The countryside was their homeland,
Buried in the rich soils were their sons’ navel strings,
Nothing of their history was bland,
Not even the stain on their names or grit on their rings.
They toiled at life as if it was their last day,
Their dignity and self-respect was all that was left,
Making a sacrifice that little know of today,
Even their identities were liable to theft.
How lives are changed in this modern world,
The white lies tell of no more enslavement,
Yet we are groomed to fit into their mold,
For a moment of liberation and enjoyment.
Such is the world’s cruel reality,
For the sake of sustenance and survival,
The wealthy living is given to the minority,
And the poor man works and cries in deprival.
Third world societies’ demise in hind sight,
Yet they gloss it over with petty mess,
Dealing with trivial matters that concur their might,
Than those that seeks to make progress.
With their soft voices and layman words,
Who or what can they confront with their distaste,
If their dissatisfaction always go unheard,
What can a young child do to feel less displaced?
I understand,
Each time you held our little hands,
How lucky we were and yet,
Such moments that glow midst the hearts swirling core,
Are the easiest to forget.
I understand,
When you wrapped us in blankets,so tight.
Rocking us patiently, deep in the night,
Knowing that someday you wouldn't be there,
The sad, silent witness of our nightly prayers.
I understand,
Every Christmas,snowed cold on your pride,
For the tinsel and toys that you couldn't provide.
Unscathed by deprival, in ignorance, blessed,
We learned Dickens and Yeats and loved Busby and Best.
In grief, at last, I understand,
You'd never hold MY children's hands,
But through times passage, comfort brings,
To know they sleep 'neath Angels wings.
Jealious Rivalry
To preserve a Politician's personal survival
Realize they may be jealous of another rival;
When challenged by
Much harder must try.
And do expose all without having a deprival.
Jim Horn
Horn Political Poem Series.
Days further plagued by deprival
Evermore is as the numbing slumber
Inspirations with it, they are
The fruits which wither
And the fish that writhes
Withdrawn from what's vital
The waters of life
Wells, they have passed; dry
Beyond the mark called shallow
So now dust alone must settle
Upon lips unquenched and parch
Animus, how I thirst for thee
Thy touch arousing my thoughts
Out of sync, out of time; without heart
I yearn for kindle
Passions or worlds that I have once dreamed
Why now set a sky into starless
Eyes wide open and nights so moonless, motionless
That I must befriend the coyote in routine
And feral rhymes of agonizing screams
Oh, Lord am I not thy vessel
Why does thou forsaken
The words which I write
Each verse, each line
Hold back thy divinity
The miracles of your poetry
It is the rushing pure water
Once genius to mine, simply mere mortal mind
Her presence vale of privy
Amid mere, less gentle eve
A summer lost, arid supple, a longing
Among a velvet morning mistarl breeze
Deprival chills left within perfume, a wakes
Atmospheres sheerly in le nude
This once Paris blushing without her gaiety
Brighter skies chaperone through bluer halo moons
Smiles spot lights upon her rose touched cheeks
And above, neon signs sparkle a twist of limelight into her eyes
This modern day avant-gardeMona Lisa
With sun-baked tresses that ample free out of celebrated life
The avenues of simper, spirited laughter ways
A-maze-ingly swathe the narrow streets in guise
Angel Maria de Medeiros, you have won my heart
But, France 'tis you, who has won the sweetest prize
Another day passes by
Sun sets, Suns rise
Skies fly by
Parallel to the
Ambitious eye,
Lie in between what we are searching for
Truth is never certain, it seems that's
all they're searching for.
What we believe, we do become
Changing rules of the thumb
Looking far enough out
We're right back where we begun
My mind is spun
And i wont stop until you feel it.
Til it hits you, and you really feel it.
No questioning of the tongue,
How fast you run.
Moving slow so delirious,
Tides Rise
And we're here
And it's
Remained unquestionable
So memorable
Chokes you with sincerity
Comforts you in deprival
With everything against you
they tell you to let go,
But never give up,
Because the tides will turn.
They always do.