The macabre’s amusing at times,
makes for off-beat, hilarious rhymes.
To my wife they’re not funny;
she wants cute little bunnies
and not ones that are strangled by mimes.
She says, “Why must the animals die?
And that one with the bird made me cry.
In the end, she did soar
off to some distant shore,
but her kin were all shot by some guy.”
“Ah, but see how it’s seared in your brain:
a phenomenon hard to explain.
It’s odd how we’re wired;
The inane makes us tired,
but an image of death will remain.”
So why aim for the grand or sublime?
Find dead leopards instead on a climb!
For the joy in the tragic,
trawl the semi-pelagic
when your muse loves primordial slime.
with God we have trod
is friend and never facade
who we love and laud
will give Him a nod
river has been wide and broad
mountain made by God
Haughty Party on the Potty
all have been haughty
what a perturbing party
sitting on potty
Three Who We Love and Laud
There are three we do love and laud;
Spirit with Son whose father is God;
Together all our sins they have shod.
Jim Horn
Do you disagree with any of this?
Or maybe a point I might miss;
Never found,
Or around,
That appeared to look ludicrous.
Laud Land in America
Knowing in America is where I had been
Growing and happening again and again
What next should be thing I want to do
That can make my each dream come true.
So now that I think and will always know
Hoe and what you reap starts to show
And from beginning knew what I planted
Land in America with had been enchanted.
God told to me this very poem to write
Laud America truly such a lovely sight
Which He made for both you and me
Stitch after stitch all full of humility.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
I Like to Laud
The Lamb of God I like to laud
And every step that He has trod
Helping us sing in a music recital
Which to everyone is very vital.
God hears my prayer from anywhere
And for me He does constantly care
About those things which I do need
Will find others who I should feed
Each day as I will leave my parish
The Christ Child will always cherish
And He died for me so That I may
Return safely back to heaven one day.
James Thomas Horn
"Laud Lovelight"
harvest Moon
glows light golden cocoon
satin sphere invades indigo sky
sequined stars twinkle essence; harps of Angels sigh
myriads of moonbeams cast charmed web for love fly
delicate emotions etch each night
radiant shards stream bright
laud lovelight.
*For Nette Onclaud's Night Melody Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*using 1 2 3 sequence
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