Horn Trump Humorous Haiku
when Trump had to pick
out from official would kick
always made us sick
should see his small pause
made a lot of Hims and haws
broke all of the laws
Trump a nincompoop
awkward with a hula hoop
with a gawdy group
likes pie of pecan
Trump would serve it on front lawn
ate until all gone
Categories:
haws, analogy,
Form: Haiku
The main attraction
The hairs on your head standing up
Electricity says, “what’s up?”
Standing in the shadow - a pup
The satisfaction
That one gets when displaying claws
Jumping through hoops, the hees and haws
Delirious from fighting a cause
Roaring reaction
Looking at the cameraman
it’s intense it’s a one night stand
He’s a brave soul - O’Callahan
Without a whip
Without a chair
Without the hype
The mane attraction
The hairs on your head standing up
Electricity says, “what’s up?”
Standing in the shadow - a pup
Roaring reaction
Looking at the cameraman
it’s intense it’s a one night stand
He’s a brave soul - O’Callahan
1/10/2022
Categories:
haws, angst, courage, humor,
Form: Lyric
Oh, boy! It's poem time!
I think I'll try a little rhyme
What goes with the word 'Claus'
How 'bout paws, jaws and hee-haws
Next I'll do 'a little trick with Nick'
Pick, Quick, Lick, Sick, Wick, Tick, Chick
Did you get it, that Nick's short for Nicholas
Just like Tick is short for 'Tickle Us'
And of course, I mustn't forget 'Kringle'
Why, there's mingle, tingle and bi-lingual
Yes, darling. I've finally found my niche
We're on our way to becoming rich...
So, here's a peep at my next fab new jingle
Once we were married ~ now we're single
Categories:
haws, christmas, hyperbole, irony, marriage,
Form: Couplet
PIN THE TAIL
O’Haggard Hoarfrost, she plays winks,
rocks on a sawhorse, tweedle-dee drinks.
Mad Merrie O’Boyle slays lightning from nails —
dazed loony-toon, wears out his flannel tails.
W’cked, their niece, says, “Take them away,” bickers,
with Midnight Judge in his moonwashed-knickers.
Their nephew, hees and haws, a blinking donkey-in-law.
O’Haggard and Merrie pinned his tail on his sacred flaws.
Force-swept, Hoarfrost and O’Boyle, under-dressed,
spoiled with lots of off-the-rocker friends to impress.
W’cked and her donkey are still looking for his appendage.
Facial features are pinned-up on the craziest stages.
5/29/2021
Categories:
haws, humor,
Form: Couplet
Weird things make me happy
The man who talks more with his hand than mouth
The child walking a broken wall
as if upon a tightrope
The puddle spray that reddens the suited business man
The rebel because
The universe flaws
the he that follows the haws
The intertwined fingers of blackened trees
lost within the blanketed darkness
Softened showers simper under summer sprays
Mountain meld with midnight's melancholy moans
Up and coming comeuppance
Karma shows it face
Categories:
haws, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I get my mass shootings mixed up
every day-another one-
makes you somewhat numb
the killers are all much the same
life time losers-twisted agenda
so quick to place the blame-
They can plan and finance their mayhem
then claim that they're insane
spared the sparky chair and ball and chain
a lifetime of freebies...at the peril of my pay-
There's a pack of mad dogs lying in wait
ready to unload their unbridled fangs
time to (perc) up folks-time to lock and load
at least you'll give society a chance
when the next time bomb explodes....
Bernie and the hee-haw gang want to give these A holes
the right to vote--
Categories:
haws, career,
Form: Rhyme
He hems and haws
Nervous, fidgeting
Opens his mouth
Nothing comes out
Palms turned upward
He shrugs his shoulders
His eyes roll around
In their sockets...
His voice wavering
He stutters, stumbles
Wh-What k-k-kind of
Qu-Question is that?
Categories:
haws, anxiety, confusion, dad, technology,
Form: Free verse
Past the haze of campfires glow,
Along the rocky shore, where
Fireflies dance & laughter rolls,
The Raven waits for me.
Butterflies and Bumblebees,
Blind to futures past, await the
Day the harvest brings, the songs
Of journeys last.
Until that time, the calm I seek,
Must scurry to and fro,
The devil hems and haws with me,
But goodness only grows.
I look around, the change I see,
Lays scattered in the wind,
The final breeze I yearn to feel,
Lies buried in the end.
October, '18
Categories:
haws, allegory,
Form: Quatrain
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTUMN
gold red yellow hues
bewildered confused my mind
the colours of death
-
a breeze a leaf flies
gales trees defoliated
alive future... hope
-
squirrels buried nuts
their survival depends
both ways sustenance
-
wildflower meadow
their vitality returned
stored a future waits
-
all animals know
instinct kicks in... shorter days
asleep do they dream
-
kicking up dried leaves
blackbirds a robin redbreast
we hear the rustle
-
bright bright hawthorn haws
yew berries red keep well fed
death for me and you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Categories:
haws, autumn, nature,
Form: Haiku
While Watching Golden Globes
Probably are watching the Golden Globes;
Long dangling earrings hanging from lobes;
No hims and haws;
Only loud applause;
Delightful entertainers were there in droves.
Jim Horn
Categories:
haws, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Earthly treasures drag me down
Pleasures and short term comforts
All my heart's desires
feels like i cant stand a chance
but my eyes are open wide
and getting off the way is my choice
Sitting all by myself
end times signs l see
fear of death and hell covers me with a strong shivering
noway to escape for i am so blinded
looking at these beautiful and sexy girls
walking half naked, cant vent
wish i could hold a hundred grand
to spend with haws and bitches
enjoying life dearth is coming
feels like after dearth comes cipher
with no treasures to hold
Life is supernatural, metaphysical
we all came from something
and we are going somewhere
will i stand the taste of time
with these useless short term desires
Cover me Lord
The treasures that l hold
the beaut that i posses
they are stealing my time
Lord, would you take me as i am
show me the right way to live
and make me taste the fruits of paradise
Categories:
haws, christian,
Form: Abecedarian
My name is John--the work horse
And I was teamed with Prince.
We could easily do a job at which
An Arabian horse would flinch.
Prince's work is over now.
He's buried in the pasture.
I am too old to work so hard,
According to my kind master.
He tells me I must take my ease
And to just enjoy my leisure,
That he is going to retire
And be a lazy old geezer.
But he still drives the plow team
And I just follow after.
I try to mind his gees and haws.
He doubles up with laughter.
When he keeps his promise to retire,
I will stop working too.
We'll spend our time malingering
Beneath the skies of blue
Written Feb. 29, 2016
Categories:
haws, horse,
Form: Personification
Beasts of Burden
By Franklin Price
2/13/2016
Beasts of burden are the Elephant,
And the Ass; at least I think
The former is Republican,
The latter Democrat; they stink
The story I'm here to tell you
Is about the two of them,
And how they go to Washington;
Many times on just a whim
Neither has an interest
In carrying the load
Or delivering on their elected jobs
To keep this country on the road
The elephant has gotten fatter
With manna from above
The ass just stands and hees and haws
It's a sound you have to love
Neither are delivering
They're way too good for that
Besides the roads are crumbling
From the loads of pork and fat
The elephant blocks the doorway
The ass then kicks it shut
We the people watch in wonder
With heads stuck up our our butts
Put the elephant on a diet
Stop the ass's hee and haw
Don't accept when they point fingers
That's really sticking in my craw
Brace them together to the wagon
To move collectively along
Or remove them from the traces
To figure out what they did wrong
Categories:
haws, political,
Form: Rhyme
By lane and path the English hedgerow,
In which so many wild things grow,
For centuries has crossed the land –
A world of nature, close at hand.
In Spring the blackthorn's cloaked in snow,
Its pure white blossoms first to show.
Warm breezes waft them to and fro,
Then Autumn brings the jet black sloe.
The blackbird, chaffinch, dunnock, wren,
Oft hidden from the sight of men,
All prosper in this habitat,
So suited to its purpose, that
A bountiful harvest supplies their needs,
With insects, hips, haws, sweet berries and seeds.
Categories:
haws, bird, england, nature, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Upon this bank where the May flower grows,
with bright orange-red poppies and marigold,
of old memories nestled in crimson hills;
The rills sigh 'neath hushed wood,
of many broken silences,
of many sweet-shadowed things;
sunlight stretching 'til yawning glade
The May queen weaves her hawthorn,
pink flowered haws, and spins her song;
Cupid stringing his arrows along
the deep delved path where the lovers stroll,
starry nights ------
to have in this little dimple of the world:
(Love was always in the growing)
Categories:
haws, beauty, creation, love, may,
Form: Rhyme
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