We worship the Sun that’s wielding fire,
be still let the dandelions bloom;
Release the last of the bitter frost
allow a smile to return to your eyes;
Be still let the dandelions bloom,
it may take some time to grant wishes;
Allow a smile to return to your eyes,
all of winter you have not felt free;
It may take some time to grant wishes,
habitual magick is rising,
All of winter you have not felt free,
hibernating just to remain warm;
Habitual magick is rising,
there is a rebirth of young flowers;
Hibernating just to remain warm,
nature sometimes pauses to heat up;
There is a rebirth of young flowers,
release the last of the bitter frost;
Nature sometimes pauses to heat up,
we worship the Sun that’s wielding fire.
Categories:
habitual, emotions, nature, seasons,
Form: Pantoum
Ever present, sometimes languished,
Almost gone, then reestablished.
This is why, defences high!
To your offer, no reply...
Categories:
habitual, break up, conflict, depression,
Form: Couplet
Exorcize restraint
Disrespect in the bedroom
Habitual sin
Categories:
habitual, confidence, encouraging,
Form: Senryu
Again you repeated the blunder,
Oh! My dear habitual offender.
Don't think much and ponder,
Avoid to stay in such thunder.
Days turns into remainder,
But failed to recognize the sender.
The lost fragrance of the lavender,
Remember him, he was a mender.
He used to be an absolute defender,
Fierce approach and said no to surrender.
He was the sole and lone pretender,
But now deprived and a neglected contender.
He never cared for any prime reminder,
Please don't treat him as a habitual offender.
Categories:
habitual, discrimination,
Form: Rhyme
might have to sever
but instead did endeavor
things bright and clever
when we would have sawed
continually clawed and clawed
found things which were flawed
what God always meant
was all our sins to prevent
obtain His consent
when immunity
is in a community
will have unity
what were premises
of a well known nemesis
exists at Christmas
trump true figure head
down the path we have been lead
away hope he sped
God us He would bless
will save us from and stress
never will impress
could be compunction
existed as a function
of our consumption
Categories:
habitual, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Habitual Spiritual Exponential Haiku
lived in an old shack
God please bring my mother back
her love i do lack
in garden would toil
was ruined and I did spoil
should see my poor soil
must get off kiester
so can enjoy Easter
do from year to year
God made me mature
that always can be a cure
always knew for sure
God priest did appoint
so people he could anoint
can be confidant
Jim Horn
Categories:
habitual, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Idle hands
Twiddling thumbs
Taking an unpredicted walk through the Devil’s playground
Fallen Angels with flames still scorching their wings are tying off at nearby picnic table
Swings hang low and empty
Where future class valedictorians used to sit
Now they sit in the darkness where the Angels cry
The vacant basketball court is littered with torn “I’m sorry” letters, used needles, and smashed Wild Roses
The air is polluted with “I miss you’s” from loved ones who had to save themselves while there was still something left to save
Sneakers from morose motherf*ckers hang from the telephone wires
A place where junkies are at peace while the inner Angel weeps
Lonely in isolation
Dark corner desolation
Destination f*cking nowhere
Tears of friends and family hiss as they hit the pavement
Steam rises from the cracks of broken dreams and shattered hearts
Humidifying every lie and bad excuse
Precipitating our concrete pain forest
In the circle of strife and squalors of nodding heads
Categories:
habitual, addiction,
Form: I do not know?
Trump's Lying Has Been Habitual
His lying has been hysterical and habitual,
And never stops goes on and is perpetual;
All around,
Very profound;
Would become part of a Republican ritual.
Jim Horn
Categories:
habitual, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Habitual Ritual
Trump's horrible habit was habitual,
And is now becoming a daily ritual;
We did behoove;
Come to prove,
Being idiot can be considered as intentional.
Jim Horn
Categories:
habitual, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Selectively forgetful,
That's what my mother says -
When I'm called to do some work,
I escape in funny ways.
I'm running short of time now
But I'll tell you all I can
Of all my weird excuses,
Perhaps the worst made by man.
''Can't hear you!'' I'll just say,
''Cause the fan is way too loud''.
And then I'll hear the footfall
Like a crashing thundercloud.
Another thing I say is
''Just wait, I'm coming along,''
Then my dad comes up and says
''What you are doing's wrong''.
Those two are the most common -
See, I'm capable of much much more,
But my storybook's now being snatched out
And thrown through the bedroom door!
Categories:
habitual, self,
Form: Rhyme