i don't go to the beach anymore
my emotions go insane when i think of the bloody footprints in the sand
the wrong decisions made are like half my body eaten by sea carnivores
the waves give me migraines to the point where my equilibrium has eczema in its whiplash
the sun melts my skin to the point of an electric shock straightjacket
if my heart was chocolate milk, i would become so pale that i would have to classify as caucasian
i went to see a seaside doctor, but all that she did was smile at the view
i went to see a specialized counsellor, but all he did was stare wonderingly at the view
i tried to make a friend, but all she wanted to do was shop for her new oceanfront condo
instead i decided to give God a try, and all he did was Listen
i want to go to the intracoastal waterway
i dig the peace and its careful directional flow
eventually lower blood pressure and ultimate Peace of Mind will lead me back to the ocean
until then, God Is Not Through With Me Yet, and i will never be done Listening To and Believing In Him....
Categories:
intracoastal, god, thank you,
Form: Free verse
right before christmas
we eat a hearty breakfast and share raindrop memories
we both know that tomorrow may not be filled with yuletide bliss
we pray together for snow, laughter, and the remaining
we cry together when we think about what could come
mistletoe is the theme of possible finality
poinsettias is the hope that the joy of miracles is still believable
we wait by listening to free jazz and drinking swiss miss with the marshmallows
we stare at the view of the intracoastal waterway while conjuring up poems about tears
we sing songs from the 50s and early 60s to dissipate some of our many fears
now it is midnight and i hold you close to me....our heartbeats kissing rhythmically
we whisper merry christmas to each other and remain stock still
wondering what the next year will bring, she reaches for a gift to give to me
i tell her no need, she is the gift that i will treasure forever....
for everyday with her is a holiday....
Categories:
intracoastal, appreciation, blue, christmas, for
Form: Free verse
Develop A Device
So where have our precious boys been?
Out to sea over and over again and again
That seems to be custom they all do here
Being that sea and beach are nice and near.
What if a storm were to appear one day
Should stay on Intracoastal Water Way
Which is when you can be safe and sound
Shore is easily seen and readily found.
Tiny cell phones have become used to
And on us this habit grew and grew
Along with satellites high in the sky
Look up at right time and see it pass by.
Would think with all these modern things
Safety, sanity and security always brings
And no matter how much they may cost
Would never have any fear of being lost.
But this their time luck ran out and it did
Those two boys who were like a little kid
Are no where for any of us to be found
After having looked and looked all around.
So sure seems to me it could be nice
If in some way we have developed a device
That is full-proof and certain to you and me
Guarantee none of us are ever lost at sea.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
intracoastal, bereavement, kids, hope,
Form: Couplet