My heaven, yes that kind of heaven was between
his lips when he sang those songs to me,
his guitar strings sounded like ocean waves and his voice the rumble of thunder, a perfect bullet poisoning my soul a billion times,
it was like I was addicted to it.
My kind of heaven was hearing those words like
i love you before and after midnight,
his tongue tasted like vanilla when he was sweet,
when it was sunny, when the weather turned and nobody was there,
just me, him and his cat.
My home was too far away, my dreams were in my suitcase, my spoken words and my thoughts still smell like his kisses,
no one knows, but even if I'm happy and alone now,
I'm a bit like a chryseis, a slave to those memories, of happy faces and promises we never kept.
after a delay
did end up eating filet
best in world they say
A Senryu Horn Haiku
Slow Spread Or Do End Up Dead
be sure to slow spread
or else you may end up dead
which is what God said
Jim Horn
End Up At Ballot Box
Around in water were known to motor,
After we had become a great boater;
Found a campaign;
People were insane;
Went to ballot box and became a voter.
Jim Horn
Where We Should End Up At
Your opinion to me feel free to give
Will accept it as long as I may live
When both opinions are combined
Things can understand all well-defined.
God much guidance to us He gave
Encouraging us much more to crave
Must be a process that is on going
Down this should never be slowing.
Set and performance a constant pace
In between have to allow enough space;
Understand how much we may endure
To end up home safe, sane and secure.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
End Up Going Down the Drain
Have you heard nature trying to call
Went out and wrote poem off the wall
About fool flying into wide open space
Searching for human race all over the place.
I really had begun to blow my big stack
Said that human race I was trying to track
We found was going forward and very fast
Wondering how long human race would last.
Poems we put on fast forward had left behind
Designed for you to have much peace of mind
Would poem of mine actually get out of line
And while writing it we did wine and dine.
Desire to write poem had an urgent urge
Desire to do it out of my mind did purge
There was the desire lying before my feet
And when we did, it was done Dutch treat.
Will write poem in exchange for one of yours
And if throughout eternity yours endures
Will put off writing poem so we can wait
Trying to see the one that will be great.
Oh my goodness and what here on earth
None only nothing at all were my poems worth
Over whole world wanted my poems to reign
All they did was end up going down the drain.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Will End Up Dead
If I have done all of my math,
There is no end to God's wreath
Especially when you were wrong;
Life you led will not be for long.
Of breath, did detect a shortness
And realized I had so much to miss
When my Lord I refused to let lead
Who has so many mouths to feed.
So will shut mine and to Lord listen;
With Him world always does glisten
But somewhere in the Bible I had read
When you live in sin will end up dead.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Old Veteran and Poet
Copyright © 2016 James Horn
Golf Balls Did End Up Under
I just looked outside and saw so much rain
And hope that it all will go down the drain
Until one day again it finally did level off
We could play another great game of golf.
Fairways together each green should link
But when you walk on water and start to sink
Much difficulty surely soon started to see
What would your adjusted handicap be?
Through all of the rule books I have sifted
Nothing was said about being air-lifted
Fairways forgotten and had been skipped
While all of the water flowed and dripped.
To me complete conclusion it now brings
When you may need pair of water wings
Do be prepared in case of a big blunder
When below golf bag and balls go under.
When your balls are below water that
sounds pretty high filuting to me.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
End Up Having to Die
Was on trail and ended up being erratic
Back an forth seemed to be my tactic
When enemy had been trying to confuse
His weakness to my advantage wanted to use.
God Himself helped me to get a great grip
Prepared me to be going on a long trip
And in and out of trouble me would bring
When I was in search of a certain thing.
What that subject may be only I knew
Then all of a sudden from out of the blue
My eyes now started to get a firm fix
On a bar someone called the Check Six.
Not sure if six is a direction or a step
Like six-thirty low, fast pace or clip
Am sure to this there must be a meaning
When off into space plane went careening.
Got you covered is what it turned out to be
And stay in formation and don't break free
If you did do I have heard that this is why
You will someday end up having to die.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran abd Poet
Not End Up Being
They say that she is such a pretty princess
And in my business I am poor and penniless
Maybe what I should do is to stop yakking
Up and down river soon start kayaking.
Will begin taking pictures of birds and bees
Some swimming in water or in tall trees (Egrets)
Others bearing eggs are building a new nest
Others sit in shade getting some much needed rest.
Often it has been known to be a big battle
When up and down river I do try to paddle
And even though thousand times have tried
I always end up going against opposing tide.
This is safest and most perfect thing for me
Now I won't be washed completely out to sea
While I am utterly paddling with persistence
And always will be running into much resistance.
What I did was decide to take my neighbor along
Just in case if anything were to ever go wrong
So that me with poor shape and physical health
Will never be alone ending up all by myself.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/not_end_up_being_695550
Where shall I go?
I am stuck right here, and not many people know
I am trying to escape, but I am told that is not the way to go
I want to stay in this hole, but responsibility drags me out
Why must I have to feel this way? I always have a doubt
I am trying to find ways to get help
Friends, family, doctors, and counselors, just hanging on my belt
Sometimes I think badly, so bad I get scared
Even though scared has always been here, I still try to care
So why does it bother me, and why do I hate it?
Look at me, listen to me, it is because my self-esteem has been hit.
I look back at the photos realizing I was crazy for thinking what I thought
But now it is still reality, I have become my own sadness, and that is exactly what I caught.
Have to End Up in Hell
Paradise seems perfectly plain and clear
For me, will never be no where near
With rising gas prices and terrible taxes
Bound to bother and surely not relax us.
From the looks of each new politician
Starving voters putting them on nutrition
Program while we are being taken in
And they feed fine faces again and again.
Should I really start a poetry society
Have to take test to determine sobriety
And, we all know blooming consequence
Of course, we end up on right side of fence.
While on dried up vine we start to whither
Sleek politician away does slither and slither
Becoming a case cruel people call mental
Ends up in palace that is a presidential.
So what if it is the White House instead
While we love living here in our shed
Some loser who time could tell not
Nine peaceful people in church he shot.
What in world are we coming to these days?
They were in God's house giving Him praise
Could God a soul like losers really compel?
To disappear from us and end up in hell.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
End Up Rubbing You Wrong
A buzzard can be compared to an assumption
Central theme on their mind is consumption
And they never will ever leave you alone
Until all of the meat is picked to the bone.
Now that there is not a thing left at all
Mouth is stuffed full and can no longer call
On ground, he is too heavy and will wallow
Until deciding that he did have to swallow.
So the very same goes for ego and pride
Even though all tricks of trade you tried
Piece of poem in mouth is like a putrid song
Rousing your feathers while rubbing you wrong.
Almost sounds like some politicians I know.
End Up on Relief
Have all my poetry friends heard the latest
Poets like them thinking they are the greatest
And I have accepted this as being a fact
Enjoyed my humor and some has been hacked.
Got data from my computer not being there's
Definitely was with an attitude of who cares
And could less regardless of who they are
My poems made them become a rising star.
Pulitzer Prize they even ended up winning
Just like me became the bright beginning
Starting a new era in poetry and also fad
That could contain pictures by using CAD.
Hope my statement is loud as well as clear
And what in the world are we doing here?
Being proof my poems are beyond belief
And with them no one has had a beef.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
End Up in Eternity
What may set my whole mind into motion?
It is when I do give God my daily devotion
That proceeds to go forward day by day
So God can continue hearing what I say.
In my each poem there is a certain form
Of words coming together creating a storm
Invading whole world and into each mind
And to nothing or fact will they be blind.
No matter which way my mind might bend
Into meager body shivers God will send
When I think of all the things He can do
Appear to be many and more then a few.
Soon you will absorb each and every one
And realize in your life what God has done
No wonder how sweet your life will now be
Then also eventually ending up in eternity.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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