Perceiving the passing parade of people
walking by outside my window
a never-ending stream an endless tide
they come and go on a never-ending ride
nine-to-fivers barely alivers
running round and round on a wheel
lost in a maze can they really be real
the passing parade will always be there
while the world spins and goes its own way
the passing parade has nothing to say
while the world turns another day
perusing the passing parade of people
wandering by outside my front door
a never-ending crowd an endless horde
they're still keeping a never-ending score
weekend warriors none more sorrier
racing round and around in a wheel
lost in a daze do they ever even feel
there are those with noses high in the air
who can't smell the roses totally unaware
and others with eyes held down on the ground
never taking the time to look around
One day …
I offered you a compromise,
But you went riding by,
Upon your high, high horse,
With your nose up in the sky.
One day …
I offered you a get-out clause,
But you went riding by,
Upon your high, high horse,
With your nose up in the sky.
One day …
You will have to stop and listen
And that is when of course,
Reality will force you to
Get off your high, high horse.
Horde of Each Chord for My Lord
What I had heard about a horde,
Of those who played each chord;
On instrument;
Much meant;
Always had done it for the Lord.
Jim Horn
Stored and Keep In A Horde
Trump stored things up in a big horde,
And now we no longer ever can afford,
When he does loom,
What we see is doom;
Regarding things that we once adored.
Jim Horn
I walk alone among the horde
In the universe city of all sorts
Mermaids and gorillas and elves
These once beautifully masked
Only lure the heart to be drown
In spiritual cacophony of bar beach
Those ugly bibliophiles impassive
Engrossed in their forest of leaflets
Broke off branches of intimacy
Strange beings from outer space
Bloated with wealth, status, belief
Cannot mingle with common man
A creeping trend has estranged
Our vital humanity of which I can
Only walk alone among the horde.
THE MALEVOLENT GOLDEN HORDE
By Roy Merritt
They rode out over the Asian steppes their ponies hooves flashing
Their arrows taking wing their blades brutally slashing
A river of blood they left in their horrid wake
Their victims cursing their gods for those they did forsake
They went along the Urals and further moving west
And all who opposed them these monsters did suppress
On to the Danube they rode this murderous eastern tribe
And rested their haggard steeds and these waters did imbibe
And others went to the east into the Siberian cold
To conquer all before them their terror to behold
They rode in the name of Batu the grandson of Genghis Khan
And ruled these lands for a century and even years beyond
And yet they were destined in these lands near and far
Rebellion was their plight in the days of the Tartar
And now they are but a faint memory their infamy long ignored
But history shan't forget them The Malevolent Golden Horde.
A Horde of Haiku
A horde of Haiku
Is what will be found when you
Read all of mine through.
What if embittered
And all your patience is lost
It could be costly.
Leaves are on branches
Cattle exist on ranches
Are there some to spare?
(Can questions be part of haiku?)
Books do have pages
And price may be outrageous
So check out instead.
(Library credo.)
How long will you wait?
For me to originate
What I contemplate.
So if it was you
Who was first to contemplate
How long should I wait?
For Frost to appear
His horse thinks that it is *****
No farmhouse is near.
Think it was last year
Catastrophe I did fear
And now it is here.
Forgot to turn in
My book I checked out again
Patience wearing thin.
A book here and there
All over and everywhere
Looks like library.
A Horde of Haiku Hiding in a Library.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Rider comin' up behind me
Ragged ear pony shows message is important
As he draws alongside
I
indicate food in my saddlebag
hand across the reins
and
jump
Its that time of year
we'll try to be of good cheer
as the store opens at dawn
and we rush in with a yawn
to elbow through the discord
a part of the thronging horde
anxious to spend,
hoping that in the end
we'll have bargains at last
for another consumer Christmas.
horde of twitchers
in the forest-
birds chirping back
Overrun with war and uncontrolled leaders,
Our world becomes more dangerous each day.
dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
Survive by their falsehoods at play.
Bible believers preach, that the end is near
Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
God will eradicate all which is wicked
By his fire of eruption and storm.
To evil’s victory, I will never concede
May its supporters anguish in hell.
By the grace of God and the power of faith
The goodness of man will prevail.
What we accomplish is heaven’s measure
As patriots respond to the threats of man.
Protect and defend what we love till death
As the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand.
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