When I'm young
I'm gaining time
When I'm old
I'm losing time
Oh time, my friend
You're my love
My partner
My shadow
My evidence in life
We live together
We work together
We retire together
Now when I'm old
I hope we adventure together
Share together happiness and sadness
Oh, long life my friend
Hope you're fetching me with you
One woman wanted to fetch the river
So she couldn't come again to fetch water
Her big pot got full quickly
She seemed taking booze early
She got angry and left without water
MAY 16/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored
By Tania Kictchin
Our knees freely sweat
and our hearts go thump
For a fetching feline
we plunge deep into debt
We think we're so macho
nerves and muscles of steel
Truth is we're like putty
in the path of high heels
They're stronger than we are
That much I'll concede...
But why must they make
our pocketbooks bleed
I lie in my back, mouth open wide,
hoping to breathe out my feelings
I seem to be taking more in, hence no change occurs.
All my days I wake hoping to have different feelings,
But this heart is always heavy, it’s under Thor’s hammer
I can’t free myself from the burns inside, the negativity
Roots are too thick, can’t plunge them out.
No matter how long I breathe there’s no reaction,
Except looking like a fool.
My only wish is to take it out , destroy it ,then create a clean one
A heart that has never beared pain, that knows no sorrow.
Fools hope I know, because as long as I live I will have to experience
the brutality of life. What then? I can’t stop being human, can I ?
The tragedies are what maketh the man.
But I won’t stop lying in my back and breathing it out,
Because what’s a human without hope?
up you are catching
while our dog had been fetching
my poem was sketching
Jim Horn
King Spring
mass grass
stalls fall
Bird Herds
crows row
ducks cluck
Heel Zeal
toes pose
neat feet
Fey May
pink blinks
green queen
Paper Caper
no rolls
swipe wipes
3/22/20
A little kiss, a little Miss.
All she wanted was a little kiss.
Batting her eyes at all the guys
Laughing and winking as they walked by.
Hoping a strapping young fellow
Would sweep her away in her dress of yellow.
A fair maiden is she
But a far away land was he.
To her mother she began to cry
"Stop that my dear. She said. and keep batting those eyes!"
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