These cement shoes…
They hold me down.
I’ve got the blues.
It’s not profound.
I do not care.
I’ve paid my dues.
But still, I wear
These cement shoes.
A ball and chain
Holding me back.
I place the blame
On all I lack.
I’m unaware
Of any pain
But still I wear
A ball and chain.
It seems a strange philosophy.
Ignoring all my history.
What won’t cut deep must leave a bruise.
And you can’t run in cement shoes.
I’ve stainless steel
Around each wrist.
Yes, life is real
But hit or miss.
And I just stare.
I cannot feel
Because I wear
This stainless steel.
My cement shoes.
A mortal sin.
I cannot lose
But I can’t win.
It’s so unfair
But that’s old news
For still, I wear
These cement shoes.
City of Wills
Cant say I love you
They say you got to know her
You can't just say she's beautiful
Enjoy the party with your heart in an hour glass
She sings when she talks
The songs of Saturdays and lying on the grass at the park
I love her like a distant horn of a midnight train
She is my heartbeat she is my ghost
The night is forever young and the days are to discover the length of my rope
She is possible in an impossible world
I have wined and dined her I have felt her needs and felt her sorrow
But the joke is on me
Between a foundation and a wheel barrow
If hard work hasn't cemented my soul
Music will provide the power to touch feel and smell her flower
I am a magnet
Love attracts everything love
I am love my love
What a long hot year here,
the cactus are wilting.
Cement is getting soft,
birds in the trees are cooked.
Long hot days with hot nights,
must stop for everyone.
Let It Rain-cool rain now.
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
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
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
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.
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
Closer To Fine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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Cry for the People oh people
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were lighting strikes
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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!
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".
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.
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 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.
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
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