In fact, I should have washed by water my face
To shine and be clean at least once a week, so
That fly doesn't land on my big nose any more
Bad people don't hide very well, they can't keep themselves from coming out to say hello. Eventually, they are caught. So, they make plans, let's call it a game. The 1-foot game.
What is the 1-foot game? Well, it can mean many things. You can be 1 foot away from a person, just in your grasp. You can do a lot to a person within one foot. Imagine the possibilities.
Maybe it means that you have to be one step ahead of everyone else. Maybe one step behind.
Following
Hunting
Inside, everyone is a killer. There are no good people on this earth. Even Gandi had enemies. Is anyone truly worthy of this heaven so many rely on? I don't think so.
What's the difference between psychos and "normal" people? What makes you different? Nothing, one is just more accepted than the other.
"Normal" people used to sacrifice babies to gods. cover themselves in goat blood. stomp on pregnant woman's bellies. Is that normal too you?
One foot ahead.
One foot behind
Watching.
“F”, we’ll call him Felipe
Felipe found a doorway
he didn’t mean to
he wasn’t looking for it
and at first he wasn’t aware
he’d gone through it
but something was off
shades of familiarity
were centred off-centre
ripples among ripples
enticingly chiselled
casting a darkness
slyly across shadows
against a background veil
but where Felipe was now
an intrigue kept him, lured
for now one of the numbers
he had found a world
in a world that found him
“F”, we’ve called him Felipe
is still watching you
but from nearer, afar
DISTURBING
Last night at the witching hour,
I was woken from a dream
By the sound of ghostly howling
And a shrill primaeval scream.
I opened one eye cautiously
And there above my bed,
A saw an apparition
That filled me full of dread.
It hovered for a moment,
Then flew around the room,
Muttering incantations,
A harbinger of gloom.
The wardrobe door was slamming,
The light flashed off and on.
The curtains billowed in the wind.
I cried out, “Please be gone.
“Oh, all right,” said the spectre,
With a disappointed sigh.
Then it flew out of the window
And up into the sky.
I nearly used an expletive,
But I never use that word.
So I used initials only
To query what had occurred
I've got a heart that is racing
I've got bones that are aching
I've got a voice that is shaking.
If you dare to call me your friend
be prepared when you see my disturbances.
Can you explain to me
is it sad to go from disturbed to disturbing?.
I've got eyes that are seeing
I've got skin that is bleeding
I've got teeth that are decaying.
Hey don't feel bad
if you see me go mad.
Don't you dare call me a feen
just let me sit back
and I'll let you disturb me.
If you can't stand the way I am
well your not the only one my friend.
'A Disturbing Piece'
Arrested, two bearded Jews, for
'disturbing the peace' with the news
to those in an Israeli soccer dome
Today is the Sabbath ~ Shabbat Shalom
_____________________________
'Shabbat Shalom,' ironically, means
'Sabbath Peace...' The arrest was
carried out by 'Israeli police' on May
20, 2023.
calm
serene, smooth
resting, reposing, relaxing
breeze, waters; tornado, monsoon
storming, stirring, agitating
anxious, troubled
turbulent
written July 9, 2021
She is still disturbing me.....
More than 5 years now and still I can see her face, her expressions, looks, her habits, her moves and could listen her voice clearly.
Really don't know How?
My dreams are not mine I don't understand why am I dreaming of her not of .... why? seriously why? usually I don't think about her whole day not a single thought but still my night is her, she owns/rules my dreams like she has a right to do so. Her voice, her expressions sweetly disturbs me every night and every morning I wakes up like I had lived a day with her don't know how but maybe there is an unseen connection between us. She is like a writer who comes every night with a new story.
She is still disturbing me.....................
He is disturbing when I use him
When I see the hoe at my doorsteps
I squeeze his morals in one word, "tyrant"
My feet he eats greedily in gardens
The energy stored he sips away
How many innocent creatures suffer?
Ants, earthworms, beetles, rats, snakes
Friend, foe, young, old, dead, alive
This guy cuts tongues of plants as well
The ones sent on duty to fetch water
So merciless, so reckless, so remorseless
An angry crime perpetrator in society
But I love this guy with sincere heart. Why?
He democratically suffers to all clients
A passionate painter I’ll be
Until you annoy bother me
Actually so disturbing
And now I do say with some glee
Poetry writing is for me.
Only slightly bit perturbing.
This is a career politician
The one who tells you,
fluently what he knows not,
promises what he can’t give,
gives hope on the already.
believing in shadowy ideology
Its disturbing career in Africa
DISTURBING THE PEN
what creeps
in?
insanity of sorts,
leaking
in,
instead of out.
it dribbles
out,
like drool or frothing foam.
it comes
from
the inner sanctum,
barely a
stream,
scissors snip away at contentions,
invention of
hate.
bitterness and cacophony invades.
you toss and turn,
laughing.
like a crazy fool, do not turn over
and look at
the underside.
drip, drop, drip,
on the roof of
your head.
clear your mind and begin again,
putting pen to
paper,
even bend and fly that plane.
ramblings are...
just that.
Conjure up a complete thought.
i see you hiding in the
corner,
cobwebs like sticky curtains.
madness laughs
uproariously.
how insane you look when humor beds your pen.
friction of match
complains,
as a scintilla of flame recognizes your waning brain.
9/20/2017
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
Disturbing Don Trump
To do some things we were reluctant
Especially ones we found to be repugnant
Between liking and disliking had a hinge
Should I fully accept or take revenge.
We took a chance and chose to compare
And after we all did become fully aware
Discovered where it originated and came
Both ends had ended up being the same.
Each one appeared to appear like a slob
Two ends were dumber that a door knob
With insignificance was fully saturated
Discovered they were poorly educated.
Trump did decide to eventually vote for
With his entertaining ability would adore
In log, intelligence was like a little lump
On dead stump wanting to vote for Trump.
What I always thought between you and me
Is if you were lost on top of a tall tree
Casting over countryside your each site
Find Don Trump bearings you just might.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Disturbing Presence
There are things that to many may amaze
Just like Poetry Soup becoming a big craze
Beyond belief sometimes we seem to find
Bringing on poetry skills and peace of mind.
Soup's comfortable and completely relaxing
No problems when emailing or doing faxing
Advertisements can cause an incredible delay
But have much patience some people will say.
About poetry benefits could go on and on
Hope great picture have painted and drawn
Now that things way up are starting to clear
You want my disturbing presence to disappear.
James Loquacious Herbaceous Horn
Wow. How about that name?
Retired Veteran
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