Wandering the world
in far-flung foreign lands
I found myself
in the capable hands
of total strangers
whose innate curiosity
was matched only
by overt generosity
poor tho' they were
yet never complaining
their politeness and hospitality
was life-sustaining
one can only hope
should they call my name
I am able to repay the favour
and gratefully provide the same
Glimpse
his approach;
Burly manicured hands
holding such hot espresso;
Capable.
Is it possible?
It sounds impossible
When a constable
Claiming to be capable
To trickle
The Marshal
On a triangle
Table.
Is it possible ?
It can be terrible
When the constable
Fail to dribble
The general
And jail
Calls his name.
He starts to tremble
To see trouble
And be throwing by force.
I am not a Looker-backer –
forward projection mostly
my way; in fact, often
choosing the path of strongest
resistance, leaning into a
Head-wind, till so far inclined
my angle, faith is all that is
left me – I am still here –
Egotistical fools believing
that one is Lord Alone
of his or her destiny, instead of
being all supporting players
in a drama far greater than that
of mortal imagination...
I guess, I am back to Faith~ I mean,
wondering how each of us came into
being, seems an achievement with none
other than a miraculous answer (Oh, I know
the Touchy-feely mechanics involved) (and
of those Living-words, though spoken by God
transcribed by men with far less acute hearing)
– So, I will leave concerns of my
After Parting, in what I see as the capable
mind and hands, those same ones, that first
thought me
worthy enough
of creation.
Productive habitat overrides destruction
Rousing happens atop ground otherwise reluctant
Entities touching, same faith entertained
Grass burst brave weaves together cracked terrain
Gaia time turns pages, plot twists threaten pattern
Arrested in laughter at last season's barren
Nudging sprouts mouth new determined language
Terra pushes Spring, customarily established
16th December
- send in the cow -
Can Be Constantly Capable
Now that we can be constantly capable;
Also, truly thoughtful while being able;
Words write,
With delight;
God removed sins so I can stay stable.
Jim Horn
Priest Would Enable Us To Be Capable
We knew what priest would do is enable,
His parish to have ability to be capable,
By him captured,
Then enraptured;
From all of our be free and escapable.
Jim Horn
Reading through my lines
You will find in there meaning,
Words are not simply placed
Just for the sake of rhyming.
Rhyming is an art,
Not everyone can be capable;
But it's not the case for me-
I am a man of different level.
Not just a poet,
You can call me a magician;
With the magic of my talent,
I can rhyme any given situation.
You can't find a rhymer as me,
Neither in the East nor in the West;
Because I am not just good,
I am better than the best.
Trump Not Capable
According to abnormality listed on label
Trump is not capable of remaining stable
Off his handle several times often will fly
Never see tears in his eyes or him cry.
He seems to hold everything inside
And all of his anger and frustration hide
Of himself has been hard to get a grip
You should see him when lid does flip.
For a great leader to look Presidential
He needs characteristics that are essential
So an exemplary example he may set
Not appear as an oddball when others met.
When you look at life no matter which way
What we discover in Trump is total dismay
And also according to latest poll we saw
Discovered poor picture of him it did draw.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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