Know the stakes before the show.
Risk all; let it go!
Courageously make that climb
Bring your Spark in time.
Life is much more than a walk,
A picnic or a jog in the park
There's a Duty-Call from Above.
It's simply just to fall-in-love
With Truth, life and to trust.
It's The Essence; the core to the crust
"But I don't understand!" you say
"What would be the cost to pay?"
With just a glimpse of happiness in you
Authenticity: be faithful and true,
Like fireworks bursting in air
Reveals The Essence: That we care!
Life and changes are hard.
But Fight regrets and fear retard.
Be on an expert and responsible team
Persevering, sharing God's dream
Like a child inquisitive,
Learning, initiating and sensitive.
The Essence is also like a mother
Jumping up to help another,
Being sweet, kind and genuinely YOU,
Making others better too,
Bringing out the Best, no doubt
With no time to "chicken-out"!
So, live in the Essence
By your heart, in every sense,
Sophisticated, elaborate and extravagant!
Covering over us God's Love is bent.
You will see a new and better plan,
If only to be still and listen, you can?
Seizing each moment to be kind,
Listen, empathy employ, hear her words,
Appreciate small yet enormous signs,
Respond yet not overwhelm,
Cements our being valentines!
Just hearing her breathing,
Comforts, loneliness resigns,
Kindly searching deeds, acting wisely,
With Hashem’s aid yields love genuine!
Receive ruminations, attend expressions,
Kindles cupid, life as a couple sublime,
Despite turbulent exceptions we eschew,
Renew kindly favor time after time,
Sensitive antennae align the benign,
Middos Tov, being a Mensch,
Grow a good eye that culls the fine,
Delving with heart into her druthers is song,
To courage not chicken out align,
Surrender poetry not “Poultry in Motion!”
Poetry notebook in my jittery hand, I vacillate
what if she finds it dull… obtuse…
beneath her... culturally insensitive?
What if she laughs at its pathos,
groans at its length,
smirks at its earnestness?
As I begin to falter, I ask myself
(denying all the aching echoes of indifference)
how much could it possibly hurt if she doesn't like it?
Could I ever forgive myself if I chicken out?
As my internal arguments fire torpedoes at each other,
she begins to walk away.
Incensed at my cowardice, I detect a gravitational pull
impelled by the bonfire of urgency
lit by a lightning bolt of past meltdowns
I take a step of infinite unknowingness, and clear my throat
"Hi, I'm in your writing class…
might I ask for a brief moment of your time?"
...silence.
She glances at my poem, then stares into my eyes -
stretched between two souls is an imaginary tightrope
leveling her balancing pole, she slowly smiles…
"I thought you'd never ask"
written 15 Mar 2022
For the first time,
I remembered my kids with pain,
when the bullets on metals ping,
as death was approaching with its sting.
My enemies,
they were determined,
and so was I,
three minutes was the time we had,
to leave someone with no head.
I fired one short,
just to warm my barrel,
for a cold one make a round stray,
leaving one on the plain as a prey,
with no hope but only words to pray.
Standing with my Ak47,
faith was my only fort,
no time to chicken out,
but to focus and employ my training,
then I slowly aimed my machine,
and yes, rounds went out marching,
taking them down one at a time,
but not all of them were wasted,
just when I was ready to seat and relax,
one of them wobbled up,
damn I had to take up my gun again.
Trump Chicken Out of Debate
Will we have to wait
Trump chicken out of debate
Further educate.
Jim Horn
Trump for Contempt Horn Haiku
Should Trump we pre-empt?
Or for everything exempt;
Jail him for contempt.
So what do you think?
Can he remove every kink
We end down the sink.
Lost cause he had been
Eaten up in lion's den;
Thank God and Amen.
Jim Horn
http://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow/watch/will-donald-trump-chicken-out-of-debates-736382531719?cid=eml_mra_20160802
You are my enemy-
the worst of your kind--
You push away people;
You chicken out.
You make fun and laugh
at things you shouldn’t.
You think horrible things
And silently you are truly afraid.
“Run, run!” I say-
Hide from all.
Your friends think you are kind, sweet and innocent.
Only I know your truth—
Because; dear enemy,
I am you.
Someone once told me when I was afraid to show who I really was,
“To be not afraid of greatness, some are born great, some achieve great, and
some just have greatness thrust upon them,” Everyone is special, It’s whether
you choose to show your beauty,
Or keep it within yourself and let it drift away with your wondrous spirit.
It’s whether you say yes, or no.
It’s whether you take a challenge, or chicken out.
It’s whether your braver then the blind and cowardly.
It’s whether you stand up for yourself, or let your confidence fly away with your
happiness.
It’s whether you’re as strong as the wise or as scared as the bird that fly’s away
as someone walks toward it.
It’s whether you can stand up in front of the world and yell, “I am beautiful”, or
stand in the corner and hide like the rest of us.
When you look at me, I can tell,
You like me, as much as I like you.
I would never hurt you, You say that you will never hurt me.
We've told each other time and again,
All we want is someone who we can trust, Who understands.
You don't know this but your on my mind, More than you realize,
I imagine what it's like to kiss you, How much I have been tempted too,
But I always chicken out.
I love talking to you, You always make me laugh
When I'm feeling down, You raise me up.
The goose cranes its neck in time to see egrets and cranes
chicken out from a furious fight over seeds and grains
against a rooster that fails to duck a crowbar blow
coming from an interfering, pro-egret, coward crow;
the hen cackles mad at such treachery, such foul play,
the crow's goose is cooked as she pecks her way into the fray,
she whacks him black and blue, she slaps him hard and good,
he flaps away, the henpecked crow of the neighborhood;
and when at last the noise and dust and feathers settle down,
it's clear to see who truly owns the barn battle crown,
not the limping rooster cast in plaster, it turns out,
but the hen with much to crow and be cocky about !
C'mon, man, just smile and walk up to her,
don't be shy, you're now a grownup,
Bounce up a happy tune, be cool as a cat,
Surely, everything's gonna brighten up.
Don't you chicken out now, she's there,
so you better be there, don't hesitate,
If she smiles like she likes you too,
then, old boy, you're doin' just great.
So open up to her, don't be ashamed,
the first step should be yours to make,
Hoping for a helping hand is okay,
but love quietly knows which path to take.
You're now on your own, young man,
so trust yourself, you're good enough,
Really, all it takes is all you own up to,
it'll be okay, old chap, just be tough.