matching clothes are not for me
I dress like movie stars on Britt Box TV
clothes we like, patterns and colors we love
matching neither, very British, very freeing
The Unseen Warrior
A warrior she, through battles waged unseen
No sword she wields, nor armor bright with flair
But faith her weapon, prayers her guiding sheen
For souls unknown, she lays her own soul bare.
With every breath, a plea ascends on high
For those who wander, lost and far astray
For children born beneath a clouded sky
For those who weep and long for brighter day.
She kneels in silence, heart a steady beat
A shield of love against the world's harsh tide
Her spirit strong, her soul divinely fleet
For every soul, a refuge she provides.
Though unseen, her impact, vast and deep
A silent army, while the world does sleep.
By Christopher Thor Britt (2025)
I am hitchhiking rides to Britt, Iowa this week, and I’m not green.
Fully intend to be named the glorified, brand new 2021 Hobo Queen.
Wish people marked cars like they put hobo symbols on a fence post.
I do not wish to get in with an axe murderer, a most horrible host.
Used to jump in box cars but the rail yards are computerized now.
They have surveillance cameras that count the hairs on each brow.
Live by wits, my hypervigilant ideas keeping me alive, it never fails.
The quickest way to the hoosegow is to get close to one of those rails.
A prissy lady stopped and handed me meat sandwiches yesterday.
She thinks if she wants to get to Jesus land, she somehow has to pay.
Uh-oh. The cops are here to give me a ride to the county line.
Riding rom sheriff’s car to sheriff’s car I should get to Britt just fine.
Let night talk to myself!
By: Johana Britt
I can't sleep my eyes are to bright like the Sun set on the ocean floor. My mind won't rest it's like the unforgivable sea. When it tumbled and moves the floor.As the deep blue sea devours my thoughts on this cool sand. I wonder who I am. What is my next master plan? Who going to be my next victim of despair, and a life time of where I am or what can we plan. Hahaha that's what I do on this sad story land. Of where I am or what can we plan. Make no sense of the word on my life plans. Funny I love to question the one who dare holds my hands. I love to act as if you have never had the master plan. Cause I'm scared of years,and years of experience materials provided by the author of shame and forever hurt in these hands. Do I know this man. No! And what if it's a woman I will never understand. As I look down at my reflection and Laugh cause I know. But I'll sit here and enjoy the view of the words of what I expected. And I won't complain. Just sit here and laugh when I call my name karma,karma,karma is the master plan. It funny to know who I am.
Bury Me Standing
(Finally found the poems I wrote when was 14.)
Britt Bailey was Kentucky born,
Left that state with wrath and scorn
Then he took to politics it's told
With a gun was brash and bold.
Britt and his rival had feuded so
For their guns they both did go
Britt shot man died and ran away
Rode to Texas and there did stay.
John Austin gave to Britt some land
Thinking that Britt was a gentleman
Family came and they settled down
He built the biggest ranch around.
For Judge, Britt had decided to run
Austin's learned by him what was done
And away they tried to take his land
Britt formed a group to take a stand.
Britt bravely made vow and this did say,
"On day when I die I will never lay;"
John shot Britt who had grasped a tree
Slowly died standing there would he.
So buried standing he still must be
Green light in shadow you can see
And often ground rumbles for a spell
Britt's been target practicing in hell.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
I was 14 in the ninth grade when I
wrote this a year before my dad died.
Rising early to seek the Lord, while he may be found
I take a breath to cleanse my heart while the world keeps spinning ‘round
As the sun peaks o’er the edge to wake from thoughtful sleep
I find my own thoughts leaning to, and plunge in waters deep
I think about the hands of God; the wounds he took for me
The weight of that heavy cross he bore to set me free
I think of his strong and sure embrace to comfort when I’m down
How those hands lift me up and turn my every frown
When sickness rears its ugly head, His hands are there to heal
I know He’s with me when I pray, hands touch me when I kneel
His hands are there to point the way; they’ve guided all along
His hands, like a father should, correct me when I’m wrong
When my very world is shaking, I know that Heaven stands
When my anxious heart is breaking, I’ll not let go His hands.
By Christopher Thor Britt and Lucy Gutierrez Matos - 2014
Motif: Spirituality
A Collaboration
A day of angry words and pain ends as it began with
Not a thought for what lay in between
The fading light of memory burns away in heavens flames
As the sun races 'yond to dream unseen
I turn a cheek full of regret and slowly make my way
Down a path where little comfort e’er I’ll find
To tarry long there on would find me sleeping all alone
To hurry on may leave my pride behind
In silence, I surrender to this battle deep inside
Though struggles lost and won come back around
Peace. Is it found, or made…or something in between?
It must be mine before the sun goes down
Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Philosophical
Barely is each man alive
Before Death comes to claim his bride
Thus betrothed we must abide
Less willing, the groom to meet
He feigns to court us from the rift
Of time and space, and sends us gifts
War and plague and violent shifts
A harvest soon to reap
When the endless night does come
Our life upon this world be done
There is no place, a soul can run
Our maker soon will meet
If we die before we wake
And find we've made a grave mistake
Prayers, too little and much too late
May find deaf ears to boot
But, if we wake before we die
Remove the blinders from each eye
We may just find that Death’s a lie
And live to see the truth
(My own "Thanitopsis")
Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Philosophical and Spiritual
Is a person that u grew up with,
they do things together, sister are
fun to have in life they keep u
company and be a role model for
the other sister,I have two sisters on
my life they are Britt and Janice they
have been there for me when
nobody else was they have brought
me out of depression and they
make so happy we all get along
great, so if u have a sister in life tell
her I love u and thank u for being
the sister I want and God blessed u
for being my sister. Kelly Ann
nichols
Is a person that u grew up with,
they do things together, sister are
fun to have in life they keep u
company and be a role model for
the other sister,I have two sisters on
my life they are Britt and Janice they
have been there for me when
nobody else was they have brought
me out of depression and they
make so happy we all get along
great, so if u have a sister in life tell
her I love u and thank u for being
the sister I want and God blessed u
for being my sister
I troll downstream; drop anchor and wait
To seize the day with just the right bait
I feel my first hit, a pulse one can’t see
Though anxious, I wait patiently
For opportunity to bite and run
In the struggle, break free and
Reach for the sun
Feeling alive with vision true
I see the shimmer. I glimpse a view
Tension mounts. To the challenge, I rise
Reeling and reeling, and then I surmise
This quarry requires less drag and more
line
Fighting, more fighting
I give it more time
At last, there before me, a beautiful sight
A trophy for certain...I hope that I’m right
An angler I’m not, but today I’m a king
If only I can carefully boat this thing
Then I heard a loud wail with the fish still a
stream
My alarm clock announced that
It all was a dream
~Christopher Thor Britt
(2014)
I see you fair in memory’s sweet abode
‘tis truly there with you I long to be
To touch again ‘fore daydream walls erode
Thy lips of red, o passion, mine to thee
In passion do I feel the tempest rise
Rise to meet the moonlight’s sweet caress
To see myself in love there in your eyes
And in thy garden dare to find me rest
O damn the world that holds this body bound
N’er content, my spirit yearns to search the wind
‘tis there in sweet repose my love is found
And there I long to be with you again
For in fair memory’s eye no care there be
And to thy heart, mine own, I’d give to thee
Christopher Thor Britt
(Motif: Romantic)
If your burdens have you down and
You feel you’ve lost your way, you
Need not wander life along
A path that aimless strays
Friend to friend, you’re not alone
I’m here, and will abide
Sailing through the storms of woe
Right beside you, I will guide
Behind you, in your sails I’ll blow
Like the wind that carries you on
A new horizon will be your map to
Bridge the great beyond
Over the side, in faith you’ll step on the
Troubled and shifting tide
Water will roil and fear may call, but
I am here, and will abide
Will you trust and walk with me?
Ease in and you may find
Your faith will grow upon each step and
Mind the test of time
Christopher Thor Britt (2/11/2014)
In whispered silence two hearts run in league
Reluctant each to raise the wakeful mist
By mantle of night and moonlight’s sweet mystique
While forbidden fate hides a lovers’ tryst
The moon espies what hides in gentile guise
Though fate forbid a love one can’t resist
To live, to love and chance a heart’s demise
While dreams hearken to this lovers’ tryst
Bright moon, stand fast! Pray, ‘yond dawn, be stayed!
For Juliet, knowing well they’ll e’er desist
Wills not this blessèd night be here waylaid
For fear this dream remain a lovers’ tryst
Her surrendered heart belongs to Montague
The ‘morn will show if his own love be true
Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Romantic
Shared dreams and shadows of what will never falter
Rise to the heavens on the celestial steam from
A morning cup of sunshine
We hope and believe and choose to see
Through rose colored glasses as we nibble from
The same sweet pastry
Our matching lattes keep us company as
Time slips by and the world goes on before us
Around us, in spite of us
The morning is past and the sun flies high
Though we are shaded by the immovable
Unchanging tide of being
Though morning wanes, the day must wait
While yet one drop, one smile remains to feed
This fervent vision
Steam will abate and our cups may grow lighter but
There is nothing lost, nothing that a little more time and
A few dollars can’t refill.
~Christopher Thor Britt
Contest: Cafe Musings
1/27/2014
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