On Thanksgivings Day we sent our son to the neighbors with squash and such.
A widow on a fixed income, she was appreciative. Said “than you so much.”
This is for later, our son told her. We want you to join us for our Thanksgiving meal.
She was super thrilled and came right over, it was the beginning of a great deal.
For she had such stories and regaled us with advice and wisdom galore.
We can never have Thanksgivings Day again without her said my daughter, Dore.
I agreed completely. Mrs. Daisy had added so much color to our meal.
We invited her every year after that, and it made Thanksgiving more real.
Categories:
fixed income, thanksgiving day,
Form: Rhyme
The Landlord Regime
They’re sick of the homeless they say the city’s gone to pot
But let’s look at the statistics and let’s see want we have got
We’ve got landlords and slumlords charging an arm and a leg
And then they wonder why people all over are forced to beg
They want to see references with a down payment for heat
Where does one get that when they're coming off the street
You need to have a credit check if you want to live here
We'll throw in a police record check just to make it clear
We only want the tenants who are well off and employed
And the undesirable jobless folk we’ll just strive to avoid
So how is a person who's on a fixed income meant to deal
When expectations from landlords are clearly so unreal
Categories:
fixed income, abuse, analogy, anger,
Form: Rhyme
August 27th, 2016 will be my 50th anniversary.
June 26th, 2016 will be my 75th Birthday.
I am a retired enlisted veteran living on a fixed income.
My Dad was killed on the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid
making me a war orphan when it happened.
I am originator of Horn Haiku style poem.
I am in the top ten in total poetry production.
I am in top ten in recent poetry producers.
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Could not come up with a perfect excuse
Why my poems suffered from much abuse
And Poem of the Day are far and few
Difficult to make my dreams come true.
Weaknesses in poems are starting to show
Compared to others standards far below
With a car someone over they did run
First one my me which I had done.
If you can spell, can you still be bound?
To with my poems never mess around
Start, finish and maybe also in between
Or you often could create quite a seen.
Just had another which did seem so sleek
When you peek see mine as Poem of the Week
Now that poem appears to be nice and limber
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James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet and Soothsayer
Categories:
fixed income, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form: I do not know?
Fog in the morning;
Even though it's cold
No money for heat
Even though he's old
Categories:
fixed income, life
Form: Quatrain