Hope for the best
Pass a tenderness test.
To all folks give much love
Flown on wings of a dove.
Mind your business
Share much happiness.
Heal the brokenhearted
Pray for the stone-hearted.
Your tongue keep in check
Magnify in no eye a sinful speck.
Wish foes and friends good luck
From your pocket share a buck.
Preach the gospel of gregariousness
Teach values and virtues of meekness.
Tolerate folks' foibles
Incite neither wrangles nor rabbles.
Categories:
gregariousness, poems,
Form: Free verse
Get a grip on gregariousness when dumps drive on
Stabilise your thoughts, get your bearings right
Soon clouds though loud evacuate your zone
Stamina soars and clarity consolidates your sight.
Stabilise your thoughts, get your bearings right
Long for strength, sound the gong of growth
Stamina soars and clarity consolidates your sight
Parry adrenalin despite severe symbols of wrath.
Long for strength, sound the gong of growth
Grip the mace of grace, strip traces of hesitation
Parry adrenalin despite severe symbols of wrath
Gather your wits, tweet tenderness and forward her felicitation.
Grip the mace of grace, strip traces of hesitation
Soon clouds though loud evacuate your zone
Gather your wits, tweet tenderness and forward her felicitation
Get a grip on gregariousness when dumps drive on.
Categories:
gregariousness, poems,
Form: Pantoum
Fields, shields and yields of love heal
Upheavals hearts harassed and heckled in circumstances
Maintained, retained and sustained on a hill
Disown and drown doubts in cocoons that ingratiate impertinence instances.
Fields, shields and yields of love lubricate
Gears and gaskets gleaned from garages of gregariousness
Feted and elevated to sainthood to subjugate
Spirits and writs to wean wads of wickedness.
Fields, shields and yields of love amplify
Overt and covert conduits carried over
From ashes and slashes of creativity to mollify
Hearts that vowed never again to dignify a patriarchal palaver.
Fields, shields and yields of love cure
Hearts on fire with ire to hire an empire
Driven and given to glorifying the lure
They claim names romance recidivists to fire, retire or inspire.
Categories:
gregariousness, poems,
Form: Free verse
Would You Really
As periods of life we go through each phase
There were many weeks created from days
And months ending up turning into years
Until we do die and each of us disappears.
Could it possible be a popularity contest
To determine who turns out being the best
What in the final becomes our self worth
Among erratic behavior of people on earth.
Gregariousness is often hard to explain
And here on earth everything is a drain
On our very being and also existence
Even if a pauper or once was a prince.
Do dig deep into brilliant mind of yours
With great intelligence but still ignores
What we are compelled to do and achieve
While in and out of traffic have to weave.
Cell phones and computers make us complacent
Will we end up in same place that they went
Which is to again end up being safe and sound
With both of my feet firmly on the ground.
So my money only seems to be substantial
State of fiasco are things that are financial
What we had earned ended up being spent
With my consent you should run for President.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
gregariousness, allegory, analogy, encouraging,
Form: Couplet
JUST LOOK AROUND STUPID
they're out there
everywhere
the ones who don't see beauty the universe composes
the tall golden wheat and the royal red roses
they don't appreciate the moonlight where kisses begin
and they spend the week in sordidness and sin
they never say "halleleujah" yet take His name in vane
and ignore their neighbors broken and beastly pain
they wash their new cars for all to see
even though they owe the bank at the cost of bankruptcy
they have nothing on their tongue but envious words and vincitive curses
and when they go to church they hold the book but listen not to the verses
they're out there everywhere
making their greed and gregariousness clear
and it's horridness my softened heart cannot bear
(c) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
gregariousness, angst, universe,
Form: Monorhyme
THE GENESIS OF GENIUS
Someone's in the room drinking stale beer and smoking menthol cigarettes
someone's in the parlor playing poker while making foolish bets
someone's having her seventh baby this earth needs like it needs more pollution
and then there's a genius like me trying to come up with a solution
someone one's seeking answers that are so hard to find
someone's got secrets and perversion on his mind
someone's looking for a genius he thinks is over there
when he's standing with me and my brilliance laid bare
everyone's looking for an excuse they can write down in notes
every phony politician is paying lobbyists for votes
every physician is seeking a patient to see
while all he has to do is consult a genius like me
everyone's trying as hard as they can to prove they're not dumb
Yet they can't see the destruction I know is sure to come
everyone has prayers and know there are hungry people to feed
while all the time they need only find a genius like me to end gregariousness and greed
© 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
gregariousness, angst, me, me,
Form: Quatrain
THE GENESIS OF GENIUS
Someone's in the room drinking stale beer and smoking menthol cigarettes
someone's in the parlor playing poker while making foolish bets
someone's having her seventh baby this earth needs like it needs more pollution
and then there's a genius like me trying to come up with a solution
someone one's seeking answers that are so hard to find
someone's got secrets and perversion on his mind
someone's looking for a genius he thinks is over there
when he's standing with me and my brilliance laid bare
everyone's looking for an excuse they can write down in notes
every phony politician is paying lobbyists for votes
every physician is seeking a patient to see
while all he has to do is consult a genius like me
everyone's trying as hard as they can to prove they're not dumb
Yet they can't see the destruction I know is sure to come
everyone has prayers and know there are hungry people to feed
while all the time they need only find a genius like me to end gregariousness and greed
© 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
gregariousness, angst, me, me,
Form: Quatrain