If you can’t think of something to do, I will find you something.
Our mother’s edict to us girls, and she was the queen.
To this day neither my sis or I can settle down
We are known as Energizer Bunnies all over town.
Multi-tasking is second nature to both of us.
We are ridiculous overachievers, but don’t make a fuss.
If we are not busy, doing three things, we are dead or asleep.
Mother’s edict and threat landed way down somewhere deep.
If I ask you once to shower thyself
Would you choose to be my heart or soul of yourself?
If I permit you my innocence to manifest oneself
Would you decorate it with the flowers or pant with itself?
If you are blessed to mold your figure
Would you choose to be my thought or muse of yourself?
If I edict your radiation to the garden of life
Will you breathe like a blushing rose or the petals of your own self?
If I insist on the wholeness of your being
Would you choose to be a dove or your own love ?
If you are ever visible for once
Will you be after the world or the world itself?
Ps: PalwashaSharif
Dick was watching a drug addict
And dared to his next act predict;
Dick's bet: Addict would rich smiles beam
To show off teeth that like gold gleam.
But this the Zonked Guy did not do.
"Please, can't I meet lions in Zoo?
For so much I've heard of their strength
But can mine stretch to a full length!"
Just plain! there should be an edict:
Do not drug fighters contradict.
Predict An Edict Horn Haiku
what we will predict
was contained in an edict
itself contradict
Jim Horn
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God Eloquently Declared An Edict
God eloquently declared an edict;
What about Trump He will predict,
Was thine,
Not mine;
Of interest did end up in a conflict.
Jim Horn
Trump Did Declare An Edict
We had heard Trump did declare an edict;
While reading word for word would depict,
Must confess,
A mass mess;
Each lie exposing the other will contradict.
Jim Horn
Predict An Edict
What we must be able to do is predict,
What erudite really had made the edict;
Same old song;
Never wrong;
Who were the people that they picked.
Jim Horn
LOVE ...
Is a many-chambered prison
That we go to willingly ...
And our sentences are dispatched
By those we trust ...
With the keys.
Gaining momentum of where violent winds blow
a pursuit of perpetual mishaps took its toll
cawing with ferocious hunger as to a crow
on carcasses piling up, an answer on their call
This affliction embedded, stalking from behind
the creeps kept crawling with goose bumps entailing
like a ride of your life but stepped brakes on a grind
that climax ended, left no more but nothing
Superstitions are chimes rustling across a mile
like deafening echoes bouncing back and forth
Esoteric rationale versed in a trial
widely embraced by folks of corners to north
Arrogant egos hiding in their own hard shell
of traditions, so remote within a closed door
up with towering walls, chants of an hexing spell
blessed by hot scorches, the accursed emperor
No plausible cure for this terminal illness
Ignorance's the prophylactic for the masses
like blood, it will circulate throughout our body
all to become puppets, a total debauchery.
If possession is nine-tenths of the law
entirely, you're mine
though cosmically, empirically
we lack the ties that bind
For naught these thoughts
escape me through the river of the day
while every beryl and burst of you
contain me as they stay
And while the very air we breathe
is cycled through our distance
I know that even air succumbs
to love in sweet resistance
If possession is nine-tenths of the law
then what am I to do?
for obligingly, surprisingly
I now belong to you.
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