Best St James Poems
What Jesus Means To Me
This poem is based on sermon by Father Dave Davis,
Rector of St. James Episcopal Church, Shallotte, NC
on March 22, 2015. Gospel for Day was John 12:20-23.
Maybe they might put my poem on their website.
What Jesus Means To Me
Who is this Jesus supposed to be?
What should He really mean to me?
Of course, He is our Lord and Savior
And want to find myself in His favor.
There are things that I do not deny
Want Jesus to be a nice, great guy
Being available and also convenient
And like Him best when He is lenient.
What is it that we want Jesus to do?
Be nice and make dreams come true;
Answer prayers each and every one;
When He's around have a lot of fun.
Have Jesus help me grow and grow
And where it is I might have to go
Be with me up until my dying day
To heaven be sure to take me away.
Do I have to be much more direct?
What is it I am supposed to expect?
From Jesus but know that I am glad
His big job to do I never, ever had.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and
Member of Board of Vestry
and 2d Helpings Program
Thing About It for a While
St. James is determined to be demanding
Resulting in a mysterious misunderstanding;
At Midway and Two Eleven much wind blows;
Have heard there won't be the likes of Lowes.
Also, is some news about an elegant story
Resulting from the presence of a crematory
And on my patience is now wearing thin;
Were people in St James really dying to get in?
Two Eleven and Midway are a combined, central hub;
They need a place there to read poems at a pub
But St. James have supporters who are staunch
Like buying up Brunswick County carte blanche'.
Then time after time and question after question
Having a major seaport is an outsider's obsession
Who in the area does not and prefers not to live
And up anything will never have to give.
Now that Southport had their day in court,
Why should some outsider want to sell them short?
Not only that, many fine tourists it will bring
After they may install more then one swing.
So try to think about it for a while;
Southport sure has such a lovely lifestyle
But meanwhile for present which is now
I am sure Southport will get by somehow.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Bolivia, NC
RiverSea Plantation
Bring Relief
When there are so many mouths to feed
Missionaries and Deacons we do need
With so much energy, they do express
We must try to straighten out this mess
Unless you had a change of heart
Saturday at St. James we should start
A "Crazy Christians" discussion group
About its meaning along with latest poop
She sure is so great at public speaking
Deacon Jean we are always seeking
She reads God's gospel from church's center
As into us God's spirit will always enter
This message was meant for you my friend
And another one of my emails I shall send
Which may be so simple and very brief
God said, "Your religion should bring relief."
James Serious Mysterious Horn
37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” NIV.
Two Great Commandments
We must praise God with our total being;
With newfound faith in Him are believing;
Yourself forget;
In neighbors let;
Help those in need who will be grieving.
Jim Horn
St. James Episcopal Church
Shallotte, NC
lord 127 End Rhymes
One-syllable rhymes
board
bored
chord
cord
cored
cured
fiord
fjord
floored
ford
gored
gourd
gourde
hoard
hord
horde
lord
moored
oared
pored
poured
roared
scored
shored
snored
soared
stored
sword
toured
ward
warred
whored
Two-syllable rhymes
abhorred
aboard
accord
adored
afford
award
backboard
baseboard
billboard
blackboard
breadboard
broadsword
buckboard
cardboard
chalkboard
chessboard
chipboard
clipboard
concord
contoured
corkboard
dashboard
deplored
discord
duckboard
explored
floorboard
footboard
freeboard
hardboard
headboard
highboard
ignored
implored
inboard
keyboard
landlord
lapboard
moldboard
outboard
outscored
pasteboard
pegboard
prescored
rancored
record
restored
reward
scoreboard
seaboard
shipboard
sideboard
signboard
skateboard
slumlord
soundboard
springboard
surfboard
switchboard
tagboard
toward
uncured
wallboard
warlord
washboard
whipcord
Three-syllable rhymes
aboveboard
centerboard
checkerboard
clavichord
coinsured
fiberboard
fingerboard
harpsichord
mortarboard
notochord
overboard
overlord
paperboard
pinafored
plasterboard
pompadoured
prerecord
reassured
shuffleboard
smorgasbord
stevedored
underscored
unexplored
unrestored
untoward
weatherboard
?Time We Are Always Wasting
Do you think that I would be teasing;
God brings bright minds together for a reason
Not just to be passed up or simply ignored
But our magnificent minds be further explored.
Much more further analysis we will need
Compare the Apostles with Nicene Creed
When I thought about and did further peruse
Which one would be the very best to use.
Of many songs which shall we sin today
Should I close my eyes when I begin to pray?
Or both of my eyes on others must be gluing
So I can see and understand what they are doing.
Why should to myself all of my poems I keep
On all of my poems lie down on and then sleep
Yet still be responsible person I am being
With great ideas well worth hearing and seeing.
Before I press on or present you with the rest
Must admit by God I have been greatly blessed
Instead of me taking a pounding and a pasting
We better get busy and our time is a wasting.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
and Member of St. James Vestry
The Organ and the Flame - St James Anglican Cathedral, Toronto
The organist, practicing,
and I are alone;
unseen by one other.
The pews tremble.
The vast volume of air vibrates with each note.
The morning sun illuminates
the works of mercy in brilliant colours.
Brass and marble plaques adorn the solid stone walls
proclaiming magnificent deeds, selfless sacrifice, pitifully young lives ended.
My heart,
my consciousness,
my spirit,
(Dare I say my soul?)
are awakened.
A bank of glowing candles beckons.
As the organ reaches a crescendo
the tiny flames flicker in time
and I am revived.
Read My Poems Will Not Wait
Put poems in church newsletter, I certainly do dare
All poets say mine have become beyond compare
Can constantly forever hold you in suspense
Give in by reading poems and be one that relents.
My great poems have often been read out loud
Other poets with ability know that I am endowed
Even if going gets tough my poems must read
To fulfill numerous desires along with each need.
By God have been blessed with an extraordinary ability
To write verse well invariably in form of a soliloquy
When rationally trying to find rhyme and reason
They are both in my poems during any season.
God immediately helps me and He will not wait
And my moving reflux reaction is to regurgitate
Words up that at a time or two I was dreaming
More smoothly flowing while they were streaming.
Some say you like literally being a literary scholar
Maybe what you should do is to give Horn a holler
In church newsletter begin and start to advertise
Horn's poems which would be word to the wise.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
And Adjunct to the St. James Episcopal junk
Along with cleaning up tarnished landscape
Which to some is a sour grape.
April 17th, 4th Day of Easter Psalm 23; Gospel: John 10:22-30
St. James Episcopal Church, Shallotte, NC.
At Church Next Sunday
There are only a few who I ever knew
Of course, none could compare with you
From heaven by God had been escorted
Near and next to me were transported.
Each time by me you were often seen
Things seemed so quiet and also serene
With all my anxiousness I anticipated
Your presence you daily demonstrated.
Here it is another Sunday morning again
Certainly go to church I always do intend
Great songs and sermon are sure to hear
Knowing that my Savior is close and near.
With great singing my ears you would fill
To me, each sound sure was such a thrill
And after home again we both did return
Hear you at church next Sunday I do yearn.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Soldier and Poet
Member of Board of Vestry
Church Vestry Meeting Horn Haiku
I am the vestry member in charge
of the church exterior and landscaping.
They requested a presentation from
each vestry member. This is mine so
I can print it out and also email. It
does not rhyme, is in 5-7-5 format
and has no punctuation.
should see piece of trash (5)
be sure that you pick it up (7)
And not a woman (5)
be nice and not mean
try and keep your nice church clean
such a pretty scene
our church should be safe
sane secure free from all harm
hear (or here) a great sermon
take your wife to church
wonderful choir member
who has a great voice
bring prayer book home
you can read gospel again
as a reminder none
then you should next month
if vestry member do meet
try to stay awake
Now for my background check
not necessarily for a weapon.
I used to work at local Home Depot
in the garden section. A previous
vestry member worked down the
street from me. He was leaving
St. James and needed a replacement.
Yep. You guessed it. Here I am
none other than James Thesarious
Hilarious Horn. I have already
provided everyone with pictures
of the church and a map. This
all sounds perfectly clear to me.
Lastly, I am a poet and now number
12 out of over 30,000 poets. If you
don't believe me go to
www.poetrysoup.com
and check me out.
Senior Center Going
Senior Senior going is always well worth
Greatest in Brunswick County and on earth
When things you want to find a place to do
And about them curiosity grew and grew.
Many things your mind, they try to occupy
Right up to the very day which you will die
Can rely on them for whatever you need
Can find coffee there and food to feed.
Had heard you are starting a poetry group
All around the town are starting to snoop
To see what all the people's interests are
And to go on this subject just how far.
I am available any time for you to reach
And this I do beckon and also beseech
If you think this subject is worthwhile
Either send me an email or you can dial.
I am on St James Board of Vestry and 2D
Helpings delivering food to you on Thursday.
James Thomas Horn, 74,
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
[email protected]
www.poetrysoup.com
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Yesterday Was Transfiguration Sunday
Did you know that there are three heavens?
Was at St. James Episcopal, Shallotte, NC
listening to sermon yesterday.
Father Bob Hobgood said that we might,
Be awakened by God in middle of night;
Poems will appear,
So nice and near;
With ideas and thoughts did have a flight.
When I awoke in the middle of the night,
Of poems would appear their very sight;
After I adulated,
Poems created;
Did start writing down with pure delight.
Beneath roof of barn in cradle Jesus lays,
While outside in field flock of sheep graze;
No longer a slave,
Our praise we gave,
All things about our Jesus truly did amaze.
Remember time there was a transfiguration,
And in every nation had been much elation;
Light grew and grew;
Was Jesus we knew;
We ended up with an incredible celebration.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
For Love of Lynott not Pete
(Stephanie and Bob Lynott are my neighbors.
We also go to St. James Episcopal in Shallotte, NC.)
What God intended for both you and me
Is place for people always being neighborly
Which we have found to be here at RiverSea
In such a friendly and not stuck up society.
They say playing cards and any other game
Will never again ever possibly be the same
Until at Clubhouse games were all played
After plans by Stephanie have been made.
She seems to have a handle on everything
Sits in back of church and does not sing
Should hear her husband sing a harsh tenor
Said to be enough to scare away any sinner.
So why not before our weather is now hot
Start loving and appreciating each Lynott
Can't come to conclusion or reach an accord
Bob for quite a while has been on our board.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Dying Is Horrifying
Has been sad to me;
Dying is horrifying;
Will never forget.
My wife Jill is in intensive care right now
under sedation. Sunday morning she had
shortness of breath. An aide car came out
and gave her oxygen and she started to
get better. They said to take her to the
Emergency Room at Novant Hospital in
Bolivia, NC. She was admitted to stay
overnight for a check up. The next day
in the morning she received a call from
Stephanie Lynott then was visited by
the Jones's who had dropped by. She
received an email on her cell phone
of the choir singing Sunday on January
27, 2019 at St. James Episcopal. At
around noon yesterday she had more
severe breathing problems. They had
diagnosed her as having Pneumonia
and fluid on the lungs. The put her
on a ventilator but that did not solve
the problem. She is now in ICU and
they have put a trachea in her throat
and inserted some other things in her
throat. Needless to say, I am scared
as hell and have been crying and
really upset. She is under sedation
right now and won't be coming out
of it until about eight am. I cried
myself to sleep at around nine last
night. I awoke at midnight thinking
that I was hearing Jill calling me.
Shawn just had his 50th Birthday
on January 24th. I am afraid to call
him. I am driving over at eight AM
to see her again. She is supposed
to start coming out of it by then
and I should be able to talk to her
hopefully. This is the latest and will
keep you updated. Dr. Doran is
her doctor. There is a Doran Garage
in Shallotte, NC but she is not related
and is here from New York State.
I still am afraid to call Shawn.
Love,
Jim Horn
Should Have Seen
You should have seen what I saw;
Looked just like my mother in law;
Had been devoted;
Body badly bloated;
She called me a turkey in the straw.
Jim Horn
Think Turkey in the Straw is a dance.
Holy Rollers In A Row
What I saw was Holy Rollers in a row;
Could always tell by way faces glow;
They Have held on,
Until communion gone;
Episcopalian Priests are always a pro.
Jim Horn
Horn Haiku for New Year
Be at later date,
When Horn haiku has been formed,
While you are waiting.
Jim Horn
Some words to use for poems.
Vivacious, courageous, gracious.
Confusing, choosing, amusing.
Rudimentary, complimentary, pecuniary
Habitant, penitent, compliment.
Exceed, stampede, recede.
Complacent, eloquent, competent
Irefuted, diluted, muted and recruited.
Provoking, joking, poking. invoking.
Hesistant, consistant, resistant.
Bestowed, glowed, bowed
Contested, rested, suggested.
Loss, moss, toss.
Denied, shied, cried.
Facts, detracts, lacks.
Cathartic, lethargic, tragic
Rocket, sock it, locket
Love we will want is wide and broad,
Made exactly for us and not a fraud;
Answer know;
To God do go;
To Him we must pray to and in laud.
Jim Horn
He is definitely deeply in my prayers,
For all of us we know that God cares;
Do start to play,
More each day;
He will always free us from all despair.
Wrote this especially for Jon Freeman
of St. James.
Garden Golden Glove Award
(Or should that be Globe?)
Just dropping by St. James the Fisherman Church.
There was Father Dave doing all of his usual landscaping
work. He is really incredible. Not only does he help us
grow in God, he even helps the grass and flowers grow.
Terrific guy. Here is the poem I wrote for him. We even
actually need to give him one. That would be another
one of my great ideas. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Father Dave blessed us with beautiful church appearance
Not even needing a military security clearance
Thanks to all of his great efforts we do look forward
To presenting him with Garden Golden Glove Award.
Because of Father Dave's great gardening backing
Not only are we giving him award but also tacking
It up on the wall in the form of a fabulous plaque
After suffering another spiritual Father Dave attack.
(His is way better than a Mac Attack.)
All of this is sure to have an effect which will linger
As garden glove he starts sticking in each finger
Even over St. James from God an anger hovered
Father Dave has landscape issue completely covered.
PS. You need a category for entertaining.