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Cement

In youth, we laughed with a stupid friend, 
Wandering the streets all night without an end. 
Friends are few, time is scarce, now here we are, 
Regretting in sorrow, as we ponder so far.

Life, like a sieve, sifts and selects, 
Those who are soft clay, do not connect. 
In youth, not yet molded like cement clay, 
When grown, like sand, they drift away.

Ugly Cement Gray Howling City Wolves

Ugly cement gray howling city wolves
More dangerous than their county cousins
Tearing families apart with contracts
Filling office workers up with impossible tasks
Tearing heads off colleagues during appointments

Ugly cement gray howling city wolves
Running city blocks to work in tennis shoes
Keeping shiny Florsheim in their desk drawers
a loaded derringer bouncing in their pocket
Incase an indigent asks them for money

Ugly cement gray howling city wolves
In San Francisco, New York, and Chicago
Mobbing, killing, raping the innocents
Not seeing people, no hellos on the street
More dangerous than their country cousins

Bottomless Cement

If I died in a casket,
Will you be my basket?
I’m the bottomless pit
full of so much wit

What if I can fly?
Soaring like a lullaby
I’m this bottomless cement
I weep in mere lament
Like rainfall 
I stand tall
Against woe’s wall and all
Hear me as I call
In appall…but on the ball…
I’m afraid of what lies ahead
I’m afraid of what lies beneath
Let alone what lies within…
But, you’re God-sent…
Why do I cry
And I don’t know why…

When did things go wrong? 
I wonder…
Where you’re at 
Am I but a black bat…
Baffled by bewilderment,
Cradled in the darkness before me?

Sorrow me not
Joy be with me
Let not time rot
For an eternity 

Please .. be . with… me….

Sorrow me not
Joy be with me
Let not time rot
For an eternity 

I’m colliding…
I’m falling away
Into the bottomless pit, I go
So full of wit left to show and glow and grow…
Know you’re unforgotten
In my memories…the forgiven…

But, can’t forget to regret
The things I put you through and yet,
I bet you are a lost soul
Much like me in a sense..

I’ve fallen,
But upon my knees
And again…
You’re not the one to please..
God is

Crusible

KERATIN is extracted from
cows hooves to make to
make foam for fire extinguishers.
............................................

They butchered the shank
to make disks
to serve with beef cheeks.
the wine sauce would be cooked
separate and and made of
wine
chicken feet
thyme
bay leaves
cayenne
carrots
garlic
onions
sun dried tomato's
 3 anchovies


we would need
 15 pounds of cheeks
20 pounds of shanks
6 pounds of chicken feet
( to make chicken stock)

the oniony, tender 
meltingly beefy
goodness of meat
served with vegetables
and creamy mashed potatoes
ah- God 
Mercy on these
people!


The make shift area would be chicken wire two sides
with sand and cement mixed with a cob material
and plastered
to create walls
with a tin overlapping roof.

Bricks and Cement

Laying brick by brick, with stickum in between.
A stone on top of another: dream quest and scene,
erected diligently, with a blueprint at the ready.
Each dot and line progression is sure and steady.

Despite storms, hurdles, and limited funding
With slow but steady aims, slanted rashly cunning,
with optimism, sharing in God's dream design.
Adversity shapes us to strive rather than repine.

God's will is a bunker, so every lesson is a brick
His word is final, and the walls of the friary are thick
Our foundation is the cornerstone of our existence
Lord God, the ruler of men, smooths the essence.

I savor being amazed; trust my full autonomy.
A heart full of hope gives way to honesty.
It's optimistic, soul-strengthening, and simple.
We stir up lies, and our ignorance is sinful.

Our love shrinks our hatred with each pulse.
It's tough to stay aside; must veins convulse?
I'm not sure what they'll do if we meet to shine.
Our passion for each other will be closer to fine.

Written: February 16, 2023

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Of Love

......................Plink:plink:pling!...................?ah doo:ah doo: ah Doo!..........
Colossi of Memnon oh ye ah, the size and eminis and emormous importance.........Oh ye Corcovado hill, The skie speaks to the people......Whoomp:whoomp;whoomp; Whoomb!
Cry for the People oh people
Satan scripts your way.They speak you antisocal, because you knowest not what they speak. Cry oh ye ppeople everyday.The sort though they build walls in skies
were lighting strikes
and Valentines are sweetest together but they wish thee apart, Cry oh ye people Cry!" Plinka:plinka:Plung!


Love is Sweeter together.
Woman I...
Woman I.....
I love you>>>>>>>
Surest as anyone
could love a Woman.
I lovest You!
The skies shall move to bring us together
Oh istest Me!
Woman I love You.....
Moring Glory I cherish thee
Evening Sun The Day between.
Might we marry to be as one
To Cherist most
We love as One.


A man Ask's his Lover to Co-sign for him to purchaase 3-d Printer!
He wishes to start a business with his Machine.
He sang this song to her with an orchestra
hoping it would get her in the Mood for being businessminded!

Tight Miniskirt

A fiercely tight as light garment
You won't spare cruel comment;
To put it on a self torment,
To take it off: you shall lament.

Garment's troubles wearers foment
And the needless pains augment,
Sooner on your waist liniment:
A sweet fashion–imposed ailment
"Just,you watch Laura's face,ferment 
You'd think she's from dad's interment"

Laura's thigh had yelled in the skirt,
Her helpless pelvis rudely hurt
By a skirt like a reply curt
And like The Biggest Sin a dirt...

"I see Laura's Mum's hate cement
Tight miniskirt not a raiment".

Cement Trucks

In the end
it was too slow, afflicted
by either age or illness
or simply distracted,
flew head first
into the eye of a headlight.
Flung contorted, neck bent
back, snapped of life,
it died
clumped on a verge.
Rewound to its first flight,
its brief existence traced
untold scribblings
across time and the space
stretched between
these tall trees.

No record remains.
A full stop is placed
here on this muddy shoulder,
the end to something 
which, only a moment ago,
flickered through the circuits
of a living brain.
It leaves nothing
but a small hole
and progeny
ignorant of history.
Whatever flowering form
that bloomed here
grew in the blind reaches
beyond knowing, no more
than a short awakening
programmed by its kind,
an expendable part fed
into the machinery
through which all life churns.

Chance had my way
intersect this point
and dab thought upon thought
to stem the bleed.
No balm soothes
the wounds
of this crumpled mess.
Cement trucks rumble by
moved by the need
to fill an empty space,
as these words try to do.

Vehement About Dent Caused By Cement

Here is my latest Horn Haiku for you one of a few:

would be a big dent
we were mad and vehement
was caused by cement

all our money spent
down to the very last cent
which we should prevent

wherever we went
message from God had been sent
be sure to repent

when my poem will end
am sure did never offend
to you I shall send

what I will intend
poetry rules had to bend
started a new trend

hand to you extend
all broken fences did mend
then into crowd blend

James Horn
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

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A Head For Fifty Bags of Cement

A head goes for a laborer’s pad,
After losses to friends at card;
Whatever reaches him he’ll guard,  
As life remains unbearably hard.

A head goes ahead to fix a pad
For fifty bags of cement Andrew had;
For making A Final Good out of The Bad
And seeing to still feeding his lad;
If, in the end, very little shall go mad
After first becoming inconsolably  sad …

But, henceforth, no careless imitation of bard
While with Careful Gamblers at card.

Group Nine 280

confussion and frustration
made the task a chore
it favored longety which
at first evaluation
of the work had been ignored
in referance to the group
we were straong and committed
but in labor
we were divided
and uncommitted.
I felt cheap and used
like a man who wished
more attention from his
lover.
I must sort the collected
bunch
to then label and 
make inventory
according to fiber strenght
and stone value
monodisperse silca
and kenaf ramie
Corundum Degelman i
curses these stones
a plie high to the ceiling.
Gneiss Schulte I curse
these men that labor
me in such reeling
Titanium Zirconium
that I must crush the valueless stones
and sort those of vsalue
must i chore
that they are evasive and lazy
that I must labor alone

Dust

I will not weep when I finally bid you farewell
My eyes will be as dry as the sands of the Sahara
as cement under the blazing summer sun
as brittle brown leaves in autumn 
crunching and crumbling under your feet
What purpose would it serve?
Not a single tear I’ve ever shed
has brought back to life
anyone dear to me who is now dead
or converted  scorn to care 
in the hearts of they who have 
harbored hatred for me
or led any I’ve ever loved to return it
I will simply silently and solemnly 
fade away into dust
dispersing in the air
unnoticed

Karmic Cement

The sky hounds are tracking me down 
in the cul-de-sac of social anxiety drive... 
Despite covering my tracks in a hot peppered wind...
sticking the heart into a bowl of burning dice
(to cover the scent of predictability)
they've arrived.to bore their way back into the core 
pick the scab off every weakness
exposing every soul blemish,
(that crippling, iron face of shyness)
that's chased me through the back alleys of life.
The sky hounds have cornered me again 
waving stingers -coming down hard 
like an anvil in the night
getting off on the vibe of 
my twitching mind. 

Years later I'd half-mastered 
all those black lessons from the past
kneaded my heart into a flower
dipped the petals in a whorl of lime.
attracting that swarm of hollow iciness 
then laughed as their stingers snapped
when the wet cement of karma had dried in their minds.

911

From high a silent body fell,
     another...then...another.
Someone's father...someone's
mother...husband...grandpa...
     sister...brother.

They fell into the clouds
     that day
caught by angels on 
     their way.
Can our tears be also
     caught
to cement love what hate
     has wrought?

A cloud of dust, and they
     were gone.
A summer's day, a bitter
     song.
We became those who
     were lost,
brothers, sisters, differences
     tossed.

Now, twenty years along
     the road,
both good and bad have
     been bestowed.
We've learned some things
     from that sad day
we can find each other
     but a smile away.

Set In Cement

The man in a hurry does everything fast
   Make him slow down, his verve will not last
The slowpoke takes his time, he's in no special rush
   Tell him 'Speed up,' and his spirit you'll crush

Man's nature early on, in cement is set
   Nothing will change it, not even a threat

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