They called him Lawrence of Neasden
And he dressed in Khaki shorts
And he always rode a camel
Which he kept in his car port
Oblivious to the glances
Of the people passing by
He solemnly rode his mount
And he always wore a tie
He knew he had a mission
Was ready for the call
Though quite what it was
He’d really no idea at all
So he kept himself in condition
Led a blameless model life
Denied himself the joys
Of a family and a wife
When the human race required it
He was primed and ready to serve
You could see in his steely glance
He was a man of drive and nerve
And the people could sleep soundly
Even though they didn’t really know
Come hell or high water
Lawrence was ready to go
Down below the sky ,just right above the lane;
I was walking across my street,
Saw those glittering eyes which was full of desire.
Were waiting that some one come and hire.
Their age was hardly twelve or thirteen,
Bare feet and with wean.
Those glittering eyes shows the gloomy picture of our country,
Are we wanted India to be the land of so many hungry?
Revolutions, rebellions and much more reforms!
Still,those people are not in condition to transform.
Those glittering eyes shows the gloomy picture of desire,
Again strikes in my mind with great ceasefire!
Hope for them!
This is the last anthem.
Some friends were traveling far out of town
Day soon turned to night still driving round and round
They didn’t care ‘cause they were having fun
Telling jokes and laughing at every single one
The ride was smooth and music mighty good
Right up till they heard rumbling under the hood
Since it was the middle of the night
Of course there was no garage in sight
They were stranded in some strange forsaken place
They pulled into a dimly lit estate in condition of disgrace
Rapped the knocker next to the sign that said Haunted Manor
That’s when the door slowly opened in some squeaky manner
Much to their dismay they had to stay the night
Didn’t sleep a wink they’d worked up such a frightful fright
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
She goes through many other phases
One is about her period cramp
She bleeds but she lives
And she never gets behind
Come up with everything
Whatever it be
Many times it makes her cry
But those are the natural cycle
Which she has to face most of her lifetime
Struggles hard
Even when her body is not in condition to do so
And completes her task by not even letting you know
Every month it arrives
Without any invitation from her side
Pain gets double day by day
And a day comes when it too leaves her in her way
This is one of the pain she hides
Never letting you know
What's on her mind
Unfoldable bone folded
In condition of motionless, speechless
much words left unsaid
a cold stare become a glare
Amazed seeing bright lights
Diverge and interfere in one time
erase the shadow
but blinded thereafter.
Being silent is the only way
Focus only on a piece of peace
Seems like a meditation
like solving codes behind the prism
A tactician and a hacker surrender at once
But I just keep in silence
Before the prism
to reach a piece of peace
An Anonymious Episcopalian
No matter what sins you may have done
Episcopal Church always accepts anyone
And maybe you might not pay your bill
Or be an old person like me over the hill.
Could always be late and never on time
Of means or committed miserable crime
Being gay or not pleased with how I look
Were the one who stole my prayer book.
A major commandment might be broken
Instead of real big bill only a small token
Either be of little faith or even none at all
Over weight, in condition, short or tall.
They may be brilliant or somewhat inept
Up and high on drug or narcotic all pepped
On beach wearing bikini or body tattooed
Horrible house untidy pictures all skewed.
In our congregation all kinds are found
Singing song and can't bare the sound
Or may have found this hard to believe
Choir her they were willing to receive.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
St. James Episcopal
The wolves pack dart through the tree's
Barely rustling the tender leaves
A family of wolves, they hunt there meat
Pray for those that they do meet
Together, in group, none left behind
Searching the forest for the food they find
Hunt in condition of severe or mild
gaze in there eyes and see the wild
The beast, a predator to it's prey
Animals fled to get our there way
They are just a hungry pack
Looking for a little snack
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