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On Tue, Nov 5, 2024 at 11:50?PM james horn wrote:
budget downhill faster
we have to call him master
will cause disaster
many did offend
Trump has put us at dead end
bad things does intend
Trump hard to digest
even when him do detest
is a perfect pest
should have killed his sperm
when over is Trump and term
get rid of and be firm
Trump did dirty deed
what if this poem I will read
has been what we need
Am completely open to any
criticism, complaints and
suggestions.
Watch out for trash in
ocean called Puerto
Rico which will be
full of pet leftovers.
I must detest one,
just the one, yes,
battle within myself
so that I can love the rest.
I use words and phrases
that hold my sense of conflict
so that my strict faith
may rest in my wish to love.
Our grip on love
may not exist; so let it not slip
into the wasteland of my mind -
a mind that holds so much conflict.
Are we born to create a passion
for a battle within ourselves?
Who can love
with no comparison with hatred?
So, yes, I do loathe one,
engender protest for one.
Am I to kill? I suspect not.
But hate? Oh yes, do hate.
(Sep 2022)
O Lord Jesus
and also my heavenly Father
When I mess up
I do need to fess up
When I speak a lie
I need to apologize
Heed My Cry Lord help me to the skies
For my God detest lying lips
But he Delights in those who tell the truth
I have lied to my mother
I have lied to my father
I have lied to you Father God and Jesus
oh and the Lord
and the Lord
The Lord detests lying lips
O'the Lord
Yes the Lord ...
My God, My God
My God detest lying lips so speak
Speak not that is not true.
God help you and us
For my God detests lying lips
...but alas he Delights those who tell the truth
3/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Proverbs 12:22
Trump Does Detest and Hard to Digest
There are many who Trump does detest,
And he also does find them hard to digest;
Never good;
We withstood;
He became paranoid and apparently a pest.
Jim Horn
We don't need no stinking contest
This is not a test... it's time you invest
Just because someone says... that they are better than the rest
Write your best... it's yours... it's your bequest
So don't be stressed... it's none the lest
Now that I've gotten that off my chest
I hope it's something... you can all digest
I will not protest... what I detest
But I will wish you all... much success
We Don't Need No Stinking Contests Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless 8/6/2018
I Detest pen that never
bestows wings to spirit .
Wings that never
Step up towards mountain.
Mountain that never
Pours oil in moon's lamp.
Moon that never
hovering around forest.
Forest that never
surrounded by rustle wings.
Detest all of that
But I soothe in sigh of character,
in a silo poem's.
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
This Life I detest
For Happiness only comes in moments now.
We have done so many things...
"But what is bad or good that thinking makes it so..."
Maybe it is I who is changing color--
Still I so want to point the finger
6/1/'13
Wind rushes through my hair, over my face, my lips,
I’m at the headiest of dizzying heights; it’s pure bliss.
Scared? No! Maybe just a little... But it’s a good feeling...
I look down there, I see little dots randomly moving.
I am so high above, indomitable, untouchable and aloof...
The sun is my sister, the sky is my roof.
You won’t find me here, gray.
I approach the edge, tentatively first, and then boldly.
I look down, these dots so far away, so so lowly...
Lowly and yet so peaceful, peaceful and so so content!
My heart thuds painfully, my thoughts are pure torment.
The gray does not toy with them, they never feel it.
Why do you pursue me, you vile, vile spirit?
But, You won’t find me here, gray.
I like red, with it’s passionate outbursts of love and anger.
I love white, cold finality, pure purity, blank with hunger...
I don’t mind black with it’s clear clap of absolute finality,
Or yellow, in spite of all it’s cheerful impunity.
I detest gray, it’s stifling and uncertain.
In its enveloping embrace, it’s cloying smoky curtain.
But NO, You won’t find me here, gray.