My
fourteen heft-
y hound
friends were
far from be-
ing either done
with OR (for
that matter) in-
different to the
hidden fund (one hun-
dred fifty-nine)
units) of
smell-defined innu-
endo sur-
rounding them.
Grab the steeple and pretend
The life you had would end
Months gone we move along
We still hear whispers friend
Moulded night drowns flight
Drenched withered dred
Victimized, the whites, her eyes
Consumed chemical bed
If I pretend to lie and mend
What lesson ever learned?
Escaping safety sleepy daisy
The peddles pulled and again
Echoed wave, waned moons fade
This is the darkest hour
Admitting fault and not exalt
Lies the laureled flower
Design your time and keep in mind
Evading isn't owning fate
As you had presumed this final move
Bankrupt that fatal freight
Vindictive lips once did kiss
Solemn they were a home
And forgotten passion project
Rotten to the bone
Mourning hearts mooring marks
Flee shattered scenes
Believed to be deceased at peace
Was my own response to misery
Dignity, purity, hope,
Entwined in a delicate rose.
These are the colours which hold
The futures of all women to come.
Run, run, run,
To the Free Trade Hall we run,
Eyes bright, souls lifted, the taste
Of excitement on the tip of our tongues.
Suff-ra-gette,
Was the name they gave us, scribbled
In every single newspaper, as if to say
"THESE WOMEN ARE TROUBLE."
Emm-el-ine
Pankhurst, her name. Equality, her goal.
The union, her child. The cause, her pride.
The name "SUFFRAGETTE" became our own.
Man-che-ster,
Where it all began. Where
The fires of change lit and stoked and
Spread their message in the dangerous smoke.
Da-vi-son.
Whatever became of poor Emily? I heard
It was she whose body trampled
Beneath the hooves of the King's horse.
Im-prison-ment.
Prison, the only place strong enough
To handle our emblazoned spirit. And so
They dampen it with poison down our throats.
One hun-dred
Years passed since our victory. I
am young but their strength runs through me.
My present is the history they endured.
To the women who came before,
We continue on your notion.
After all, it's "deeds, not words"
Which set the change in motion.
It’s a firework holiday,
so let’s light up the night,
wave the stars and stripes,
eat barbecue and drink bud light.
We’ll celebrate the liberties
that SCOTUS says we’ve still got
It appears they’ve all been bought
and before their terms are over
they’ll resurrect Dred Scott.
Watermelon, hot wings
we’ve even added new things,
like smash & grab lootings
and frequent random shootings.
Some Republicans want to break away
to form a less perfect union
can you form a successful nation
based on the politics of illusion?
There used to be parades
I’m told, that featured local
things, like fire fighting brigades
I guess we’re just to fractured now,
to sashay in such displays.
I bet those were the days.
.
.
Webster: Sashay = proudly walk in confident display
Of HALLOWEEN parties of college
Long, long time ago, I can remember
SILHOUETTES of skeletons filled the living room
As party goers masked in the OPEN
Their spooky night blooming with GLOOM
Spiders, bats and ghosts lurked in the DARKNESS
DESCENDING on the campus
On a first year student filled with DRED
I stood alone that night, cornered
My teeth chattering at the CREEPY crawlers
With those Jack-O-Lanterns eyes WALKING over me
I was captivated, spelled and charmed
The rites of passage firmly borne
In the morning I was no longer a wall flower
connie pachecho
10/21/22
Not for contest
More of Horn Horrendous Haiku
new account create
we found success in our fate
and then celebrate
had been incumbent
of entire government
not sure what they meant
while we had been cursed
scenario which was worst
like a bubble burst
after hard had tried
always let God be my guide
He kept me in stride
errors in report
what we did as last resort
mission would abort
what we always dred
had raised interest rate by fed
stopped using club med
cleaning section meet
and again we may repeat
wipe off toilet seat
they could quarantine
best for people always mean
betwixt and between
chickens re raising
large egg production praising
really amazing
must try to relate
After we will immigrate
then did consumate
would try to elude
while we had been very crude
being in the nude
quiet with no sound
was agony all around
fear there we had found
money may be cheap
up stock market prices creep
counted some more sheep
we then took a tour
merrimack and monitor
loved each one for sure
Jim Horn
HEIRLOOM
Unearthliness of this endless wood of colorless shadows.
I’m encompassed by the condemnation of prison bars
in the shape of ancient bark. I’m hidden where time slows
in constant consternation of wolves and diminutive stars.
The apathy of skeleton branches mocks the reverence of red.
I’m wrapped in my great-grandmother’s heirloom - its lure I dred.
My countenance cold and pale with the predilection of scars.
11/3/2018
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Situated in an embroided spacious field.
Attracting fortunes,wealth and by honey filled.
Land moistured in peace and grace forlorn.
End of strife,struggle,sickness; Goodness un-turn.
Made for all that are drilled.
Second coming; Graced with heightened failure.
Amounting pleasant pressures and did into strife lure.
Lake around,fountains abound,caressing joy.
Entrusting hope and elating reward,by love coil.
Made for all that are like crystal pure.
Shaking and weighing her pupils.
Average gone,dred-ed fall; withering daffodils-
Leisured heart,pounced soul that wealth did make.
Enjoying the company of they that ate the saviour's cake.
Made for none but they that takes the pills.
17:01:09:12:08
The history of the two hundred year war
T'was blackness at it core
A Feudal Economic plan
It good conscience it couldn't stand
Thousands died in fields of waste
Quenching its bitter taste
Edits like Dred Scott
Its effect not soon forgot
Raiding maunders of the Klug Klux Klan
Hanging trees and a poll tax plan
Atrocities committed in Rosebud
Civil Rights a justice thud
Dispensation in the name of Obama
No ending there but a coma
Today they march commemorating its story
In false glorification of its history
My father he's one of a kind
Very smart and wise.
He takes care of me everyday,
I dred every second he's away.
If we fight
I'm sorry but it's alright
Because I love you
Through day and night.
Even if you're a million miles away
We are connected anyway
With a force bigger than you think
A force that my heart brings
Why was I dead?
Something I said
Letter you'd read
Made me eat lead?
Way you were bred
Always see red
Such a hot head
Reason has fled.
Lying in bed
Anger you fed
Watched as I bled
Night we were wed.
Courtroom you pled
"Not" of instead
Telling Judge Dred
Murdered poor Fred.
No one was fooled
Saw how you drooled
Photos were shown
Corpse you had known.
Cyanide gassed
Made you a ghost
Now you're at most
Pain that has passed.
I keep my left foot in the war zone
I keep my right foot in the jungle,
While I scramble for my cheerios[ 0's }
I do it bundle by bundle,
It's the year of gettin' yo' money right
and my pockets are hollow,
I've seen street soldiers fall young
so I dismiss tomorrow,
I keep my head high as look to the sky,
Everyday is like a rerun
So am I chasing a lie?,
I've been in & out of bad places
some filled with villians & shanks,
I put love inside my pistol
But it clapped out blanks,
Because we're roamin' on a cold planet
So the block are gelid,
I anylize my visions of where i'm headed,
I regret my decision & I dred it,
And I wonder will my family mourn,
will I see the Pen again
while i'm being baptized in the storm?,
In the world it's like your days go by slow,
I don't want to miss my loved ones
so I choose to retrospect
I listen to smooth music with my closed,
I think back on my days as a youth,
in the pits of the Game
I'm wondering did they teach me the truth?
Our lives are like sand....
Not lasting long....We are a hour glass as it stands,
We are the enchantress that comes with a haunted song.
A goodbye turned all wrong,
Our once beating hearts in rhythm with the dead,
The chill of death....we do not dred,with the seeping of the window
with morning light,chasing away the darkness of the previous night.
taking with it all the evidence that we were here,And showing that light can help with
the swallowing of that bitter pill.
So long after years,mouths,and days that we have gone,
you all will still be singing that song.
Remembering the imprint we had on the world with our lives,
the table listens
dred forcing glue and nails to
throb and melt
as the color red is shunned
in public
claw feet
embedded for grinning centuries
stand silent
as birds with no feathers
drift silently to earth
with only sonic flashes
to remind the trees of their collusion
branches fall without warning
stunning rushing rivers
direction pre-determined
a gathering of hearts bend
but
their capacity for love
is never breached
as
goodness
only
grows
01/16/14
my heart it mourns
calls out to you
I think that I missed my cue
the words are silent
nothings said
this separation repeating in my head
regret, remorse, and even Dred
nothing can change what was said
wonder of what could have been
destroyed because of my fear
I really want you to know
that I wish you were here
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