My son is an exact duplicate of me
In all respects born under the same tree
He's a bit more extreme
Owns a bigger dream
But really quite similar way down deep
An Exact Fact Will Enact
was part of an act
so exact fact must enact
and remain intact
Jim Horn
A-crostic
Z-one
U-ses
C-elebrant's
E-xact
N-ame
A-s
D-edication
E-mploys
L-itterateur's
A-nnual
M-essage
A-bout
T-he
A-ffair
Topic: Birthday of Azucena dela Mata (March 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Feel more
Sense core
Love heals
Be still
Touch each
Fine reach
Be clear
Prize cheer
Watch wit
Groom fit
Word well
Love tells
Sculpt art
Feel heart
Soul knows
What flows
Gaze grand
Dear friend
Leon Enriquez
10 September 2019
Singapore
L-ove
U-ses
I-ts
J-oy
I-n
E-xact
M-oment
I-f
L-ife
A-bates
N-egativity
Topic: Birthday of Luijie M. Milan (December 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-essages
A-re
R-emembering
Y-our
A-nnual
N-atal
N-iceness
F-inding
E-xact
L-ines
I-n
P-roper
E-xpression
Topic: Birthday of Mary Ann Felipe (January 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
T-he
H-eart's
E-xact
R-hythm
E-xpresses
S-weet
A-ffection
A-nd
N-ot
N-egative
M-otion
O-f
O-ne's
R-aging
E-motion
Topic: Poetess (Theresa Ann Moore)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
R-esearch
O-n
D-efinite
E-xact
R-eality
I-s
C-omplete
K-nowledge
P-rocess
A-s
S-ystematic
C-heck
U-ses
A-ccurate
L-earning
Topic: Birthday of Roderick G. Pascual (May 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
D-o write the exact sentence,
H-iding not a single word;
A-im to show the statement,
I-f the line is actually heard.
E-agerly tell the exact sentence,
S-o the truth will not be twisted;
G-ive the particular fact,
U-se not the lies from evil head.
E-arly twenty-sixth of November,
R-eport the event in good sense;
R-ead first to fully understand,
A-im to say the exact sentence.
E-xact words of the verse
R-each the seeking eyes;
W-isdom written within
I-s meaningful and
N-ice.
T-hirteenth of November Monday,
A-n ode touches the readers;
N-ew acrostic is penned in exact words of the verse.
React To An Exact Fact
Are many ways we can react,
To sound and presence of a fact,
You have found and about read.
Cover from it you should shed
Easier will be to end up exact.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
G-reat amount of ecstasy
I-s exact to the occasion;
N-ice greeting and regard
A-re part of celebration.
W-ishes that are sent
H-ave brought pure delight;
I-t's the thousand thrill
T-hat takes away the night.
A-ugust twenty-sixth morn
C-auses perfect guarantee;
R-apture has just measured
E-xact amount of ecstasy.
The crepuscular radiant sun rays
are being subdued by penumbra
to conceal their exuberant image
that still is seen in halcyon glory;
it vows the envious meadows draped in daisies
that are incapable of absorbing all of the opulent
shades of the sky emitting glares of fading radiance.
Many desultory thoughts of an unapproved theory
viciously battle in the mind of the cynical,
who hears the sonorous song of the perched
grey thrushes which glorify God with notes;
nothing he sees is neither persuasive nor visceral.
Why is Man so stubborn in his belief,
so tormented by feelings of jealousy
towards Him who gave everything
freely? He rejects His gift assuming
an appearance of invincibility,
a self-made image of divinity...
the exact embodiment of Lucifer.
Written on 2/ 1/2016
Exact Precise Right Word
Yes, it surely is your and my number;
No matter where we sleep or slumber
Poems of ours are about to spring forth
From either East, West. South or North.
Our each and every poem still share;
All of them are beyond compare;
From their beginning to very end
Into state of ecstasy they will send.
Although abnormal we both may be
With each other always will agree
In one more thought it has occurred
We ended up with exact precise, right word.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
www.story-telling-around-the-world.com
It would be odd
but somehow comforting
knowing the exact moment
when I die
yet live on.
No, not a resurrection
or reincarnation,
but rather a destruction
of the facades I live behind.
Do you think what I see
in another’s eyes is real?
Or In the mirror each morning?
Do you believe that what
others see of me is the truth?
The answers are always “no.”
I am made of reference to myself.
I keep my true self from myself,
not even knowing who I am
until I am “in extremis,”
when I act without regard or filter,
when hard pain
or the pain of others
or death
or birth
or joy
or deep love
or touching God,
as did St. Joan inside the fire,
strips away vestiges of my last defenses.
I think about this:
To have a film,
made by some cosmic cinematographer,
capturing the instant
of subtraction of all my masks,
to be able to relive the moment
they are stripped from me,
to see the eyes that see me,
to see me,
to see it happen,
to know when it’s done.
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