KILLED BY GI JOE
No now longer do feel low
Tide started coming in slow
And could feel its flow.
Seeds we had planted below
Sprang up and started to grow
Party we did through.
What was now in our escrow
Which one was a lot of dough
Ain't there anymo'.
I next wondered to and fro
Had became her handsome boo
Off then I did show.
Greeted great face which would glow
Together will always go
No longer eat crow.
Found myself fighting each foe
Was to become a big blow
Killed by GI Joe.
After reading a confessional
GI was not gastro-intestinal
This is bunch of bull.
Government Issue (GI) of course.
This is Seven seven five style
Horn haiku to enjoy for a while.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
In the time of flower power,
maryjane’s smoky eyes led me in a trance,
to an acid world,
colored in a purple haze,
and so psychedelic feet
danced across my mind’s floor.
Lost and confused about it all
when a call to arms held me captive
in the war that wasn’t
and a cause now forgotten.
Shelled into fright
and not sure of a one God,
on two I did lean.
When a government issue no more,
all was safe and sound
I thought, which god did hear?
One fought to keep me in the dark
of a black heart
with questions
and twisted answers
about the whys and whats of life.
So I struggled to see the light
and make sense of it all
through bloodshot eyes
of a messed up life.
But the true One heard my plea
and mercifully drew near
when a face glowing with peace
opened my heart to truth's
bright light
to rescue me from dark despair.