Though he is can be as quiet as an ash tone of gray,
I still see he and I still ongoing in near future someday.
I love him for how he makes me satisfactorily unclean.
My pastor scowled, where have your nasty thoughts been?
You must know every impure thought is a sin!
But my mind kept transgressing
There was JLO undressing!
He said do as I do, and poured me some gin
1/21/23
The strings of my heart are pulled taut like a bow
A tension within sourced deep down below
Too many odd dreams, inside me it seems,
Their wretched whispers, a bleak audio
They reach out and grasp my heartstrings impure
Why do they all hold so much allure?
All of them mine, but there’s not enough time
To give to all of my thoughts so obscure.
My head starts to pound, my mind now goes numb,
A song of discord, my dreams start to strum
Upon my heartstrings, and sprouting black wings
Flitter the flutterbies; Wingbeat to the drum
Out the window, a fell wind on the chimes,
My dreams are ill-lit like a forest of pines,
Yet never unknown, for they are my own,
Seasoned and flavored with hemlock and thyme
The wind is now roaring in the twilight
I suffer the scourge each sleepless night
All the long while, my throat fills with bile
For flutterbies flit, the devious blights
My dreams won’t let go of heartstrings so grim
Plucking and playing, live life to their whim
I haven’t the strength to battle at length
Thus I hearken to their dissonant hymn.
Endure Impure and Obscure
Evidently we are required to endure,
Results of pollution caused by impure;
While we wreath,
Hard to breath,
So we have hidden it or made obscure.
Jim Horn
Well hell
Save a seat for me
Since I don't believe in God
I am doomed for eternity
No amount of good deeds
Will excuse this pedigree
***
On her nightdress candlelight flickers
While underneath she wears blue knickers
Grandpa recalls Kentucky
The last time he got lucky
Grandma just rolls her eyes and snickers
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Silence. It seems
Is the greatest way to peeve
A woman who believes in speaking
Her mind, ever so freely
Initially, so peacefully
So calm and composed
Not letting him affect her
Just letting it all go
Evil ego firmly guards her flag
Of adamant animosity
Uncaring of the consequence
Without fear she moves along
Distraction, her kindest companion
Friends and family she involves
Avoiding without much effort
The glowing telephone box
A week goes by
Such Ignorant bliss
But still no word he sends forth
Nothing, not even a kiss
Tormented and distraught
Fidgeting with her scarf
Aimlessly driving
To that oh! So familiar spot
Lighter in hand
She anxiously inhales
Peace, momentarily,
Pain, she evades.
From one to ten
She drowns out the sound
Once the tenth was done
Another packet came out
A week, a month
And still no news
Annoyed, her anger
Swells out, so profuse
This game you have played
Might prove perilous for you
For unknowingly
You have played with the maker of this game.
The rules I set
Every move I change
For once the winning hand is laid
Only loss comes your way.
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