A warning to those men
on the verge of transformation,
I must disagree:
it's an abomination
to shake the wrong apple tree;
who's not harmed by pain?
A cowboy who rides
a beautiful horse,
not wearing his Roper booths
and his Desperado western hat,
is not a real one who promises fun,
oh, mercy: you got the blues!
Go ahead with your ridiculous ban:
I couldn't care a bit less,
I'm not a giggling brat:
I stick to my sharp guns!
It's no wonder to anybody
that those handsome cowboys
attract the prettiest girls,
their lips constantly drool,
they keep away from any fool;
their urge is irrepressible:
aren't they so sexy and so adorable?
Oh, they love with sincerity!
It's the common rule for everybody
who hears the rhythm of their own heart
beating fast on the quietest night!
A distracted cowboy
who rides a beautiful horse,
not curbing the wild cattle,
he lets his mind be driven by despair;
he must get what he wishes for!
He won't be happier than Bill:
the acclaimed cowboy
in all the counties of Texas!
Send him lots of kudos,
make him feel wonderful!
Oh my!
On the blossoms
Of the apple tree
You, butterfly
Keep sipping
The nectar
of the honey
As long as you desire
No police inspector
No dissenting voices
Curbing your choice
Just the flowers
Offering
Dense brown syrup
With the wind's sway
Stirring the DNA
Blurring the universe
Spectrum of blank verse
Regardless of the purse
No stress
Just embrace, press
and caress
In excess too
Nile in overly blue
Don't digress
Even for a moment
Yesterday, today
and tomorrow
All illuminated
On your wings
No strings
Agile in style
The clock's hands
Are fragile
Vapour
While I sit lonesome at the water’s sprawl,
crepuscular rays have the heaven’s sigh,
as golden hues descend on evening’s crawl,
and soften the edge of a fading sky.
A gentle mist ascends above the lake,
to veil twilight’s plunge with a hoary shroud,
slowly curbing my vista to opaque,
while swans shelter unruffled in a crowd.
A sailboat drifts athwart my vision lines,
winding in patterns delicate and slow,
clutching the air, adapting to the signs,
an ambling dance as the leeward winds blow.
In this serene and tranquil atmosphere,
my thoughts like vapour gently disappear.
Wisdom penned on parchment white,
Spine of life’s path, our bonafide guide,
Quenches a voracious appetite,
Minds ensnared in a rollercoaster ride.
Like a hot spring’s embrace in an arid land,
Hollowness fades as enlightenment grips,
A healer extending a helping hand,
Nurses the seeker's shattered bits.
Tickles the sixth sense in adversity,
Reviving life in a parasite's domain,
Ignition stems from diversity,
The more the merrier, they sustain.
Soul-stirring lines enchant the beloved,
Lures a master to a disciple devoted,
Sings a baby to sleep, dreams vivid and loved,
A hobby helps one stand out, truly noted.
Mania plaguing masses vast,
Knowledge bound in covers tight,
Literacy curbing poverty at last,
A golden treasure in sight.
When the morning dawns, lifting each still fear,
Light pours in through the heart, shushing each tear,
While hope plays gentle on the rising sun
Penning a new start, the day has begun!
Endless beauty colors the skies in peace,
Wonders so startling, tis’ God’s masterpiece.
His name signed in splendors - faith, hope and love,
His grace remains in blessings from above!
When the music plays, curbing every doubt,
Souls remember, love is what life’s about!
Some worship Him, lifting their voice in praise,
Those hearts who seek Him shall love Him always!
Dawn lifts the shadows from a fallen soul,
His name, a whisper, makes the sinner whole!
Life without Him, is a tragic story –
With Him, there’s the promise of true glory!
Since He saved me, I have a guarantee,
What He gave me is priceless, yet it’s free!
Don’t stop believing in His love and grace.
He’s the reason, truth - I’ll ever embrace!
It starts at our parents feet through their teaching
and follows with our teachers and our studying.
When we are teenagers its about fun and partying
still learning about life while curbing our drinking.
Now as we move on we become less trusting
that some friendships will leave heads aching
Early twenty's are fraught leaving us searching
for the right person we will end up marrying
Middle age is time wisdom starts appearing
we know our place now we are settling
into old age which can be very exciting
wisdom comes a thing of ease and understanding.
what will be theory
times have been sad and dreary
they could be cheery
what is perturbing
politician disturbing
we must be curbing
what God would have meant
sinning will always prevent
do need His consent
what they had inferred
things will become untethered
that should be detered
You had brought me into this world
when you were only twenty three years old
you must of had the word "mine"
in your thoughts when you named me "Mia"
You had trained me from an infant
on curbing the challenges of life no matter the size
even after I have blossomed into a matured woman
you never stopped training me
I have always been your most safeguarded child
because of my hidden birth defect
unlike my teachers and many others
who had failed me on a daily basis
you could have aborted me, miscarried me
forsaken me in the maternity ward or even born sleeping
but you never gave up on me
you were tenacious enough to overcome it
I knew you have missed out
on receiving legitimate parental support
when you were growing up as a child
but that did not precluded you from becoming a stern
but encouraging mother to my sister and I
The love and affection we may recieve from
our friends, teachers and significant others
would always blow hot and cold thoughout our lives
but your love and care for us would never drop out of sight
The passion to know and happy nature to explore,
and the wealth of information to wonder no more.
When excess of new info spreading dodgy facts,
adding confusion to amplify the mass hysterical acts.
Falsehoods whizzing by finger snatching speed,
curbing the infodemic with a sensation seed.
Infobesity the gorging online information state,
debilitating overload and advertising hunger gate.
The muse of media so quick in poetic verse,
headlines shooting stars through every data device.
Those fair procrastinations to set as they must,
consecrated fame sensation at all cost.
To become aware and obtain some guilt with fear,
labeled consciences and prestige recognition sphere.
Confused minds and the find fit instrument of ill,
pretense’s attention to bend that illusive will.
Spam province tending the utopian fair,
tempting, pleasing and promising glorious care.
Imprisoned delusion and poor integrity void,
detaining labyrinths to keep slaves attached to android.
Keeping humanity malleable for controlling sake,
context in common sense as caring maintaining fake.
Curbing Drinking Suburban Bourbon
What we could be doing is probably curbing,
Things that are disturbing and also suburban;
Before drinkers die,
A tariff do apply;
Never drinking or have been serving bourbon.
Jim Horn
Let's talk
On a short walk
I'm might be a super freak
But I have things to speak
I want to have a word with you
And I know that won't be enough
But you need to know my coddle thoughts
The most wildest dreams, the craziest imaginations and all those adventurous hooey
We haven't talked in a while
In the real way we used to do erstwhile
Curbing the inner me for long is defiant
But if it's for the sake of having conversation
And making of the foremost eves
It's totally worth holding off
On the other side
I can't await
Because I'm stuck
In the web of my own persuasions
It's really puzzling
I want it, I don't want it
It's all messed up
But if the divinity wants
If the world wants
It'll happen for sure
The circumstances will change
And
We'll have a talk
On our wonderful walk!!!
Through the cruel Curbing
And a heavy Hesitation.,
I never got to arranged ,
Those Shuffled Words,
To justify..,
Never let it out ,
beneath my breath.,
For you my dear,
My Love Unspoken.
Perturbing and Disturbing
Pleasant people will never be perturbing;
Are always pleasing and not disturbing;
Looked around,
And I found,
Unpleasant presence should be curbing.
Jim Horn
A Will To Kill
Why would you need a will to kill;
Cause tempers to flare and a thrill,
That has been disturbing
And we should be curbing;
Bird sadly sang on my window sill.
Jim Horn
Here I was, pretending
Not to see the truth that lay before me,
Like a blindfold that refuses to lift,
Forever suppressing my true thoughts
That were safely locked away in my unconscious.
But presenting my rehearsed views and opinions as if
The truth never existed.
Here I was, ignoring
The truth that lay before me,
Like a ship sailing past a hidden reef,
Always repressing my real feelings
From the depths of my heart.
Yet, smiling and beaming like a sunny day, as if
The truth never existed.
Here I was, avoiding
The truth that lay before me,
Like a path that winds around the truth,
Constantly curbing my true actions
That stood at the edge of my awareness.
Nevertheless, displaying a pseudo-me like a doll on a shelf and as if
The truth never existed.
But only to finally learn that
The forever, always, and constant lie
Was a short life, like a fleeting moment,
And only the truth has the forever, always, and constant life.
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