Like every child I did not choose my name…
I was at my parent’s whim….
They chose ton name me James (from the Bible)
although I’ve always preferred Jim.
For my middle name they chose Otto…
after my Grandpa who died when I was a little boy.
Add Jim and Otto to my last name Yerman
and my initials spell out JOY.
When I was young some friends would call me Joy
and around me mixed feelings would swirl….
At first I was not happy…I thought it made me sound too much like a girl.
Until I learned to smile when I heard them call me Joy
to see it as a compliment just the same…
To find the joy within that moment that is inherent in my name.
And from that lesson taught to me on a playground…
all those years ago…
I’ve learned to look for joy wherever I may go.
Which makes me wonder…
Did my initials guide me on this joyous path
from the time I was a boy
or without them would I have been the person
who so easily discovers joy?
Of course I’ll never know the answer…
If it was me…or the initials of my name…
But on days like today…when I stop to think about it…
I thank Grandpa Otto…just the same.
OOB = Out of Business
OOT = Out of Town
OOL = Out of Luck
ARD = All Run Down
OMG = Oh My God!
WAB = What a Bod!
OTL = On the Loose
OTJ = Off the Juice
OOO = Out of Order
ATB = At the Border
MAD = Much Ado
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My skin, a pure canvas before
No design beckoned me to explore
To be etched in the flesh, I deplored…
More mature, this great art challenged harm
Grand crucifix, my son’s heart, on my wrist, not arm
These jewels I’ll wear, linked in ink, each one a charm…
Submitting into: Bite Size Poem No. 42 Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Line Gauthier
Date Written: 04-13-22
Pleasing to the eye
burns corrosive on my skin,
lust's initial glance.
My reacher
Like a compass
Like a waze
Telling me the directions
The north, south, east, west
The roads, the bridges, the ways
But not the initial planning and the final decision
I remain puzzle and helpless
At the cross-roads
But at once
I found that
I carry my own legs
The initial and final decisions both are mine
The teacher only provides me with skills and knowledge
For this life
I had a cat scan done of my heart, your initials showed up on it
Without Saying I Love You Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
2/25/2021
B orn again,from above
R everes his one(&only) love
I n England,proudly raised and bred
A forties child...enough said !
N ovel verse...his 'street cred'
When I first saw her in my frame of view,
I felt a lifting from all of my pain.
Her eyes began to shine like morning dew,
More tender than the blessed falling rain.
As she sat there with a genuine smile,
My heart began to soar with great delight.
There was a breath of silence for a while;
We only stared throughout half of the night.
I listened when she gently spoke to me,
With lips as soft and sweet as purest gold.
Her voice was all that ever was to be,
And visions of love began to unfold.
I shall keep this moment frozen in time,
To view my true love’s portrait in this rhyme.
© 2012
Past Initial Stage
Now that I am past initial stage,
Will start preparing the first page;
Won't hurt;
Poem insert;
Background of cover will be beige.
Might as well use Horn rhyming style,
So great book I can began to compile;
Really contagious,
And outrageous;
P for pathetic poetry be sure to dial.
Jim Horn
Have even been putting some of it
on FaceBook and up another scheme
am trying to cook.
A box a ribbon a card
A dozen white carnations
Attractive underlay for
Twelve sweetheart roses
Soft silky red petals
Delicate tiny buds
On the card not a word
Only an initial
She closed her eyes
Handwriting she recognized
Feelings unexpressed
Lingering embrace
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on October 3, 2017 for contest ROSES AND CARNATIONS sponsored by JULIE LEIGH RODEHEAVER - RANKED 4TH
JUST one
staring at the bottom, so clear,
want to know the deal
why this squeal?
ha, the girl on the glass screen.
I acquaint with the hasty hearts' beat
'my expresso is bitter sweet'
I sing for you: black pearl
on my lips don’t leap
...
O invisible sympathetic listener
Will it annoy my elder Hitler-sister-in-law?
(O my colleague! An Arabian teacher, mocked English
and fought me for its ambiguity);
I mean my wife’s sister.
Like the Jerusalem
With ‘What Must Be Said ’!
Or but to stop this stupid self is …!
If I say I respect her,I kiss her on lips
And eyes,
Lift her up in arms
And wrestle …!
But to detest someone so dearly loved,
Or forget —
Seems unworkable …!
How about the stars, more than every
beaches grains of sand.
Our own milky way is so very tiny.
A pin prick in the universe of
hundreds of billion galaxies,
truly blows the mind!
How about the planets some near
and some so far. It is not hard to
imagine other beings existing,
stretched out there in the dark.
Something someone had to take charge,
causing that initial spark. God the creator
that's who, it's all part of his master plan.
It was the actual day
i met with the world.
The month of July
in the year of '96
Truly it was month of cold
but a very special and most treasured day.
A date i left the enclosed world,
and visited the outer world.
The first date i used my nostrils
to locate oxygen to my lungs.
A date i captured organism like me
and most effective than me.
A day i located my meals through my bucal cavity,
A true day that actually i was surrounded by clothes.
It was hard to go back to the initial home,
course out here it was just luxurious than the inside.
A date that will always be treasured.:-)
From just one kiss the
hardness of grapefruit
breast comes to life
and it's succulent nipples
solidifies but as she lay
and enjoy every rotation
as my tongue moist and
immensely moves around
it's circumference, my
manhood firmly scream
and cries for help, wanting
to make the acquaintance
with her lower friend.
Senses running wild and
beneath the core of my
tummy she begins to give
me butterflies, no pains
as I adore, just this frantic
bedroom loving as I tear
down her walls anxious
to enter her pleasure door.
Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012
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