Did I ever mention
that I am always at the Center of Attention
even when I try my best
not be like the rest?
What do others see
in me?
I want to be a ghost
but end up being a host.
It sounds ridiculous
but even when I try to be inconspicious
I am spotted by the spies
with their eagle eyes.
Maybe the only solution
is to jump right into the pollution
and to stay away from the center
and to be as loud
as the rest of the crowd.
Becoming Center of Attention I Must Mention
To others are many things I must mention;
Should never want to be center of attention;
Relax a while,
Should be style,
And in ranks do remove all of the disension.
Jim Horn
The more you emphasize and call attention to
something, the bigger it becomes in your mind.
The more I emphasize the differences the greater
the distance becomes between each one. Should I
take a micro approach centering on one problem,
defect or short coming? Should I take a macro
approach realizing that each micro thing must
exist together with the rest. I am the result of
my total environment. Cultural similarities are
far more important when compared to cultural
differences. What a difference a day does make.
If I had enlisted in USAF a day later or earlier,
and my whole life would be totally different.
Bones of Contention Center of Attention
Bones of contention can be at center of attention;
Often are found to be interesting I must mention;
Never up freeing;
With not agreeing;
They did mix among ranks with much dissension.
Jim Horn
Oh, look at you
Strutting your stuff peacock pretty
Glamor suits you
Let the vapor voices all catch fiddy
Round-the-way girl of every guy pinup dreams,
cyber beauty queen
gone viral
Enter the Soul Train celebrity scene
kicking sultry stream
Stepping red carpet to the stars
Oh, look at you
Looking even better than the girl
I fell in love with
an elementary school lifetime ago
Being the center of attention
became a very comfortable place for you
My shyness was the thing you said
most thrilled you when we first meet
It was the seed that made your no-confidence grow,
my tender timid affection
made you want to reach over the glittering rainbow
It brought you out of your shell,
made you begin to excel
It made your beautiful dove wings
lift you above the crowd
When you went fab cosmopolitan,
it made me feel so proud
You remembered how I said to you,
you were gonna be a star one day
long ago
Oh, look at you ...
my famous beautiful
From afar,
I’m still in love with you
But, this you already know
Center of Attention and Limelight
Makes no difference
What color of limelight was,
Trump is in again.
Center of Attention
Is always his preferred place
Right in the middle.
Limelight may be a bad
color that no one else
prefers except him.
Jim Horn
Small little Molly
Waddles around in the yard
Center attention
Birth of two children changed things
We forgot, Molly!!! Outside!!!
1/4/2015
Contest: Dachshunds
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
sightseeing
and it does not matter
when i see the joy in your eyes
i
am not doing this for me
for i have been here before
instead
i am doing it for you because
you have been through it and you deserve to experience some fun and release
windowshopping
and it set your mind at ease
when he broke your heart, i wanted you to revisit the actual heart of sincerity
you
taught me the reteaching of The Golden Rule
so i decided to shower you with some type if Platinum Treatment
when
self is removed from the spotlight for another to enjoy
the satisfaction is unexpected like a thoughtfully planned surprise party
this
in turn is my way of saying thank you for everything
and i truly appreciate all that you have done for me
believe
me when i express to you that your meaning in and to
my life means more to me than i could ever put into....a poem....
You will always be
You
Love
Lord
An eccentric drama queen or two,
Oh yes indeed, I’ve known a few.
Ex-daughter-in-law comes to mind
The sweetest girl you’d ever find,
But should an ill wind chance to blow
She changed to someone you don’t know.
She threw a fork across the table,
I asked as soon as I was able,
“Why did she aim for you, my son?
What terrible deed is it you’ve done?”
With voice as tired as shredded silk,
“I told our son to drink his milk.”
She grabbed the baby, went outside
And intermittently screamed and cried.
Fearing the neighbors all would hear,
I soothed, “It’s okay, come in dear.”
Thespian to her final breath,
She stayed a drama queen to death.
She left orders to all those she loved.
For three days she must not be moved,
Or she’d come back and cause them pain.
She wanted time to rise again.
Written: 11/6/11
Won a 2nd in the contest
Every word in this is true. I could write volumns.