The depths of insecurities
Buried with inveterate tendencies
Her words were sweet as honey
Easily succumbed to vulnerability
The final result came from pity
Satisfaction lasted for a moment
Confusion is here to stay
Life always has an object, design and answer
They are carefully placed into profile of a poem
When revealed you are always enchanted
Happiness and praise will abound intensely.
Will have to further investigate your poem
Search deeply to discover exact intent
Dreaming much will be final ultamum
Cannot resist and must persist we insist
Do not drag feet and must continue on
Will surely have to be done indefinately
Final result will end up being astonishing
Have become greatly pleased and satisified
[Inspired by ‘Stating The Obvious’
Contest but doesn’t meet the spec]
Millionaire, Bartholomew Fairfax
Admitted today, he ‘forgot’ to pay tax
Goodness gracious, well I never
Knock me over with a feather
Who’d have thought it
Pull the other one
And this from his latest press release
The girl on his arm was not his niece
You’re kidding, no way
No sh1t Sherlock, you don’t say
Tell me something I don’t know
Shut the front door, I’ll be blowed
His jewel bedecked wife in her large golden carriage
Is backing her man for the sake of their marriage
Who’d have guessed it, Gosh, who knew
Crikey, Get away with you,
Well I’m gobsmacked,
I was not born yesterday
Still to come in The News tonight
Two youths in a pub have been in a fight
And the final result in formula one...
The man in the fastest car has won
Goodness gracious, well I never
Knock me over with a feather
Who’d have thought it
Pull the other one
A pencil, a notebook,
A random reflection
Determine the course
Of a poem, its direction.
The words hop on board
Heading hither and yonder
While thoughts make decisions
To settle or wander.
Ideas tumble down
Joining rhythm in moving
As verses flesh out,
Sometimes dancing and grooving.
The final result, whether
Failed or successful,
Is like an elixir
For soothing the stressful.
Paint
The wall was full of small holes,
and imperfections.
There were gouges,
here and there.
the surface, only an echo...,
of its original beauty.
The "color" white.
Not paper, but pure;
like a winter flower.
Restoring yesterday,
a privilege!
Sometimes full of memories
past... and gone.
Yet the effort,
the work,
the labor,
creating new ones for the now,
to keep for tomorrow...
and all our future yesterdays.
A brush,
a bucket,
and the smallest drop,
of truest faith.
The final result...
a miracle!
Time restored,
and renewed.
A visual blessing,
to the eye,
and a spiritual lifting
of the heart.
Thunder and lightning last night
I got up stood on the terrace I like the streaks of light
across the dark sky the noise of Thor´s hammer
sounds like Portland a restless night.
I love the spectacles of lightning on the sky it is dangerous
truthfully, to be hit by one flaming arrow
and made into a melting rainbow, not a bad way to go.
Then came the rain.
We have been waiting for the final result of the election
it drags on and on, much ado, but the puzzles have to fit before
order descend like drizzle upon a parched land.
With God Would Consult
with God would consult
success was final result
good hand had been dealt
Jim Horn
Inquired About Being Inspired
Horn Haiku
we have inquired
enjoy when inspired
and friends acquired
to very surprise
with no one are half wise
we did realise
Need God and His Suppot
always need support
by God and Him not abort
or sell ourselves short
Did Rob Me of My Job
there are those who rob
try to take away my job
then i always sob
Tyke Who Does Like Riding Bike
once had been a tyke
who did like riding a bike
or taking a hike
Teddy Roosevelt
an abiding faith
when we will try to resolve
while world does revolve
Halt Fault Final Result
Commit An Exquisite Exhibit
Redeem A Supreme Scheme
Malpractice and Persistant
Looked in Lab and Saw a Scab
knees are knobby
and do have a great hobby
take break in lobby
Jim Horn
Insult Added To Injury and Perjury
Trump was an insult added to injury,
And person who committed perjury;
A total insult,
Is final result,
And his imbecilic brain needs surgery.
Jim Horn
With many sources we would consult,
And what we did find to be final result,
Other had adored;
This one deplored;
Everything about Trump was an insult.
Jim Horn
Retired Veteran
Have To Be Done To Sweet So
Even though he is still my sweet son,
Are so many things that must be done;
Final result;
Total insult,
And hope me he will not start to shun.
Jim Horn
Apologize and With Sympathize
For my mistakes want to apologize,
What I did and will you sympathize,
And my fault;
Final result;
Things that I committed now realize.
Jim Horn
Said some things to my Priest that I
should not have said about his sermon.
It was dull and boring and he just read
it directly off of a paper. I should not
have said anything about it.
Trump Terrible Cult
The final result;
Trump has a terrible cult;
A total insult.
Jim Horn
God said that my mother, I must exalt;
Things done wrong they were my fault;
Only a few,
Like her knew;
Our love and friendship was final result.
Jim Horn
Only With Qualified Person
Only with qualified person should consult,
When we will discover that the final result;
Had inspected,
And di-sected;
With wrong person did prove to be difficult.
Jim Horn
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