Contiguous Poems

To Love When

Love is alike a whisper among the deaf and a light among the blind. Many have claimed to understand it and many have claim to be apart of it but alike religion, they all seem to fall short of scripture. 

Love unites us all is what they say according to the rational of those claiming to be within the grasps of these inauspicious schisms as they are coddled betwixt irony and self indulgence. 

Your love is salvaged only by the reluctant anecdote of those accused and in favor of self-actualization.

Their love is not only a topic of mass hysteria brought forth by the fraudulent offspring of timeless arrogance but "love" is also a wedge between free will and the limitations prevailed by hatreds depth.

Love, is beyond the reckoning of dimensional rifts and broken spatial constructs contiguous by the darkness of man born antipathy.
This is the love you idolize and seek victory within. 
This is the love you claim as a self redeeming gift. 
This is the love you can only grasp tangibly and without rapport. 



My love, wasn't

Head Would Bow Here and Now

when my head would bow
prayed for pastries here and now
God had told me how

had been suspicious
pastries were delicious
close and contiguous

they were close to touch
pastries with hand will clutch
love them very much

For Every Season

For every relationship
we can rediscover
a season
of increase
and tipping point
toward decrease.

For every correlation,
positively resonant
and negatively dissonant,
a regenerative
becoming degenerative season
for building up and out
and tearing down and in
compassion
compulsion
recreation
tipping toward
dispassion
revulsion
decay

Like passionate summer powers
Falling toward
diminished winter light
dipolar co-arising
hope for continuous
contiguous fresh spring
cooperating green,
morning blue 
yet warmer
cumulating skies
repredicting summer's
fertile 
climax 
passions

Re-enlisted
in four fractal
reasoned seasons
for redeveloping Earth justice
and restoring Tribal peace

Turning traumatic weaponed 
retributive discommunications
into therapeutic wellness tooled
restorative re-communionations.

A Mess of Pottage

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Inside Garden of Anemones

Anemones are the symbols of anticipation and fragility. 

Daffy bent down suddenly, and picked a small startled white flower. “Anemone,” he said, handing it over; he made her repeat the word until she had it right. “Find me a silk to match that.”

—Emma Donoghue


INSIDE GARDEN OF ANEMONES


   inside garden —

its wiggle of ultra fine threads,

pastel blue and pink wormy stems.

   full-frontal petals, contiguous.

blossom’s cerulean, buttercup and bittersweet.

  the velvet sky, black.

            its vibrant neon flowers

      bright, float in the canvas-night,

though a few, unopened, droop

      like indian pipes.

spread of unscented paint —

   dry, flat, spurning soil,
a floral garden
   surrounded by
a golden frame.

          its wall is white.

3/12/2021
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anemone — pronounced “uh nem uh nee”

America

Forty-eight contiguous states,
Everglades to the Evergreen
Plus Alaska and Hawaii,
Joined as one on separate dates,
The Constitution guarantee,
After the war had, intervene,
Restored order did reconvene,
Our laws need interpretation,
For people accentuation,
No other country is as best,
For God and country, we are blessed,
We tempt to rest under our flag,
Though some find it to be a drag,
Some will draw a disgusting tag,
Liberty is constantly fought,
Snicks will bribe and tempt it is bought,
From ocean to ocean, we strive,
Prosperous life we tempt to thrive,
Mundane diversions hinder souls,
Same as the Jones, best some station,
Be true to yourself, reach your goals,
Be free, under God, one nation.


2019 December 29

Being Couragious Can Be Contagious

Being Courageous Can Be Contagious

Some things are related and contiguous,
Upon being both  brave and courageous;
While storming,
Habit forming;
Completely out of control and contagious.

Jim Horn

God Hath Down His Path

God Hath Down His Path

What we do need is world without wreath;
Will find peace walking down God's path;
Pleasant scene,
So serene,
And all things we need He always hath.

Jim Contiguous Religious Horn 
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

Jim Horn

Could Constantly Become Contiguous

We could Constantly Become Contiguous,
To many things that may be ambiguous;
Could be cluttered,
We often shuttered;
Ingenious to intelligence is indigenious.

Now you figure that one out.

Jim Horn

My Life

MY LIFE

Born in Dublin on Saint Patrick's Day
School; spelling champ; steady girl
Senior Prom; graduation; went away
Air Force career; traveled the world

Turkey; Germany; England; Japan
Korea; Vietnam; Philippines; Guam
Austria; Hawaii; Azores; Alaska; all grand
Thirty eight contiguous states fit the plan

Fully retired  --  more to be told  --  stay tuned 

22 September 2018
For the contest sponsored by Anthony Slausen

Trump Tries To Be Ambiguous

Trump Tries To Be Ambiguous

Trees will drop leaves when deciduous,
And if Trump he tries to be ambiguous;
Feeling crappy,
Wearing nappy;
Being an idiot with has been contiguous.

Jim Horn

Trump Becoming Ambiguious

Trump Becoming Ambiguious

Trump already appears to be ambiguous
And was scrutinized for being contiguous;
Completely off each wall;
Leaves dirty shower stall;
Rub off of body in fashion that is rigorous.

Trump always finds so much appeal
when has been exposed to a dirty deal.

Jim Horn

The Answer Is:

Here's a little teaser I pose. A simple answer will do! 

When two lines are juxtaposed,
it must be supposed, they are apposed, 
so never meet face to face. 

But when contiguous lines cross,
will it cause chaos, if they come across
each other in the vastness of space? 

And should two circles collide, 
does one go inside, or do they decide
they both should become elliptic? 

What if two squares intersect?
Should we suspect, as we’d expect, 
they’d end as a cryptic statistic? 

Though rhetorical questions these, 		
would someone please ease, my unease, 
and answer the questions I pose? 

For when my mind’s in this phase, 
it’s naught but a haze - a veritable maze, 
so it's best I return to prose! 

Rhymer.  March 3rd, 2017
(Well I only asked! )

My Horn Me Haiku

My Horn Me Haiku

(In a 7-5-7 Syllable format.
None of it is about nature though.
Guess that is the nature of the beast
who lies and remains deep within me.)

Possess desire
To have written many poems;
Always pure pleasure.

What I am saying
Why do languish in anguish;
Many poems prepare.

Terrific Lovely Tax Ladies

God bless your each soul;
Came to our much needed aid;
To assist us all.

Our money has come,
Thanks to good old IRS;
Will spend all for sure.

A Brenda must be
But never has been a Lee;
Still like your singing.

Here is the beginning of My
Horn Me Haiku. Maybe might
make this a contiguous, continuous
haiku containing total continuity.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Vivacious Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422

This should be enough and a sufficient
address for any letter to get to me with. 
Maybe this might even inspire you to
start writing poems along with many 
other whims you may possess.
Especially, if you are  a Catholic who 
constantly has to confess to God and
His Holiness. Unless you are a lonely
monster who likes living in Loch Ness..

My 28,176 Sunsets

My 28,176 Sunsets
Written: by Tom Wright
2/15/2016

California dreaming foremost on my mind,
Beach filled days made an expansive collage.
But, in retirement, age has left me resigned,
And days of merriment are now a mirage;

When juvenile, my route lay so much clearer,
With no seemingly contiguous ending in sight;
Now I’m left staring into my rear view mirror,
Where virtually all my days have taken flight;

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