At the airport
I am stopped by a uniformed man
with strange customs.
Anything to declare?
I have declared everything in my poetry.
How many poems have you, sir?
Oh, about sixty or so.
The legal limit is ten.
You will be charged duty on the rest.
I was charged.
He scribbled a receipt in blank verse.
I got away lightly this time,
he didn’t find the rest.
Thank goodness he did not look
inside my head.
Blessings to all.
I declare and decree
By Michelle Morris
19/02/2026
I declare and decree
Good things are coming to me
I declare and decree
That I am forever free
I declare and decree
I am protected and blessed
I declare and decree
That I am Heaven-sent
I declare and decree
My life is abundant and guided
I declare and decree
That God's Grace is my tidings
I declare and decree
I am happy and at peace
I declare and decree
God's Angels love me
©? Michelle Morris, 2026
walls of waters crash
whirpools cull and pull within ~
stilly smiles the sea
Shàngó!
Where are your fiery eyes,
that spit fear into burning coal,
that blaze with warmth and glow,
a conflagrator dancing with flames?
Who dares invoke your name in sin,
and not have their tongue seared?
You summon thunder as a hound to hunt,
their wealth and souls it strikes at once,
swift as lightning no man can withstand.
You are a god with no patience,
a judge whose verdict is fire.
The guilty inherit their own shame,
terror grips their trembling mates,
till their fear spills water from their bladder.
Shàngó!
The king who hung himself–yet none dare say so.
Your name alone bends foes of Dàda,
your gentle, effeminate brother,
subduing armies without a clash,
a king great in life, even greater in death.
Your words are clothed in flame,
your breath consumes in thousands.
No scroll could ever disguise your greatness,
no fool could scorn your name
and escape the storm of your wrath.
And now, O thunderous king, hear me:
Unleash your fire on all my foes.
Shatter them into smouldering dust,
burn them in your raging inferno,
heap grief upon grief, lament on lament—
O king whose hanging none dare declare.
When youth is so vibrant and sets us aglow,
and no words are mentioned through sorrow:
we are the seekers of wild adventures,
pushing hard beyond all boundaries!
In the prime of everything that sparkles joy,
we aren't afraid to explore the great unknown;
falling to earth and savor the complicity of sin
as the Fallen Angels did: we will pay too dearly!
A motivation to declare life and safeguard it:
is to cleanse ourselves of all wrongdoing,
of all vanity to pursue vainglory as the great ones did;
are there precious thoughts that gathers no dust?
We can find them in acts done by saints living or dead,
or in a hymn to love: whenever it's rejected as a vain thing!
When we witness those tragedies that make us cringe:
is it a punishment from cruel Nature or angry God?
Young lives are mainly lost to Fentanyl and syringe!
Should we go on, making believe each mind is sound?
Blessings I decree and declare upon you.
Father's graces, peace, mercies,
Love all inside and around you.
Blessings I decree and declare upon you
Our families break through
This season plus His will in our lives.
Always Good New Day Beloved
Blessings I decree and declare upon you Amen
1/18/24
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024 © CR
I don't regret I got it
This small tattoo of mine
An everlasting love note
In permanence of kind
I look at it and smile
I have it and I'm glad
It represents the moment
Where ink on a scratchpad
Became a lasting statement
I knew just what it was
And then when I had done it
My heart was all abuzz
Excited and emphatic
In color there it states
The way I feel about you
I still think we're soulmates
And though sometimes there's sadness
It's just because I care
Man, I really love you
There's truly something there
But still one thing is missing
The picture's not complete
Until my little bluebird
Takes her rightful seat
Above there where my heartstrings
Meet the tuning pegs
Aperched atop the headstock
A nest there for you begs
I'll keep it neat and tidy
Until the day you're there
Then forever we'll make music
Our lives and love we'll share
I Declare,
If you were to ask
Ask of me
To tell you of Elohim
And show Him to thee
Then I would speak
For hours not few
Declaring in my words
My Elohim to you
Righteous is He
An Elohiom of love
Ruler over Earth
The heavens above
Perfect, and pure
Beautiful and wise
He hears the humble
Answers their cries
Elohim Almighty
Creator, the One
Father of salvation
Yeshua, the Son
Strong, yet patient
Just are His ways
Longsuffering toward us
Throughout our days
But if you were to ask me
To describe Him to you
I would rather confess
That my words woul not do
I've cried, and I've tried
With this feeble speech
But of my Elohim Most High
A flesh tongue cannot reach
These words that exist
They can only begin
To capture in fraction
And declare of Him
And so I urge, won't you please
Ask Him, and see
For Elohim Himself
Will reveal Himself to thee
Arise and shine, for your light has come
Declare His promises, protect your nest
Use your quiet time to seek His face
Seek justice, love, mercy, and walk humbly
For the season is now for divine recovery
New levels of blessing, so spread the Good News
Don’t worry, don’t panic, speak words of faith
Let the hammer of favour propel your destiny
It’s going to be a BIG year!
when i do declare
there is so much we should share
inhale all the air
had elicited
actions should be restricted
could be convicted
while in their presence
was in every essence
enjoy pleasance
had hesitated
things we knew were related
form abbreviated
I have nothing to declare
But my genius
To when it comes
To the friend's i choose
to keep me company
along my way
And steer me from deviating
from a righteous path and
a life well lead
And not into a self inflicted
head-on car crash or wrong
direction i was hell bound
on taking
And was destined to follow in and
person become without their
honesty and privy council
The gravits i so was in need of
in order to keep my feet firmly
planted down on earthly ground
And my head out of the
fluffy clouds enveloping me
thus far before they discovered
i
talked a lot of trash
up and coming ogden nash
hit on Broadway big smash
rode in a cute coach
which is where she lost her broach
eaten by big roach
what we did deduce
did want to declare a truce
instead hung in a noose
we have God to blame
In God's eyes we are the same
saved us from sin and shame
from God we were made
there in cradle Son had laid
in water would wade
what we did realize
Jesus John Baptist did baptize
beneath pale and blue skies
Mary was Holy
Jesus was God's one and only
Prayed to them when lonely
As a last resort
God did give me much support
my sins out did sort
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2021
I saw a small
Child with blonde curly hair
Talking to a cat with out a care
Sitting on what looks to be a tall
Brick wall.
This was something I had to share.
I saw a small
Child with blonde curly hair
In a black and white picture as I recall
She had a movie star air
Which made this picture rare.
Could it have been a young Shirley Temple after all?
I saw a small
Child with blonde curly hair.
Declare Truce Which Would Reduce
What they did do was declare a truce,
That prices would eventually reduce;
Profit expand,
We demand;
Trump came up with a perfect excuse.
Jim Horn
Hot in the south sitting on the porch
Fanning your face with a hand fan
Dressed in a beautiful white dress
With a cold mint julep in hand
Miss. JENNIFER, yes Miss. JAN
Do you believe what that SunShine Smile,
Said about me?
Her last poem was all about Me, Me, Me (Just kidding Sunshine)
She only thinks of herself living in luxury
Her poems seem to go Norway with a Rhyme
Now that Bobby is a handsome man
Oh tell me Mrs. JAN
I saw him in the field with his straw hat on
Working next to Gershon W.W. was fast asleep
Without a peep, but there was one so cute
He was the Only Silent One out of the whole bunch
Here comes Richard your husband he shot old turkey Tom I guess we are having him for dinner
Shhhhhhh, No more Gossiping
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