Beauteous scene of scented spring
Farthest from the world of men
In the sacred breath of woodland
Singth therest lark and wren
Shades of beeches, pines and birches
With the shades of Autumn mingle
As in hut a silent damsel
Cooks and embers shine in ingle
Cuckoos, beetles, fish and cricket
Look at wondrous lake and murmur
God hath sent for us a mirror
In the nature holy bower
Therest heaven's morn and sunset
Dewy gems on earth they shower
Tender wind it singth on timbral
Leaves in it afloat and dance
Hearst thou the flute of Shepherds
By the magic hands of chance
Nymphs and deities therest Rowan
In the eve in afternoon
Row therest in lake of woodland
Lady of the haunted moon
Beauteous art the hearts that ever
Worship in the nature yard
On the sedge on mossy velvet
In the temp of Holy Lord
Beauteous scene of scented spring
Farthest from the world of men
In the sacred breath of woodland
Singth therest lark and wren
Shades of beeches, pines and birches
With the shades of Autumn mingle
As in hut a silent damsel
Cooks and embers shine in ingle
Cuckoos, beetles, fish and cricket
Look at wondrous lake and murmur
God hath sent for us a mirror
In the nature holy bower
Therest heaven's morn and sunset
Dewy gems on earth they shower
Tender wind it singth on timbral
Leaves in it afloat and dance
Hearst thou the flute of Shepherds
By the magic hands of chance
Nymphs and deities therest Rowan
In the eve in afternoon
Row therest in lake of woodland
Lady of the haunted moon
Beauteous art the hearts that ever
Worship in the nature yard
On the sedge on mossy velvet
In the temp of Holy Lord
I am Farrah Fawcett,
Poster on the wall.
I am a rotary phone,
When I made a call.
I am, Boss,
it’s the plane, The plane.
I am Pablo Escobar,
And his cocaine.
I am Queen with
Freddy Mercury Live.
I am the Bee Gees,
Talking that Jive.
I am vinyl, 8-tracks,
cassettes and CDs.
I am, make love not war,
And Hippies.
I am where is the beef?
Don't squeeze the Charmin.
I am Cheech and Chong
and George Carlin.
I am SNL when it
Was funny.
I am Happy Days,
And a Playboy bunny.
I am M.A.S.H. and
A metal Lunch-box.
I am clackers, tang,
And a Pet-rock.
I am American Bandstand,
Peace signs, and the twist.
I am pay-phones, pagers,
and stick-shifts.
I am, conjunction junction,
What's your function?
I am Patty Hearst and
Her abduction.
Turbo1904
Could Tell We Were Cursed
Surely could tell that we were cursed,
And whatever it was would be worst;
We dread;
Was dead,
Having to ride in a humble Hearst.
Could be a castle I have been told.
Jim Horn
Donald Trump is an old Plutocrat
Living high on the hog like a gnat
But Disney was first
To notify Hearst
That Pluto's a dog, not a rat!
I did the research now my head hurts
All my brain cells have dispersed
my head feels like a casket in the back of a black Hearst
Wheels spinning in reverse
I feel like a floating clown
Who's baloons have popped and im coming back down
landing in a demented town
Cursed With Paul Ryan
With Paul Ryan, we have been cursed,
And of all the Speakers he is the worst;
Poor at speaking,
And facts seeking;
Became dead issue and needs a hearst.
Jim Horn
She had serious anger issues,
a walking time-bomb set to explode
Only took one untoward look
to make her lose all self-control
Sent her careening down the path
of a bleak penitentiary life
Another not-at-home mother
Another absentee wife
So what became of the husband you ask
Her ten-year sparring partner
On the first anniversary of
when her fiery blast went off
He was drunk driving ninety —
a blazing vehicular Molotov
Crash ... burn ... black hearst
When she heard news of his death,
she mourned him with a curse
So what became of the kids you ask
Five children left home alone
Got buried beneath the emotional rubble,
their innocence vaporized ... pppfftt!! ... gone
They were children conceived in make-up lust,
between rounds of fights royale
They were children raised in abject neglect,
destined to only experience living hell
They were children born without hope,
they were children born in the graveyard cell
They were children already dead,
lo, before their first breath was ever exhaled
Truly History In the Making
Remember when some sweaters we wove
Was while we were sitting in a pretty grove
Birds started singing and others flew by
Certainly a delightful day cannot deny.
Trees were tall and much shade they made
And there on lovely lawn we often laid
Exchanging things that we did discuss
About having to ride in back of the bus.
Even had to go to school of our very own
Booker T. Washington until fully grown
We saw Cassius Clay fighting in the ring
Who all of us loved more than anything.
One day he turned out to be a dear old dad
Died just before Father's Day and are said
For him to a far better place he has gone
No longer any big crowds will ever be drawn.
Made peace with master; put away each glove
Was thriller from Louisville we so do love
Wanted one last thing done which was sweet
Be sure to have Hearst driven down a street.
Mohammad Ali in private place was buried
After to see him last time everyone hurried
Events he did in his life were breath-taking
He had truly been history in the making.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
I walked home today on 5th St.,
under the scaffolding across from the Hearst building
where the sidewalk is narrower under the scaffolding~
approaching pedestrians make eye contact
to prevent collision
It was here I saw her
elderly, tiny, Asian woman
her albino pigmented skin
experienced Hydrogen
~ no blindness (she nodded as we passed)
~ no mobility assistance (her pace was fine)
And it should not be at the location
of Early Man's Dawn
where the mystery of life ends,
so I just pat my belly
remembering how my
son kicked, in utero.
Tangled hearst sore and fly
My sarrows to day did die
You have freed me from the past
I can love again at last
So I give you my heart as a keep sake
To hold, love and not break
I trust you to be there
I trust you to care
You are a strong man who understands
Who I am and still holds my hand
Your touch is warm and kiss so true
I know I can trust you
You wont use me and leave
You know I wear my life on my sleave
I am here for you and you are there for me
My sweet sweet man how can it be
I never thought Love was real
But I can't stop how I feel
So tangled hearts sore and fly
With you only tears of joy will I cry
I cant believe Im going to have my own family, something I never had;
Its time to step up and be a real dad;
Now I can remember the things that make me happy and forget the things that make me sad;
Its time that I start doing good than the bad;
I want for my child to see me as a role model;
Its time I break my own chains to that alcoholic bottle;
I want to be that someone who can be trusted to follow;
I silently cry at night because the truth is hard to swallow;
I jus hope I can make that change today not tomorrow;
I got to change before I end up in an?early hearst;
My art is my gift and alcohol is my curse, I must break my own alcoholic thirst;
I must relieve my own selfishness tendencies before they burst;
I got to stop making alcohol my only because its no longer just about me, because my very own family comes first