I sometimes wonder,
About when I'm dead and gone
If any of my scribbles
Would be read by anyone
I am optimistic
And take a positive point of view
If "Happy Birthday" is remembered,
There is hope for me and you.
Simple nursery rhymes and sayings
Have passed the test of time.
Why are they remembered?
They are simple, just like mine.
I cannot understand how
They have become so well-known,
Did the writers have a system
That was theirs to call their own?
What sort of grapevine
Or means of communication
Did they possess
Was divine information
An answer to my quest?
How did their scribbles
Last through the ages
Many simple words
Adorn pages and pages.
Of simple rhyme
Why not yours and mine?
Hard to understand the reasons.
Hard to understand the circumstance.
Logic seems to fly in the face of reason.
Trump Hard To Understand
Trump has become hard to understand;
Thinks he is king of all the land;
Seems so boring;
Should be ignoring;
Should see him stick hard head in soft sand.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Difficult and Hard To Understand Horn Haiku
Some things could happen
No telling what thy may be
Trump as President (Without God's consent.)
Part of my haiku consisting of seven total haiku.
Jim Horn
What do you do when friends lie to you,
how do you make the hurt go away?
And what compels you to hold the truth,
pretending you believe all they say?
How harsh should you respond to deceit,
when it's your best friend pulling the strings.
And why settle for coming in last,
even an angel comes with wings?
It seems no good deed goes unpunished,
often over and over again.
For bleeding hearts make such good targets,
able to absorb plenty of pain.
How do you say how you feel inside,
without drawing a line in the sand?
And when you say you don't want to change,
why is that so hard to understand?
An immortal sadness, an eternal loneliness
Pretentious happiness and painted smiles
A life forcefully lived
And a journey made up of mosaic tiles
A penny for your thoughts
And 2 more rands for your heart
You’re my rose without thorns
Yet still I suffer at your touch
Manipulate me with your charms
And once again get your way
Promise to come back to my arms
And yet another lie it had to stay
I’d rather be your fool then a fool to loneliness
Even if it means dancing to a rhythm less tune
Stupid I remain for your controlling ways
Funny how scent lingers with me right through noon
Mpho Lebohang Mokhele
Trying to more Heaven & Sheol,
Doing the entire to get her wants,
Agree only to deceive,
No only means yes,
But what happen?
End of the road walking alone.
She shared with an earthly angel her every thought,
Passed the tears leading anger.
"Why"
"He's different,"
"I only wanted for him to give in this one area of life,"
"Everyone else does."
Laughing,
Everyone else?
Far stretched of words I hear.
But I'll play the game for a minute response,
"I not everyone else, and now I know,"
"How the opposite side feels when their 'NO" truly are rooted deeply in the soul."
"And violation anyway."
"Shame on you, me as a man, but you? Can't you feel for your unseen girlfriends."
P.S. Last relationship, maybe sometimes too much of a thinker, but I live in
peace.
Join the crowd? I like where I am at, less painful (Laugh, dried humor).