Life is all about leverage
both overt and implied
To move the world ever forward
and sail the highest tide
Subtle it nudges intention
exerted our missteps reclaimed
It magnifies every action
— restoking fortuity’s flame
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
Freeing The Verse
To have a poem
but not the words
To bring the message
home
Intention firm
and feelings clear
But silence
sits the throne
Awaiting vowels and consonants
regifted from a sage
A marble block of verbiage
to sculpt upon the page
And once each phrase has taken form
it’s wed to feelings true
To free the verse that faithful waits
— unheard inside of you
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
A REVIVAL OF INTEREST-:-
invoked
conflated
traditional
linguistic
vocabulary
in REDISCOVERED POETICS
exerted
fascinations
without
contemporary
custom
&BEAUTIFYING TALENTS
exerting
precious
proportionate
passionate
translations
It jolts and shakes as it carroms around,
my joints seethe at the pressure exerted,
it rips upward until high off the ground,
I hear the excited cries of my kid.
Oh, to be young, and has such a grand time,
to not feel pain lance as my brains shakes up,
nor to feel unnerved with every decline,
the stomach rises, holding back gets tough.
Up at a high point nearby hills flash by,
start to understand why folks get car-sick,
once things like this made me feel alive,
at least for my son it still does the trick.
We plunge and I hear a sound like thunder,
this was much more fun when I was younger…
A million times I've pulled the trigger.
A million times the voices quiver,
but every time they come again.
They can't be killed, there is no end.
Is all then lost, no hope at all?
Of course there is, by means so small.
For somewhere in this empty soul
the threads of who I am control.
Shear will exerted, through the fray
the voices flee as I do and say
that which is right, denying me.
My only hope for sanity.
My only hope eternally.
Will I be them... or will I be me?
Visually impaired - I view the mirrors
The effect - I danced in life
Colors - Hues impressed my very soul
I became the artist -I painted
Love of life's beauty - realism indeed
Even the flower the challenge at most
Sanity within me as I push brush
Exerted up all night it takes a toll
Teachers- astounding bringing best
But yet I see the critique in me built
Esteem developed it is the roll
I too cultivate some derogatory weed
I paint views -. Opinions , it's a test
IQ in painting challenges the mind
Imagery I still see that prism of colors
Hues in front of me, yet still I find
That the warms and cools I stroke
Yet should I charcoal first too
The beloved conte then broke!!!
It shattered the mind - ideas now
In a bind......
Taking Advice
Written: by Miracle Man
October 7, 2021
I awoke one morning and with yard chores flirted,
paying later that day for energy exerted.
I had done some things which I’d been told not to do,
but advice from Doctors I will sometimes eschew.
It led to thoughts of quality, of present life,
and these thoughts often cut like a surgical knife.
Sometimes I feel just like a broken down old dunce,
then I convince myself that I only live once.
It matters not how I die but life steps taken,
which will determine the place where I’ll awaken.
Romans 8: 38-39 KJV
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life,
nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers,
nor things present, nor things to come,
nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature,
shall be able to separate us from the love of God,
which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
major decision
use poetic precision
with my permission
bishop suffragan
right hand person of bishop
who makes things happen
as well as abuse
an abortion may misuse
constantly confuse
must accept challenge
or by it may be consumed
right down to last once
God always with me
set free from futility
with humility
always be laid back
people should never pressure
let them have own way
be sure that you know
things became the way they are
never existed
when Holy Spirit
is in our very presence
we will be assured
has humility
when God had shown done on me
from sin was set free
up from dirt did peep
then our wheat slowly would creep
eaten by some sheep
had been some big gaps
causing building to collapse
result big mishapse
we were in search of
success that future had held
we were sure to find
we always did know
time much effort exerted
while we goal would seek
Jim Horn
Pressure, tension, exerted, apply, bring to distress
It can either bring you to total duress
Or strengthen you to do your best.
When they cry unto the Lord in sincere
They will find Him who is near
He bring us our of our mess
And cause us to do our best.
I must confess, sometimes I'm not at rest
Stress comes, I call from the fall
Through it all I stand tall
My trouble may double
But I walk under His cover.
The blessing of the Lord brings wealth
And He adds no trouble with it.
The tongue has the power of life and death
And those who love it will eat its fruit.
With the tongue we praise Him
And with the tongue we curse men
Who have been made in His image.
It should not be, don't you see
Your mess of stress or your best at rest
I must confess, I am at rest
and I will do my best.
M aking believe that you're doing just fine,
A llowing only your best deeds to shine.
S aying what everyone wants to hear,
Q uickly quashing any sign of fear.
U gly emotions swiftly tamped down,
E nergy exerted in preventing a frown.
R eality is you are quite a mess,
A nxiety fills you, makes you feel "less".
D on't give in to that lie, it is not true.
E liminate your masks and be the real you.
4/13/21
For Brian Strand's August Poetry contest
No more civility! For now, before that historic doom,
To fathomless, dark perdition let’s hurl their big-assed b.i.t.c.h.e.s.*
For such filthy creatures on earth there ought to be left no room.
These shameless global terrorists that in quest of dream riches
Have settled in the Middle East for almost a hundred years
Now with Heaven’s sure assistance we shall cast into ditches.
They ascribe to us their own name and the sleeping world that hears
Approves of their barefaced slaughters — regrettably — and terrors.
No more tolerance! Let’s show them what then in both hemispheres
Real terror is! Cows of the world do not see the grave errors
In the nuclear conventions. They have lost a dearest horse
But ignore the beast and look for its saddle. What peace-carers!
Arms are deemed bad but who on earth has ever exerted force
Against the red-handed butchers who possess them and use them?
No more delay! Mercy on them shall surely lead to remorse.
11.29.2020
* Mike Pompeo, Mike Pence, Donald Trump, Benjamin Netanyahu, and Arab petty puppets
No comments, please!
Heavy rain! Oh, heavy rain!
Though you've exerted all your strength
None of us could be flushed into the ocean
Left Tampa bound for home
And though all caution we exerted,
We've landed in Virginia
Since our flight has been diverted.
La Guardia said no more flights
Could land and so we skirted
The airspace that surrounds it,
All the pilots thus alerted.
Though naturally I'm glad that
Awful weather's been averted,
The passengers, including me,
Are rather disconcerted.
My hope is that the thunderstorms
Will somehow be subverted;
If not, you'll hear some curses
Which my lips will like have spurted.
A young girl backed into my zipper
On a bus too crowded for kipper
With pressure exerted
My little thing spurted
What seemed to be from the Big Dipper!
Had been hearing about a blatant blurb,
Efforts exerted so they can find an herb;
Tried and tried;
He lied and lied;
Trump's idiotic cravings it now can curb.
Jim Horn
Last Straw in Berries
In some berries, we found the last straw,
And a picture of it we would try to draw;
Picture was fine,
Of a straight line,
Had heard some did slide down her bra.
Jim Horn
Had been hearing about a blatant blurb,
Efforts exerted so they can find an herb;
Tried and tried;
He lied and lied;
Trump's idiotic cravings it now can curb.
Jim Horn
Wrote many poems now and way back
When, but seems like I did loose track;
Some caste aside;
Others had to hide,
Want to view poems each has a crack.
Jim Horn
Way up high my mind started to soar,
Above some sandy and pretty shore;
Birds flew;
Quite a few;
Loved it and want to do much more.
Jim Horn
Trump A Tiny Tot On Trial
Trump always did seem so infantile;
That was his manner and also style;
Diapers does need,
Which will impede;
Can you imagine him being on trial.
Jim Horn
To difficulty Jesus was no stranger;
Horse did bit him while in manager;
Never corrupt;
Grew up abrupt;
Turned table on a money changer.
This is where expression turn table
on someone came from. You have
to take turns turning tables though.
Jim Horn
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