Within the still of the seismic storms,
are voices lost of exhausted echoes…
Where words diminutively degrade,
amidst the condescending copious cyclone;
For upon the swarms of silent whispers,
mounting with ranting ruins of meadows moss…
And in the distance sacrificial screams are heard,
thus they faintly fade and are blown into oblivion;
Crystalline cries that never shout,
passing by arrogant air and egoistical ears…
Bouncing off calumnious Cathedral chambers,
surfacing on idolized ignominious ignorance;
For amongst their desolate drought of will,
their testimonial tears standing surreal…
Ten thousand neighbors, maybe more,
In their difference find their calling;
With vaulted voices silent they encroach,
for all is quiet in the eye of the storm…
And thus their catapultian chatter turns the tides,
Surreptitious storms scatter poetic justice thrown.
July.24.2019
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Categories:
egoistical, silence, storm, voice,
Form: Free verse
Shadows in dark corners, silhouetted figures
Floating down corridors of protected power,
Sanctuary for schemers and hungry vultures
Circling impoverished prey for them to devour,
grey suits that compliments their complexion
Their dark thoughts, intentions flow through their head
egoistical aims to promote re-election
to Westminster palace, blue,yellow green or red,
Political Party machines turn, produce laws
by invisible people in air conditioned
Rooms, payed for by my hard work and yours
For them to squander on favoured requisitioned,
Pacts and treaties sort on sports grounds,
amendments enhance ideological thoughts,
for power, to promote wealth has no bounds
anything in their way, they have high courts,
Power is the game, wealth is their ultimate aim,
to rule by fear, threats, to impoverish people,
World Politics are played, their goal exact same,
Why do we allow them to be so deceitful?
Categories:
egoistical, abuse, betrayal, political, power,
Form: Rhyme
By God Were Blessed
Things are out of place and seem so strange
All of them we should change and re-arrange
So continuously agreeable soon start to be
Deeply loved and favored by you and me.
If everyone were welcomed and reassured
What was well-planned became preferred
Choice and way in future will do each thing
Love hearing songs a bird starts to sing.
All our desires and goals we would fulfil
With all of God's ways along with His will
Why become egoistical or be obsessed
Best things happen when by God are blessed.
Jim Horn
I just met Jon Freeman and his parents at
St. James Episcopal last Sunday and wrote
this poem for them.
Categories:
egoistical, appreciation, encouraging,
Form: Couplet
Just let me stress
I'm okay with all the anxiety
Don't tell me I'm amazing
It just makes it worse
I have to be perfect
Or I'm a terrible person
I can't help this feeling
Yet I'm okay
Don't try and help
I don't trust you with a thing I say
Don't say I'm pretty
I'll just find a flaw
I can't help anything I do
It's not like I don't want to trust you
I don't have a person I can talk to
I think they're going to go behind my back
And betray me
Yet I'm okay
I hide behind being egoistical
Making people laugh is what I love
Just a smile makes me know I did something
I don't want anyone to know
I'm not okay
So for now
To everyone else
I just okay
Categories:
egoistical, anxiety, emotions,
Form: Free verse
God Has Prepared
God me for many things He has prepared
Be willing to give and with others shared
And in Devil's trap refuse to be caught
By making myself my central thought.
(Being egoistical to some people.)
God has to be at center of all things
To us, our faith, hope and love brings
Along with ability to pray and sing
Of all to us He means more than anything.
All of our attempts will never be futile
Nor body bruises in battle ever brutal
In our bodies a soul He has cemented
With His abilities that are unlimited.
God asked me to write these last three
poems for you to read and ask you for
your opinion. You can also research
through any of my poems using any
subject. Please be sure to read them.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet and
Member of Board of Vestry
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
Go to my NAME James Horn and go to READ.
Categories:
egoistical, religious, spiritual,
Form: Couplet
When two bards do meet...
Their closed minds they discreetly disclose
Tho their versions differ- in a good rapport treat;
But see to that, no ones vanity loose.
As verses from both sides do flow
They argue not- yet wont agree
Tho each one their own best, hence never do bow
As they climb each other on Mount flattery.
Is it through the hard ordeals of life's edge?
That they possess ego of egoistical sublime;
Or with the acquaintance of heavy knowledge
They take intellectual stride with the time.
There lies a truth that: to both do teach
That; Acceptance is worth the regard than anything to preach.
Categories:
egoistical, art, metaphor, passion, philosophy,
Form: Sonnet
Have A Hard Question A Day
Will this keep the psychiatrist away?
Have a hard question so here is a hint
Am an egoistical, arrogant elephant
Loves with big mouth speaking out loud
So with personality can draw a big crowd. (Not pen)
So in order to solve this whole mess
In remarks section send me your guess
While you do sing Down in the Valley
Up all your remarks I will then tally.
If total of all totals is a total disgrace
In remarks section you ran out of space
When reading this poem and finally done
Hope you will continue on to the next one.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
egoistical, hilarious,
Form: Couplet
WORLDS AND WORLDS OF TIME AGO AND BEFORE
IN EONS AND EONS OF MOMENTS OF LIVES
HAVE INHABITED, ON AND IN WORLDS OF WORLDS AROUND,
RESIDED IN WORLDS OF SEAS IN EMBRYONIC STATE
COMPLETED AND VIED WITH CRUSTACEOUS OBSCURITIES
DID DINE AND WAS CONSUMED IN BONELESS APPETITIVE ZEST
ROMPED AND CAJOLED AT PALAELITHICAL STAGES
ABIDED WITH THE GODS IN SPACES OF YORE
AND SOARED AS ETHEREAL BEING'S WITH WINGS OF ETHER
DONNED SUITS OF ROBOTIC CLOAKS OF ARMOUR
SURVIVED ELECTRICAL BARRAGES OF PERSECUTING CONTROL
DELVED IN SUBTERRANEAN HEWED CAVERNOUS CHAMBERS
AS ASTUTE EGOISTICAL TERRIFIED SCIOPHOBICAL MORTALS
TRUDGED VAST GLACIAL AND TURBULENT TORRID MORIBUND PLACES
COPULATED WITH ABORIGINAL NATURED SOULS
ROMPED WITH FREE ABANDON O'ER ALPINE HEIGHTS
THOUGHT POSTULATED, THOUGHT MADE ALL POSSIBLE
LONG BEFORE THIS WORLD WAS CREATED, I WAS.
Categories:
egoistical, introspection,
Form: Free verse