feel you here