One of the clowns in my circus
wants to be ringmaster and crack the whip
one of the sailors on board my boat
wants to be captain and steer the ship
but there's only room for one
under the big tophat my dear
so they're both out of luck
and the buck stops here
I have the last and final say
tho' not one to overwhelm
to maintain a steady course
there can only be one at the helm
Maybe I'll go all Bukowski on you, turn your cheeks scarlet red.
A little Emily Dickerson, with a lot of talk about death and the dead.
How about some dr. Seuss, that will make you laugh till it hurts in your side.
Or few words from Orson Welles on the radio when two worlds collide.
Turn your heart to mush like Browning, Yeats and Shakespeare.
Opening your eyes like Robert Frost to the earth and nature he loved so dear.
Make myself a voice like Dylan Thomas for the literary scene.
Or Allen Ginsberg, William Blake and T.S. Eliot on the movie screen.
I can't be them cuz I got to be me, they set the bar.
So I have to break the chains by taking it a little too far.
Maybe you won't like it that I step out of their realm.
But I have to do it because, I want to be the next poet at the helm
The heart has no truth worth telling
She lies within it's realm
And never knows or never says
where tide will go to helm
It’s comforting to me to know
I always can depend
On something to replace whatever’s
Gotten to the end.
For each liquid soap or tissue box
Or butter, ketchup, bread,
There’s a new one waiting on the shelf
To take its place instead.
When growing up, what I’ve described
Was not the normal case.
If we squeezed out all the toothpaste,
There was none to take its place.
So I guarantee when my supplies
Are getting kind of low,
To the market or the pharmacy
Or stationer’s I’ll go.
We may repeat the lapses
Of our parents in their realm
Or correct what most annoyed us
When at last we’re at the helm.
the whales were
singing as if they
were rejoicing yet
only voicing that
which whales do
where the best
store was for
kelp and little
things
things that you
and i would think
as chit chat and
actually a matter
of fact
but i heard
from the tabloids
that whale speak is where
it's at from an
off and on again
covered addiction
an almost resolved
semi physical
that escalated
into a no win he
wins situation
which is where
we end yet where
we began so to stop
the cycle from being exact
i punched
the guy back
got a broken nose
but showed him i was
steadfast
A HARSHNESS OF EXPRESSION
IT IS THE WINDOW THAT SHOWS
HIS POVERTY
SHAMED HE DECIDES NOT TO LOOK
IN EFFECT HE IS A DISREPUTABLE CHARACTER
THE HARSHNESS OF HER GLANCE
SHE DECIDES TO SPEAK FOOLISHLY
TO FURTHER SEPARATE HERSELF
FROM THOSE AROUND HER
THE HARSHNESS OF HER HANDS
SPEAK OF THE LACK OF
CONCERN FOR HER BEING
TIRED SKIN
AND A MEAN LOOK
THEY OFTEN EVER SMILE
EVERY EFFECT OF POVERTY
THEY WISH TO ESCAPE
THEN THOSE WHO WISH THEM POOR
MIGHT SEE THAT THEY REMAIN POOR
OR POORER
THOSE WITH SUCH POWERS MIGHT
HAVE CAUSED THEM TO BE AS POOR
AS THEY ARE NOW
WHO'S EFFORDS MAKE YOU POOR
SPOKE THE NARRATIVE
IN SUCH NARRATION MIGHT ONE
FIND A DISRUPTION IN THEIR
OWN TIMELINE
At Helm of Food Realm
Heard husband and wife are at the helm,
Regarding those found in the food realm;
Dessert and dinner,
Always a winner;
Their outstanding cooking will overwhelm.
Jim Horn
Another poem about food.
hell below the door post mast
columns of chewed brevity
nothing found heavy
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this is the best part
an olive fell into my Scotch
the ham bone was roasting next to the sink
Sahgur built his city on rock & roll
the chief priest of the Agnostic front
legend has it he was under a spell
I got a great story by which to tell
Sahgur Helm roasted chicken in a back of a pan
he was working on an unbelievable plan
Trump Hilarious at the Helm
Trump is totally hilarious at the helm;
With all his idiocy, he does overwelm;
Damaged brain,
Hard to explain,
And has a malfunctioning cerubulum.
Jim Horn
WHO IS AT THE HELM?
Dr. Jim Martin
When the path is unclear,
And the way unsure,
One is ever near
Whose direction is pure.
He knows the end before you ever start,
Obstacles are minor things.
Direction He will impart
Infinite wisdom He brings.
A decision is to be made
Regarding Who will sit on the throne.
Never this observation evade
Do not choose to walk alone.
Life in an instant, a blip
A rockets fuel cylinders spent
Through the vastness of time, a footprint
In the grand scheme of things, just a dent
Still unique to this planet, perhaps universe
So self aware, blessing or curse
To know you're so small, yet potential so great
Live life with love, throw away hate
Care for the poor, hungry mouths fill
Don't live with regret, that most bitter pill
Reach out, feel, care and give
Fulfill this limited time we live
Greed and envy will not satisfy
Or fill the void you're hiding inside
The truest reward, goes beyond earthly realm
Travel to Heaven with God at the helm
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