Hectic Poems

My Hectic Hair History

There’s a nadir of personal despair -
In feminine terms it’s - No hair, no flair! 

My hairy genes caused me lifelong distress,
I longed for a look I didn’t possess.

I daydreamed of golden locks as a girl, 
Blessed with neither a wave nor with a curl. 

Straighter than hay mine hang in disarray,
Cradle to coffin - lifelong bad hair day. 

And so pertaining my hapless hirsute 
I was braided, I ironed in my pursuit. 

Slept with hard rollers, a perm I did try, 
And lots of hairspray, that’s how I went by. 

In vanity’s name I bent backwards in vain 
Since straight and straighter my old locks remain. 

No quiescent coiffure is meant for me - 
Distressing tresses are my destiny.

Life So Hectic

Life, so hectic, with time we tread, 
Against the clock, we race;
Sometimes behind, sometimes ahead, 
We struggle to keep pace.

We live in fast forward, 
And end up disordered, 
Like a puzzle crossword.

So pathetic,
Life, so hectic.

Quietus
09/21/2021

Quietus - August 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker

Hectic Day

wednesday 
hump day 

busy 
crazy 

manic 
panic 

drink wine 
feel fine


Date written: 06/02/2021

Man Who Was Dyslexic

I once knew a man who was dyslexic
It really made his whole world hectic
The manner he preferred
Was to write things backward
His poems were poetic eclectic

Life In the Fast Lane - Collaboration

The calendar flies off the wall
Spinning in a flurry of craziness 
Agitation brings on palpitations 
I’m out of breath and out of time 

Going nowhere at the speed of light 
Rushing through never slowing down 
Days quickly slip away out of sight
Not heeding any of the warning signs

I have little time to nurse the pain
Rushing to put out one fire then another 
I have no time to podium a stage
There’s no reward that can sate my hunger

I have no time to shelter from the rain
I belong to the wild and not a cage
It is like I boarded a runaway train
My life is either an escape or a hard chase

My ladder is high with countless rundles
I’m on an endless hunt in the concrete jungle
The city beast is sucking the life right out of me 
I need to cut the cord and be set free 



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on November 2, 2019 for contest INTRODUCTION BY COLLABORATION sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 1ST

Hectic Red

Hills stack up on miles passed
Rolling down the mountainside
To take a chance on asphalt limitations
Black as night with traffic moving backwards

Poppies line the road as color globes
Fragrant red heads steadfast on stems
Held together with green and leaves
Cars try hard to hide their misery
Running out of gas before they end

On every hour turning down the day
The earth remains in total darkness
When the sun turns off the light
Setting as if poppies really cared

Covered up in night the flowers rest
Showers try to drown them in their sleep
The sun remains in silence 
Rising only when it has too

Birds fly in circles with feathers still intact at morning
With elements of dawn fresh on their breath   
It might be time for breakfast                        
Wondering about a potential food source down below
About those red specks flowing by the road
And listening for signs of traffic
Coming from behind the mountainside on time

Too Busy

In the hub of action
strangers’ faces
pass by in a blur
rushing and racing
too busy to connect
smiles in absentia
their on switch off
most probably
conserving energy
overwhelmed
exhausted
barely keeping up
with the pace
of living



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE TIME WE ARE GIVEN~ 2023

AP: 2nd place 2022

Posted on May 9, 2019

Pre-Retirement Perspective

most of everyone
is busy
looking out for
number one
darting here and there
mostly charging thru life
offending without a care
no time to be sensitive
overwhelmed with
things to do
to simply get thru life



AP:  Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on May 6, 2019

Second Cup

two ladies
meeting at the
local coffee shop
catching up
on old times
and new gossip
setting aside
a precious hour
for time
to stand still
chilling out
while carries on
the rest
of the world



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CAFFEINE INFUSION~ 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on May 3, 2019

Christmas

christmas madness
going on around me
~ outside my cocoon



posted on March 30, 2019

Downtown Blues

Scalding hot
The melting pot
City slickers
With knotted knickers
Traffic jams
Slaughter of lambs
Put up a fight
Speed of light
Amidst the rat race
Within reach a can of mace
Keeping up
Got bumped up
Then retired
Just got too tired



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on March 6, 2019

In a Daze

in a daze
walking through a cloud
of busy craziness



posted on September 28, 2018

Whirlwind

When life gets hectic and crazy
I take a deep breath and step back
Remembering to stay vigilant
Not get dragged into your whirlwind

I take a deep breath and step back
Doesn't seem like all that long ago 
I had both youth and stamina
But now I need to pace myself

Doesn't seem like all that long ago 
Funny I don’t feel much older
I'd revel at any challenge
Now I choose not to step forward

Funny I don’t feel much older 
But the messages get stronger
To sit back and slow down the pace
Savouring oncoming golden age



AP: 3rd place 2020

Posted on July 23, 2018

Hectic Than Lethargic

Hectic Than Lethargic 

Hillary said that writing her
new book was cathartic like
me writing my poems.

After things had really become hectic,
Learned I looked like I was lethargic;
Been inevitable;
Forgot vegetable;
Writing my poems can be cathartic.

Jim Horn

When Hillary Wore A Pantsuit
When Hillary Wore A Pantsuit

When Hillary was around my heart would pound
Wanted to hear voice having a soft sweet sound
And fell in love as soon as I saw fluttering eyes
Surely within them there would never be no lies.

Saw her fine lips and them so often had tasted
Now not a second in time wanted to be wasted
Always desired presence close and near to me
So what I then did was to marry her instantly.

Time flew by while I wondered where it went
Next thing I knew she had become President
And of all evil I finally found its terrible root
It was when Hillary was wearing a pantsuit.

Ho Ho Hum Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016

Hectic Mind

Hectic Mind

Like a weekend
no end
hectic like a busy-business road
up and down
caotic
loaded mind like a full dust bin
hardly unloaded
slow motion
rules the emotion
struggle
hustle
like a mother-bird
food, providing for the little crying kids
busy
is the mind 
restlessness dominates
stress rules.

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