“The Burning Bush”
At the Burning Bush
the dance cards
were passed
from palm to palm
the flowers plucked
from the wall by green
lounge lizards grinning
“music saved my life”, she said
“poetic”, the Comme des Garçons
like a boy on roller skates said
circling like a shark with
two in hand for what it’s worth
the Burning Bush girl remonstrates
she understands,
“Tango Down?
That’s not a question.
Now.” she demands
“It’s a right Charlie Foxtrot,”
he says skating backwards,
“Look at all that Chest Candy,
it’s enough to make you
want to put on your
Jesus Slippers.” Front on
she bats her eyes, like
its a home run, she replies,
“It’s a real Soup Sandwich
out there Oscar Tango Mike
the Alpha Charlie Ate-up Bravo Zulu
deploy your Sky Blossom,”
she says, back to the wall,
“Tango Uniform
Delta,
Tango Down
Charlie Mike
Oscar Mike
Kaos captive,
Agt 99, H.Q.
holding Control
down”
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush"
codes embedded in dossier boxes, below
"Liaison"
All seeing,
one eye watching
isn’t blind
I close mine
then open them,
shut the mind
there’s a certain bad romance
in the all seeing
just being, drags you in
then you get tangled
up in the full clandestine tryst,
liaison with some nebulous King
covert,
the dossier opened
and read,
"la grande histoire d'amour
avec la recommencer étant,
je suis, celui"
an irregular puzzle,
the curious and
the curiouser;
a mystery;
the flirtatious mind
shut out, boggles
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“It is by going down into the abyss
that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.
Whoever fights monsters
should see to it, that in the process,
he does not become a monster.
And if you gaze long enough into an abyss,
the abyss will gaze back into you.”
Perkins Coie -- "send"
Cash to Fusion GPS
Dossier to lend
Another freaking cold Canadian day
BUT that glorious warm sun makes it almost okay
Temps are frigid
Reminds me of Brigitte
But that's another part of my private dossier
Another freaking cold Canadian winter's day
BUT that glorious warm sun makes it almost okay
Temps are frigid
Reminds me of Brigitte
But that's another part of my private dossier
Russia pays 500K for a Hillary exhortation
Unknown millions to the Clinton Foundation
Russia bought 20% uranium from our nation
Both Clinton/Obama in Federal occupation
Deals with Russia - no MSM revelation
Clinton is caught rigging DNC nomination
Stealing it from Sanders at the DNC convention
Russia/DNC/Clinton with dossier summation
Continue their Trump campaign vilification
Media does Clinton's bidding loud and clear
Daily Trump/Russia collusion is all we hear
Funny no action by Pres.Obama that year
Loser Clinton tells anti-Trumpers far and near
Unstable Trump with button is what to fear
Clinton's emails lost for years, server disappears
Trump not Clinton investigation Mueller steers
Comey says Clinton guilty - couldn't find intent
Hiliary never lies except when its convenient
Liberals start talking about Trump impeachment
How could anyone ever want her to be president?
(Best read with this poem's theme music playing)
"BLACK SWAN THEORY"
Free Agent
Black Swan Theory
White Pearl rolling in
Some kind of Black Pearl World
Black Swan Theory
Decoded, Fragile Love Songs Broken in
Some Kind of Black Pearl World
Red Shoes Dance Home with the Witch-Way Girl
Decoded, Fragile Love Songs Broken in
Free Agents' Escape Dossier, you’re handed free tokens
Red Shoes Dance Home with the Witch-Way Girl
Vapid Vanilla Kisses, Black Marzipan my Villain's Secret Kisses Unfurl
Free Agents' Escape Dossier, you’re handed free tokens
Love’s Bullets melting Hot Ice Heart
Vapid Vanilla Kisses, Black Marzipan my Villain's Secret Kisses Unfurl
Diamond Hieroglyphics My Windows on Your World
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
"rara avis in terris nigroque simillima cygno"
"Subway"/Peter Murphy
https://youtu.be/iiUOUNubUW4
https://genius.com/Peter-murphy-subway-epilogue-lyrics
Another freaking cold Canadian winter's day
BUT that glorious warm sun makes it almost okay
Temps are frigid
Reminds me of Brigitte
But that's another part of my private dossier
One person has read all of my recent poems.
Wonder who it was. Is there a way to find out?
Orange Stained Shower According To Dossier
Trump constantly criticized when he had complained;
Counted disturbing days while in office he remained;
Horrible habits possessed,
While being obsessed;
Shower he then took in Russia was orange stained.
Jim Horn
Narrow Minded and Perfunctory
Is short-sighted, narrow minded and perfunctory,
And then Trump inserted lies into his each story;
A weird sort,
Someone did abort;
Only President permanently remaining in purgatory.
Which is worse. Tower of Babel or Tower of Trump
in a golden shower in a dossier.
Jim Horn
Trump Came Down Crashing
Trump out in anger has been lashing;
Causes things to come down crashing;
Took a pause;
Then lost cause.
Nude in golden shower when splashing.
Jim Horn
This my 4,545th poem Lived at 4545
Hampshire Avenue from 1951 to 1961
in Norview, Norfolk, VA when I joined
the Air Force in August.
Have to check out his dossier.
Golden Shore
Not only has Trump been totally inept,
Likes golden showers while he slept;
Other odd things;
In sleep he sings,
And at being a big ass is very adept.
This was indicated in a dossier,
I have heard some people say;
Broke laws;
Lost cause;
With him do have much dismay.
Jim Horn
“A” less Museless Poem
(a lipogram)
How is to be without;
the use of my muse?
Will it be the bedrock
of future thoughts?
Would it be foreboding;
or be more-or-less just.
To shorten this penury;
of my written text.
I need thoughts to flow
from both hemispheres
to the mighty pen.
To be delivered upon
This folio of one sheet
Printed with electronic ink
referent to the book; no
criterion to the tome; no
The proto-dossier; yes
Of mine on going discovery
To plot and etch written
To-morrows upon this my
One sheet of electronic vellum; is
The conundrum to use only 24 letters;
Should be quite the simple feet.
A white dossier is neither a manual for a pilot on a pivotal stand nor a baking tray waiting for butter. Criss cross ducking on an angled penned out sketch. Drawing a ruin is not a clever idea for ruins are raving and raving is a radiant rather real rhombus reaching radical radios rationally. But a tall ironed turban is a fanciful cheese at a party wrapped in silky golden studded bread paper. And the tissues are to be halted at the wide gates for they are increasingly dangerous when they are wet and wet is not rain, oil, or paint. It is the will of the course on a cross country that spans over 12, 650, 901 miles. And a kilometre is neither a kayak nor a kaleidoscopic kale. Making a mark on a moonlit mortality. And the ship goes beep beep beep in complete unison with an underground bus. Boom then. Bull bringing bombs baking beasts. And a ponytailed servant mouse peeking from a window in shrewd observation of the spectacular show below in a glow and in goblets grunting. Give no iron fists talon to a bluebird balancing on a jelly bean. Hahaha washing windows will water wallabies. Hahaha spoon dancing with a grape. Xxxxxx consequentialism
Your promises fall to the ground like autumn leaves.
They are like the drops in an ocean, Or the stars in the sky.
The crust on a pie so easily broken.
Your lips may move but the truth stays hidden away.
I dont need lie detectors, Just my ears.
No torture chambers or dossier of lies
No more sons need to die
Always remember a politians promises, Are like snow flakes they will melt away
Until the next illegal war comes to take your young soldiers away
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