Enough Is Enough Horn Haiku
enough is enough
trump really was terrible
so we should impeach
completely absurd
totally denigrating
should get rid of trump
had been Bellau Wood
soldiers wounded and they died
so we cried and cried
trump sure is a strain
critize, condemn complain
his hair harmed in rain
were at complete loss
that caused a total chaos
out trump we should toss
trump is a trollop
while around he will gallop
what a big whallop
need another perk
system still does work
trump has been a jerk
critical and singe
what we want will be revenge
trump we must avenge
will not be backer
trump calls soldier a slacker
what a wise cracker
may be fallacy
was a scorched earth policy
trump philosophy
heard trump and his sound
cut down those who are around
that caused heart to pound
trump looked in garage
what he saw must be mirage
could be collagen
see trump and his hair
should have heard when he does swear
much more left to spare
Jim Horn
Bone-tired?
Your muscles get tired, actually
Well, perhaps it's the fascia
the connective tissue sheath
mainly collagen
beneath the skin
attaching or separating
the muscles
Chilled to the bone?
Not likely, fellow
unless you are emaciated
due to illness or famine or such
Otherwise, your bones
are probably still
body temperature, 98.6F
I imagine by now that
you've a bone to pick with me
Go ahead. I dare you to try that.
I will not go for collagen,
I'll just stay away from halogen.
Dear black woman,
You have curly hair.
Your resting face, is a fierce stare
You are beautiful!
Dear black woman,
You have big gorgeous eyes
A voluptuous body, look at those thighs
You are beautiful!
Dear black woman,
You have soft, yet tough brown skin
Your plump lips, do not need any collagen.
You are beautiful!
Dear black woman,
As a child, you asked many questions, you wanted to know
Anything and everything, that would help you grow
You are intelligent!
Dear black woman,
You are always thirsting for knowledge.
Doing whatever it takes, to make it through college.
You are intelligent!
Dear black woman,
Raising children by yourself
Know that being rich, can be done with out wealth.
You are strong!
Dear black woman,
Working day out and day in.
You are the provider and the protector of your kin.
You are strong!
Dear black woman,
Look yourself in the mirror, smile and say:
I am beautiful, intelligent, and strong because I am a black woman everyday!
let's take a look at the beginning
wen the matters in your heart mattered to u alone
wen like BoB b4 Airplanes u wer unknown
wen the pp u had on speed dial wldn pick up e fone
n u hid the tears that only u knew wer dripping
fast forward to the here n now
to the thunderous applause u hear wen u take a bow
to the microphones that flood u to hear u speak
to how ur opinions r published week after week
who wlda thot that dis was all id take
a lil fame a lil fortune wit only jus ur soul at stake
sometimes wen the champagne wears n its quiet out
those lil flashbulbs tha go on n off its cald doubt
u knw that maybe dis lyf aint so cool
its got u dancn to their whims like okomfo anokye for the golden stool
n honestly hon who u tryna fool
so uv got mags writng down ur salad makn tips
n women lust afta ur collagen fild lips
u knw ur worth more han wat uv become
but u kip lyn to urself tha wats ben dun is dun
but we both know hon..it's only just begun...
let's take a look at the beginning
wen the matters in your heart mattered to u alone
wen like BoB b4 Airplanes u wer unknown
wen the pp u had on speed dial wldn pick up e fone
n u hid the tears that only u knew wer dripping
fast forward to the here n now
to the thunderous applause u hear wen u take a bow
to the microphones that flood u to hear u speak
to how ur opinions r published week after week
who wlda thot that dis was all id take
a lil fame a lil fortune wit only jus ur soul at stake
sometimes wen the champagne wears n its quiet out
those lil flashbulbs tha go on n off its cald doubt
u knw that maybe dis lyf aint so cool
its got u dancn to their whims like okomfo anokye for the golden stool
n honestly hon who u tryna fool
so uv got mags writng down ur salad makn tips
n women lust afta ur collagen fild lips
u knw ur worth more han wat uv become
but u kip lyn to urself tha wats ben dun is dun
but we both know hon..it's only just begun...
For turning my eyes into shallow Pacific blues,
because nobody likes Chocolate.
For transforming the freckled clusterbomb on my face,
into baby skin smoothness!
Because freckles are humanity’s alleged worst enemy
and I refuse to allow my self-confidence to stay Pro-Activ.
Thank you, Photoshop
for giving me that liposuction I ALWAYS wanted
in less than 10 minutes!
Working out is BENEATH me!
And I’m too busy dating these "5 Guys".
Thank you for bathing me in your Black & White Fountain of Youth!
60 is the used 25!
I refuse attempts in removing this fallacy
crawling under my lifted eye sockets.
My wisdom wrinkles shall stay imploded under pretentious needle.
Otherwise, I can’t continue to be fed
flirtatious appetizers by horny sheeple
and bi-curious copycats
hocking hairballs at the sight
of my airbrushed collagen lips
while they dry hump my computer generated thighs.
Their retinas grope my artificially inflated Grand Canyons
which are really only peaked valleys.
Yet, they won’t look at my defaults…
So, I thank you Photoshop
for being unable
to crop my misery.
© Drake J. Eszes
"Dedicated to those who are unable to look within themselves." -D.J.E.
There’s a chemical factory upon my face
I have lines and spots I need to erase
I mix elixirs and daily apply
The aging process I cannot deny
I have marks and wrinkles and sagging skin
The lines increase and I can’t seem to win
Freckles increase and begin to align
Like routes on a map – I’ve lived a long time!
I sunblock, peel, use Oils of Olay
I moisten and cream my parts – every day
I shave and massage, apply hot face oil
It’s my avocation; how hard I toil.
Silicone, botox, collagen from cows
Inject as much as my money allows
I need to move from my face to my legs
My veins mark muscles with little blue pegs
Choices are limited – laser? Saline?
The process somehow is getting obscene
I endure the pain as they inject
I need to recover my self respect!
Higgledy Piggledy,
My fat hen,
She lays eggs
Full of Collagen
Good for women,
And good for men,
Higgledy Piggledy,
My fat hen!
Beauty …
Has this word lost its meaning?
Is not the flower opening its
pedals to the morning more
beautiful than the
repressed mother
dressing up her 8 year old to
compete in her own,
lost dream?
Is there not more beauty in
the 9 year old with
no mom
who still loves life and
achieves her dreams?
Has beauty really become
bought
and Nature can only take you
so far?
Isn’t beauty helping someone cross
the street? Fixing someone’s flat?
Carrying groceries to
their car?
Breast implants, nose jobs,
tummy tucks and
collagen are being touted
as the new you …
really?
Aren’t you beautiful when you smile
because you heard
something funny? Or when your
eyes glitter
because you see something you love?
Isn’t beauty the crickets talking at
night as you think?
Holding hands with one
you love
as you walk bare-foot in the
grass? Isn’t that beautiful?
Beauty …
Don’t lose sight of
what it really is.
Tiny objects once pieces of ourselves
we overlook and place on shelves.
Displaced so frequently and fortunately forgotten -
all tissues and nerves destroyed within.
The sweet inconsistency her scent releases,
played on a screen that never ceases.
The fluid that drips from each rib you’ve misplaced,
each half-hearted attempt to clean up your mistakes:
the beautiful mess you left by the bed.
Each morning employs expressions never to be read.
Her collagen injected smiles prove themselves swollen,
sullen on a silver screen.
Baptized in a bathrub filled with freezing water
Clothes, sour, she hides with the scent
of the room where her last night was spent
Her pregnant mind, inflamed with the noises
finding their way through forced grace and poise
Each pose a broken mannequin