Born with hair of a lighter brown,
A gentle soul in his quiet town,
He walked alone where visions spoke,
Through heavy air and battle smoke.
No crown of gold or feathered crest,
No tales of war upon his chest,
Just one lone feather was in his hair,
And lightning painted bright and bare.
Not born to rule with a chief's command,
He won the hearts of his own homeland,
From Rosebud's heat to Bighorn’s sound,
He guarded all he walked around.
He shared his meat, he fed the poor,
And kept the winter from the door,
A shelter for the weak and small,
He gave his heart to save them all.
When worn by hunger, cold, and tear,
He brought his people home from fear,
Yet freedom could not be contained—
A soldier's blade, a sudden stain.
He fell not broken by the foe,
With quiet courage, letting go,
A wild, free spirit, brave and deep,
Who gave his people space to sleep.
Now laid to rest where whispers keep,
In secret ground he takes his sleep,
Near Porcupine Butte's lonely height,
Hidden safely within the prairie night.
spanish mariquita
tasting dainty white blossoms
they feel honored
Swirly dress of turquoise waves flipped up water edges
Showing off ocean’s prettiest, frothiest, fanciest lacy petticoat
Appreciated by beach, who felt honored and appreciated
Loving that he was the lone recipient of such beauty this morning
I've loved you with little fondness,
not giving you my whole tenderness;
I've reached for a stranger's arms,
keeping you away from my desires!
No, I haven't honored a single promise...
making you cry without my embrace;
I did a world of wrong many times,
can a tear, or heartbreak be undone?
How cruel I have been giving kisses
to total strangers and not give you one!
Should my regret end now, or last forever?
Should your pity turn into forgiveness?
I don't deserve it, darling: let me suffer...
until I understand the pain of your loneliness!
No, I haven't honored a single promise,
making you cry without my embrace;
ah, you shivered and reached for me...
I wasn't there to hold you closer to me!
When you're feeling tired
I'll carry you along
When I'm feeling tired
Carry me on your song
Intense as a tsunami
Gentle as a dove
The range of all my thoughts
Of you, and of my love
I often wonder what it's like
To walk and hold your hand
Or maybe even arm in arm
Wouldn't that be grand?
I'd be so thrilled and honored
To walk along your side
To open doors and pull out chairs
I'd feel a sense of pride
To treat you as a woman
With respect and dignity
While others look and only
Wish they could be me
You're beautiful in every way
And if you only knew
How many times in just one day
My thoughts are thoughts of you
Honored Bread (3/6/23)
O honored bread
‘Pon table, blessed
To become the Christ
Who withstood our test
In moment’s word
Our Lord, confessed
Priest’s own hand
Holds belov’d Guest
Once but mere bread
From earthen tomb
Hail we, our King
From Heaven’s womb
O Bread of Life
Our dear Groom
You cause our hearts
To make You room
Once but mere bread
Which God has blessed
You’re now the Christ
Underwent our test
In moment’s word
Who we confessed
By High Priest’s will
Become beloved Guest
He walks with a limp, dog in tow,
lives on streets, 'neath an azure sky
says, "Morning," with smiles as he goes
Wears logo, "Like you, I could fly."
but people compartmentalize.
He's one of the derelict crowd,
some say they must be disallowed.
Kindness calls us to contemplate
what they go through, no longer proud
with mishaps, we may own same fate.
Years ago, a life-drawing group
met near spot homeless congregate.
Some were asked to be model troup
Honored, none seemed to hesitate,
we had their plight to contemplate.
Then we saw them as people are.
yet all carried homelessness scar--
their eyes were sad, seldom wore smiles,
pleased we chose them as our co-star.
we learned: we have not walked their miles.
February 6, 2023
For "Writing Challenge, D-Word" contest
by Constance La France
howmanysyllables.com
First Place!
Kneeling in prayer, the King folded his hands
His assassination thusly prevented
Times were different then, devotion honored
~ Stabs in the back were frowned on
What Hamlet simply could not bear to do
Today (that) would feel refreshing and new
Not taking advantage of his arch-foe
~ Sheathing his dagger, away he tiptoed
George Flying Eagle wowed the Navajo with his wisdom
He was a natural eagle dancer, honoring his spirit totem.
Showing a free spirit, and a love for his people
We watched him dance, enthralled, not fully understanding
But feeling honored and revered that he brought his gift to us.
The sea wants me green,
the sky wants me all azure,
so gentle i blush...!
There was a beef lover under duress
for mocking leeks and watercress
But meat he’s rejected
so he’s now been elected
to give the State Of The Onion Address
Written 3/19/22
Trump Has Been Honored Horn Limerick
Trump has been honored by having a history
Of making all of our lives a living misery
What little privacy we have does invade
With his face on TV they wade and parade
All of his hot air has become quite blistery.
Interesting how I have fourteen avid readers
Are prominent people and are all leaders
And like me writing poems of their own
For field of poetry each one sets the tone
Like front yard and are constant weeders.
Weeding through poetry and front yards
is certainly a full time job.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Honored and Sainted
Pictures are to be
Painted while people should be
Honored and sainted.
Jim Horn
I speak for those no longer alive
Some went through hell just to survive
Way off in foreign lands places
filled with gunfire and sand
With spirits so proud and true
They gave their all for me and you
With a sacrifice not felt in vain
As with all wars, they're so insane
I'm sure you're heard it said
Just remember Our Honored Dead.
There is still more I have to say
Their spirits shall soar all the way
They were husbands, fathers, brothers and sons
Soldiers were even mothers of proud sons
But all wars sometimes come to an end
So with tears in my eyes I shall say it
clear and speak it again
Remember all these soldiers and not
just how they died but how their lives began
Now after all I've said: Just Remember Our Honored Dead
Ron (RabidWolf) Leighman
Shield and sword in hand
Broken legs, a quill of plan
Praying to die as real men
Hades calls to all
Free men kill for coin and fame
Energized audience bays.
Crushed skulls see no more
Extend hand to dying friend
Glory sought- life’s bitter end
Cheering crowd - no grief
Spartacus, Oenomaus
Refuse to see his brother
Die in dust and shame--
Fragmented parts bleed in sand
Detached eyes taken to wing
The crowds dance and sing
Two champions form a bond
Clanking steel, new language formed
Together they fight
Clashing with Devils, winning
Hoping honorable death
Each sees to his friend
Promises made for their death
Both grasp knowledge of his end.
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