Keep it explicit,
tell me what you are feeling;
Go ahead and swear;
Any word you choose to use
I will not be offended;
Be brave, show yourself;
No, aggression won't melt me;
A strong sounding board
never breaks under pressure;
With a hit nothing shatters;
Stay controversial;
Call it what it really is
I will still listen;
On this I remain extreme,
stay kind with an open mind.
i want to be like the girls online
the girls you searched for
sought out on your websites
terms put together in incoherent order
shopping for your perfect prize
which one, which video
curves, lips, thighs, belly, big doe eyes-
her.
she’s the one.
the one that isn’t me.
i want to be like the girls online
no insecurities spoken
(that would kill the mood)
no tears shed
(unless that’s what YOU want)
no complains, no i don’t knows, no buts,
no second guessing no birth control
noperiodsnobodyhairnowomanhood-
if that’s what it takes,
why won’t
my performances work?
i want to be like the girls online
the ones you keep fantasizing about
teasing you with every angle, giggle, moan
you touch yourself and she’s who you want oh and she smiles at the camera and
you smile back at her and
you love her she loves you back and
you finish.
and it wasn’t me,
it was the girl online.
the one that isn’t me.
and she’s like beautiful,
and i can’t blame you.
and i want to be one of the girls online.
I wonder what will it feel like,
When I reach the topmost stair of my childhood dreams.
If I would be satisfied with the long run,
Or I would regret my choice type.
I wonder what will it feel like,
To conquer all the hurdles and to taste the sweet success.
If my happiness would be explicit,
Or I will just pretend due to the exhaustion of a long ride.
I wonder what will it feel like,
To be besieged with the smell of victory.
But even if the end might not feel like a magnificent triumph,
The journey I sailed through
Would be the greatest accomplishment.
(The Lamb)
My lungs empty, no longer inflate
This timid mind, cannot feel hate
I’m so confused
don’t understand money
grazing the fields
was my milk and honey
Flails my skin, keeps everything tight
Slices out my heart, this very night
I’m terrified here
without a clue
Helpless and lost
but what can I do
Gathers me close, cuts into ribbons
I’m already dead, that’s a given
You bleed me out
I cannot object
My life is over
onto the next
(Me)
Am I evil
I am man
Am I evil
I’m a man
Am I evil
They where only lambs
Am I evil
Yes fu-ck it goddamn
in hindsight I am
By
David Kavanagh
For my poetry reading today.
No sense in rhyming my poems.
Words must be clear and explicit.
There message a meaning explains.
Why it happened and had occured.
Keep poems safe sane and secure,
Also short and simple while sweet.
Set an example for others to follow
Free from sin and prepare new home.
God has a huge home in heaven
Speak so dear and perfectly clear.
Someday soon you will see my son
While waiting in heaven to meet you.
Now can relax and worry no more,
Knowing what God has done for me
Which was that I should realize.
Should again and again exercise.
I have the outhouse in view
I had grandma’s squirrel stew
Dessert was a tart
I will not dare fart
I will sit in my own pew
*in honor of Jan's Birthday tomorrow*
I'm going to try one more time
To write an intellectual rhyme
Some with complicated words
Most of which I've never heard
Words that cudgel my brain
So I can deliberate and strain
My antediluvian brain
To think from a new perspective
Endeavour to be more selective
Perhaps I should keep improvising
These sesquipedalian words are so misguiding
It would save much more time
To stick (or adhere) to my simple rhyme
AN EXPLICIT VISIT
A happy man was our old Benny,
Who loved to save another penny,
Always bought the same to eat
A roll and ham, never a treat,
The taxman had his eye on Benny!
He paid our friend a fateful visit,
Ben, hear you save over the limit,
Sir, said Benny, as I am told,
You take all, even our gold
God Bless, your presence is explicit!
Entered for Carolyn Devonshire poetry contest – tax and finance limerick
Explicit Trump Is Illicit
Not only do we want to be complicit,
We also have enjoyed being explicit;
When will shout,
Drum him out;
What Trump did is completely illicit.
Jim Horn
If from VMI you will know what a
drumming out is.
This sh** makes me f*******g insane,
I'm gonna cut somebodies throat,
Or wrap a belt around it until they f*****g choke,
Maybe, tie them up somewhere,
setting them on fire,
Hanging the mtha fcker from a tree,
using rusted barbed wire,
Beating in their f***g face,
to the point of un recognition,
Or draining them of all their blood,
inside their moms kitchen,
Sadistic thoughts of the family,
sitting all around,
Just to ensure their screams and cries,
are the bastards last f***g sound,
I wanna tape their eyes open,
and stitch their filthy mouth shut,
I know by now everyone is running,
thinking this b**** is f****d up,
Not near as bad as this thought of,
making their loved one do the deed,
and if they don't wanna cooperate,
they can just watch each other bleed,
Maybe I will leave it in my memory,
or should it be recorded?
I'll send a copy, 1st class to their mom's
b***** should have had them aborted!
BOOM BOOM
give me some room
can't f***g breath
with all these gunpowder fumes
guns blastin off
like my mouth poppin to
shut the f*** up up b****
I wasn't talkin bout you
fell off for a minute
the wagon got crowded
much like my mind
and I couldn't allow it
had to jump off
before others got shoved
f*** all yal actin
like yal showin me love
I'm about to be trippin
on a vacation to take
go the wrong directions
that'll be my mistake
back to this blastin
pistol to mouth
you don't really know me
or what I'm about
so back the f*** off me
I just need space
keep comin around
and this pistol you'll taste
I've never written a Love poem before;
Well, here it goes:
I have fallen in love with you
- So, how well did I do?
Explicit Perfect Example to Follow
How much time should I take to devote
To poets and glad I have then to quote
Amy my poems theirs start to buffer
Though at times things get tougher.
What if I were to agitate and aggrandize
And even at times personally plagiarize
But another thing I forgot to mention
Never ever was it my original intention.
While you take this for what it is worth
God who is sovereign over our earth
There are times my head seems hollow
God is always perfect example to follow.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Germany was home of the poets and thinkers.
My Horn family was originally from Rothenberg,
Germany.
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Covers uncovers
skins of mostly selfish acts –
four-cornered romance
November 16, 2008
Enlarged obsession,
pictured odors of desire.
Too bad, they are flat.
November 16, 2008
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