Violent noisy events in waves slap ,
Break and coersively snatch away
Distrubing the foamy thoughts in array,
Spreading across the stretch and dap
Calm and quietude that envelope
And revive the slackening sprit -
Beyond the roaring waters sans limit ,
Get tossed with the flickering hope
A little sweet success charges ever,
Even the slapless and dry a feel
Yet it is the inner conceding deal
Of the self-contained,bleary heaver
Sure some relentless faith and drive
Returns with a new design and form
To pull the possible out of the storm
And incite the wayworn , again to strive
Here it is that one meets the lead-
'Concur with Nature's system and order ,
'Things find their own recourse and border,
'Vanity squeezes out ,but biased creed.'
Categories:
heaver, success,
Form: Lyric
It fell upon
My neighbor’s house
Not mine.
I was dry the sky was soaking
Looking where the rain was falling
A sheet – no a wall of wet and
Me outside of it.
How?
How and why this demarcation,
This sharp exactness?
I put my hand - my left hand
Into the falling rain.
It did not get wet
Yet
The downpour grew stronger
Fell heaver and longer
And I still dry
Watching the falling curtain,
Uncertain
How this could be
Happening?
I called to my dog
To come outside
To look to see.
She looked and stopped
Wagging its tail.
Then thunder clapped its ears,
She ran inside under the
coffee table.
Thunder stuck me also
The rain had fallen upon us
A great ocean of it
Just on us.
Has this happened before?
I had to wonder a lot.
Back indoors
Both damp and drying
I think I overheard God laughing.
Categories:
heaver, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Life is a scale of balance
One heaver than other
When the scale is tipped
One will fall, the other will rise
One cannot be all good
Nor one cannot be all bad
It’s in-between that matters
Those who see only good
Are hiding in God’s garden
Those who see only evil
Are not in God’s garden
Without one or the other
There would be no balance
You would have no choice to chose
Adam and Eve hid from God
They both were confused
They had no balance of,
Good or Evil it was,
The Very first Choice of man
This, I believe was their sin
A baby without knowledge
Cannot chose from sour or sweet
Until they taste one of each
Giving them balance between the two,
one cannot chose one
But two has a choice
To chose one or the other
You have a choice,
To balance life
Between God and Satan
Tipping your scale up or down
Categories:
heaver, life,
Form: Free verse
Roller bee tail can
Bury dung so times heaver
Than itself nightly
Categories:
heaver, adventure,
Form: Senryu
Living in Heaven Forever and Ever
Would you want things to be neat and nice
Or perhaps perfectly pleasing like paradise
Where great vacation you want to go on
In every morning a splendid new dawn.
Maybe better think about it for a while
Could be belligerent or only beguile
Not a chance my fine feathered friend
This place prefer and want to end up in.
Forget about ma and my messed up cap
Or might want to go to avoid a mishap
Want place to be gold and silver lined
Which is exactly what I had on my mind.
Rather than being razzled and frazzled
I would really prefer to be dazzled
That to me my thought sounded clever
Ended up living in heaver forever and ever.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
heaver, heaven,
Form: Couplet
an ant lifts much heaver things than its size
all know and see with own eyes
no sense of jealousy is felt in mind
but when a competitor does it
burning like sensation's
felt silently
say untruth as truth
truth as untruth
that's with own views
surely make no difference of true views
truthfully
Categories:
heaver, philosophy,
Form: Verse
The Devils laugh
It has Its way
This pistol
The iron cold always
Corners of the mouth
Cower to a kool frown
Arm extended straight
That power separate
Once pulled,
Consequences birthed with you
This Tic’s my clock
As gun is heaver it
Facing more in my direction
Seeing the many murders
Holding a doctors sympathy
As strangers talk about the weather
Categories:
heaver, philosophy
Form: Free verse
I sit here thinking that this is the last thing ill write in my life. But is this all worth it.
Is it too late? I did it, I made that cut. I took those pills. And now my life is spilled
out on the floor. I sit here holding that cloth over that cut, I’m tying to get it to stop
bleeding, I would look but I scared to see the damage that I did. As I grow fainter
and lighter I’ll know that I did the damage that I wanted to do. Its only time now
before we know. The cloth now is getting heaver with blood and my head is
getting a taste of the codeine. The key are now spotted with the blood from the
tips of my fingers. I’m now alone in this house. No one to claim me in till the
morning. By then I’d have sent out that warning. I’m now feeling faint and week,
dizzy and lost and confused. I’m scared, what have I done? I feel as if death has
won. The blood is running down my leg from that cloth that covered it up. I’m
going to go wash it now in the tub. So in till we meet again.
Categories:
heaver, confusion, death, teen, time,
Form: I do not know?