I am as an infant
Reaching
For the stars
Above my crib
Fascinated so
By shiny
A piece
Of metal scraps
And lacquered wood
Hanging
By silver threads
On the lattice
Of the skies.
Disenchanted
The harbinger of consequence unexpected
that blows cool breeze or fetid air in mind's inner spaces_
Then wafts away to not ever comeback! For so unwanted,
those misleadingly obsequious embraces...
Penned: 02/02/2023
2:26 a.m.
Las Vegas, Nevada
And finally, the time has come...
the butterflies flew away,
and the bees ran out of honey.
in dismay
disheartened
disillusioned
why am i invisible
unheard
hardly discernible
out of my element
i don’t belong
still i will continue
to sing a song
stranded
on my desert island
sending adrift
my message in a bottle
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A POEM BORN~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 1, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT A sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
Disenchanted sandcastles
Alone on a silent shoreline,
sea breeze emotions paint my skin
Sands of time slip away as I count the stars
wondering why so many seem to smile,
when I don’t
Storm fence pickets stand straight,
weathered of years watching
Holding at bay the impending dunes
where my footprints once shared these moments
with another
Salt water teardrops fall,
meeting the beach in sorrow’d pools,
lonely silhouettes of my heart shaped shadows
empty and vacant, longing for that one
to forgive
Disenchanted sandcastles disappear with the tide
as do these words we compiled together
never to be written again, on paper or in the sand
Now I only watch my dreams fade into the horizon,
vanishing forever
Determined They Were Disenchanted
We did determine they were disenchanter,
After Trump would take them for granted;
Had occurred;
Trouble up stirred;
Seeds of misery and collusion had planted.
Jim Horn
God and I Se Eye To Eye
When God and I will see eye to eye,
Beautiful will have been a blue sky;
Stars that shine;
With Him dine;
Know he never would pass me by.
Jim Horn
Know why world can be full of confusion,
Delusion and Collusion.
There were shades of tranquility
aching 'neath civilization's cry,
still blood was shed amid glorified
borders of battlefield's convoluted calling,
each magnified footprint pooled crimson
filled ideologue's of disenchantment
amidst revolutions of ill-chosen power,
marching to drumbeats of fool's gilded dogma
I was blinded to the autonomy
Of the actions committed in the time
Moonfall hesitated, and did not see
Malice in the eyes that were naught to be mine.
The crescent curves of a smile's sliver;
Indecision of skin, rancid and smooth;
Plush sentences congeal as I quiver;
Thoughts so careless, teeth dripping wir'y sooth.
My sight could not pierce nightfall-scathingly
Battened down were my mind and eyes, depraved
by sour medicine dreams filling me,
Unwillingly, with satire not staved.
The birr which I painted your portrait with
Disenchanted my world, a cause for death.
My muse did her fealty recuse
My honor she did stealthily reconnoiter
My discourse was grounds for divorce
Finding my writing no longer enlightening
My blithe parlance no longer my mistress did entrance
With my prose she did forthrightly dispose
Each short she did subsequently abort
Each regaling verse did prudently disburse
Each perforated line truncated with lackluster shine
Each conjured sentence only increased my penance
Each glamorous byline she did smugly decline
Each dilated phrase with a bridling border did encase
Each gilded stanza a burnished extravaganza yielding no artful bonanza
Each tethered word coagulated into a stolid curd
Each bloated quote sunk my creative float deeper in the moat
Each lofty rhyme labeled too smarmy and sublime
My metric time no longer struck a concordant chime
Each literary device neatly spliced would not even a novice entice
Each repetitive, stagnant metaphor made my verse a bore
Each strained, tortured simile engendered no empathy
Each supplanted metonymy a shock wave lobotomy
I'm bored and there's relief from it
that's just the way I feel
my eyes are addle I admit
a plight I won't conceal
Listlessness is visible
this is the reason why
this town's a mirrored tinsel
with a platinum color dye
You're jaded and mishandled
and your insights all but bleak
your voice is clearly stifled
I tune it out each time you speak
Maybe I need to leave the suburbs
with lawns of fake green hues
oblivious to rounded curbs
I dream of urban views
Shows about reality
Get my news from MTV
Ugly people everywhere
Kids today just don't care
Where's the passion where's the fun
Video games eclipse the sun
Online conversations rule
The internet's our research tool
End of times? Have to wait and see
Things today so literally
Tsunami here, earthquake there
Freaky weather everywhere
Why's this poem got to rhyme
No problem man I've got the time
Got your gold card, big SUV
Welfare generosity
No more teachers, no more books
E-zine publishings the hook
Find the paper, find the pen
Find your niche, your call, your zen
Talk to people get a clue
Don't let it be the end of you
Get a job, take a chance
Grab some rythym, bust a dance
Try a new thing, remember the old
Be a big baby when you catch a cold
Pamper yourself, flatter your friends
You won't find yourself alone in the end
Hope you like it, hope you care
At least I had the strength to dare