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God painted this portrait of emerald and crimson
Soothing my soul with the brilliant and vivid
Colors of miracles caressing my heart and spirit
Breathing out whispers of sentiments that touch me
With a sense of faith in all that gives hope in this world
God graced the misty mountain morning with a touch
Of joy and inspiration that comes from discovering
Peace that knows no worry or anxiety, but fulfills dreams
With the tender embrace of rainfall that brings with it
Dancing lights of star and moon, insights into satisfaction
God welcomed these jubilant flowers that touch thoughts
With charming desires for tomorrow’s creativity and vision
Moments of encouragement colored in hues of acceptance
Prayers that come alive with amazing intuitions combining
To produce heavenly aromas of kindness felt in this place
God breathed the sparkles into the stars and light into sunshine
Flavored the gardens with delicate hands to harvest all the gifts
From this rich and raw soil which knows nothing of depression
But feels alive with all of nature’s senses and direction, the course
Toward sweet talents sent down from heaven to bless us
God’s garden was Eden, free from evil and even the least sin
Even now, on this earth, there is the feeling of purity and hope
Discovered in the tiny seeds that are planted and nourished
Bringing sprouts of loving plants which fill hearts with serenity
Tranquility that leads hearts to believe in God’s forever, eternity!
God blessed me with a garden and I feel sure He has, ever so gently,
Touched my heart with a piece of true fertility only found within
The one who believes in the Son who found Himself in the garden
Of Gethsemane, awaiting the moment when we would be spared
From the death that only He would need to experience to free us all
God gave us more than a garden when He spared us our own Gethsemane
He gave each one of us a gift of pure, phenomenal love without conditions
A love that would be the answer to every prayer, every mystery,
Love that arises when we discover the answers can only be found
In the spiritual intimacy attained with a relationship bought and paid for by Him,
Our personal Savior… The giver of all the flowers, gardens and vivid portraits
Of nature!
Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies! Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
July 30, 2020
I’m not afraid of rejection
I’m afraid of the phoenix that will rise from my spine with the threat of treason
Suppress the flame and walk away
Use your once tempted fingers to point yourself in the direction of least resistance
It’s not the road less traveled by,
It’s the lifeless path, ignored and left to crumble
And now it’s shapeshifting through a lifetime
With internal scars and deep holes that desperately need filling
And if you think I’m talking about a road, than you’re not the brightest bulb in the bunch
And if you think I mean with asphalt than you’re head is not as sharp as I thought it was
Waiting for secrets to be spilled
But you are the secret
You’re life is just chemicals and I’m not afraid of rejection
I’m afraid of combining the wrong elements of friction
To where I can’t come back from this reaction
A perfect pairing like the sun and the snow
Under every step, swam the quicksand
But we were too blinded by my naivety to know
Romeo and Juliet had nothing on us
But we ended even more tragically
And less enigmatically
I'm in the hunger games for your attention
And there's ever-changing rules I keep missing that you fail to mention
And breaking them could lead to my undeserving disqualification
But I’ve already demoted these thoughts into empty air
Hoping they’d vanish if I just ignore them
Sometimes you have to pretend your house isn’t haunted
For the spirits to finally exit
I’m not afraid of rejection
I’m afraid of the burning passion I can see in my eyes without a reflection
I’m terrified of the way I fall for corrupted introspection
And with a burning passion comes a burning question
What would've happened if I went through with it?
I’m not afraid of rejection
I’m afraid of the avalanche that will bury me if I reclimb this mountain
And looking up from the bottom seems so intimidating
But a butterfly never worries about what it looks like in the beginning
I’m so tied down, like a rope around my neck, I’m suspended here by something
So convoluted, is your mind a black hole or a galaxy?
If you’re Juliet, than you know who I’d be
There's lingering passion in my eyes I don't need a reflection to see
Is it gunpowder or a lack of sugar and water?
You can't be the lighter, I can't be the hairspray
Just suppress the flame and walk away
This day born an industrious Eve
Good on paper and better practical wise
Which Adam gets to have a view
How truly the combination would yield
Of himself in his Maker's image
Feel safe and relax-- caution free
Without mirror cum a true reflection
Today's atmospheric template perceive
The bliss, grace, and joy of age to apprise
Giving everyone an open hint to the right clue
How nature's agents naturally wield
Combining colors like rainbow in range
To celebrating her age in such a wonderful glee
Season is experiencing a nice actualization!
To celebrate you isn't a choice
A must if not would develop an ire
Be there soon with you and the cake
But as I prepare, don't wait the party
What a traffic quite aleatory can do?
Just woke up to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Meanwhile, such a moment can't be missed
Gain more wishes with the party noise
Let your dance steps electrify souls like wire
Many would have it a nice memory for that sake
Some will map it out footing such really arty
And laugh themselves all alone without a boo
Yet of you each will have h/her own say
And eventually take it a lovely twist
Over the year gone by, life has a weir
High or low, one can't jump in reverse
May be of laughter in memory, we can
Or of joy in abundance cum such dream
Like what regret can only adjust for us
Or the skills failure enriched our energy
To keep fit the focus of moving forward
Hang them all up in praise as to coffin by bier
And baptize each but only the lessons, don't submerse
To cool its repetitive heat, you need its fan
Alone in its drowning sea, learn how you once swum its stream
That is surely an empowering plus
To cope with a recurrence life lethargy
Aiming at a good time to drag one backward
Please shift to a clockwise direction, be veer
Past is such an insincere infection
Permit not its influence to interfere
Lest, you go ga ga ga in suspension
Instead of going gay gay gay for success
And unsteady motion will rest
Till comes out every of your timing best
Be good dear lovely sister
Be happy now and forever
Be nice to your darling mister
Be his pill cum natural fever ??
Make the best out of today
Make even the very beast go really gay
Make sure sky is not just red
Make sense of the say from each head
Courtesy of Adebiyi Anu O'Dayo
In little towns the big events are locally presented,
and every family in the town is usually represented.
Shopkeepers shut their doors when a pioneer curls his toes,
and if someone’s up to mischief, then everybody knows.
Every sporting club is well supported, right down to the wire,
they are the social hubs of towns to set the youth on fire,
through footy clubs and netball clubs combining into one
to sing and dance the night away, promoting local fun.
Of course when youth is mixed with party love can fill the air,
so Cupid’s firing arrows through the hearts of those who care.
This sometimes leads to earnestness when love gets in the way;
the town is now preparing for there’ll be a wedding day.
There’s heaps of preparation from the family of the bride;
flower girls and pretty maids to stand right by her side.
There’s the minister and invitations; the caterers are right.
All the groom must think about - “Are you coming to the bucks night?”
It’s half past five and dawn is breaking; we’re coming back to town.
God knows who is driving but their foot is going down.
There’s nugget, sauce and butter, smeared over everything;
the bucks party is over now - it’s ten hours ‘til the wedding.
And now coming up behind us is a mass of flashing light,
when a siren started blaring; we thought it better to take flight.
We shot around some back streets trying to lose this cop,
then someone with a drunken slur, said “I think we better stop.”
Popularity is not the word that I would say is spoken next.
This angry cop took any plea completely out of context.
He wouldn’t listen to a word that’s said, repeating “That’s enough!”
before I heard the second click of a closing set of handcuffs.”
In a cell back at the station there’s a pall of doom and gloom.
And there’s a hint of panic when it’s mentioned in the room,
by the cop who indicated strongly that by giving him some flack,
we’re gunna stay locked up until his Sergeant arrives back.
I made every kind of plea I could, but this cop avoids my dreading.
He said “Young lad you’re lucky; my Sergeants at his daughters wedding,
so he’ll be in a good mood when he greets you in this room.”
“Don’t bloody count on it” I said - “Because I’m the flamin’ groom!”
Mine dad in the 1940’s was an organ grinder huh!, in the high seas in the Navy. In the 1940’s
Lo, the clanging, bopping, banging of prepare containers foods. Large coppers pans and pots.
Put together meals by combining and heating the ingredients in various ways. Prepared bake fix knock up grub rustle up food meshing and mashing,
a preparing organ grinder hun!
See he tampered with seasonings and sauces interfere with manipulate forging, fiddling embossing be happening as to planned Navel foods.
Was an organ grinder
Most food was boiled in the and liquid was run out via taps sort of an Entertainer of meals
Clanging, clinging, metal spoons, forks, plates, pots and pans
Happen go on in the galley. Like he was a one who played a barrel organ in the streets. kinging and clanging pots and pans sounds.
An unimportant person who does what he is told to do would cook so the seamen could eat...
chef in the Navy
my dad was galley organ
grinder Navy Chef
Keeping the craft alive twas a Navy Chef Barrel organist.
Comes and gets it a handful of cooks wheel-turners are keeping the craft alive.
There was an open fire at the back for spit-roasting and seamen
So could apply to use it if they caught a fish three-legged pots were stood in the embers.
Navy dinner time be on sail onboard personnel three main meals per day
.Breakfast: *0600–0700 lunch: 1100– 1230; dinner: *1600–1800
Chef organ grinder played the galley
The galley food is cooked and prepared
It can also refer to a land-based kitchen on a naval base,
Point of view, gourmet to beef stew to a straight design of the kitchen layout.
(CS) with ranks
culinary Specialist
organ grinder chef
“Fair winds and following seas”, food prep and served seamen for those in the United States Navy. Where they have to say farewell to mommy’s and grands meals. In 1940’s World War 2 tolls. To those retiring or leaving for deployment to cut, munch, and eat now from the galley. Of the chefs in the Navy organ grinder manning. Said the galley a method of saluting rendering honors works in galleys the seaman Chef food prep.
My dad Galley organ grinder
11/01/23
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During Each Day
Day By Day has become very important to me.
And opened up my eyes so I can start to see;
Right direction;
Proper connection;
How and way things by God were meant to be.
Jim Horn
Unravel Road To Travel
As Christ's message we do start to unravel;
Realize down His road only He can travel;
Sin was spread,
We do dread,
Beneath Trinity's feet became their gravel.
Jim Horn
Our souls are represented by each shred
and scrap of gravel.
Calling Appeared Appalling
Politicians seem to put off and are stalling;
Which we all do dislike and find appalling;
Results are traumatic,
And yet still dynamic,
When they should listen to God's calling.
Jim Horn
Had Been and Come Again
Jesus was lovely Mary's little lamb;
His Father is great, "I am that I am;"
Here had been;
Will come again;
Saying you are Him is such a sham.
Jim Horn
People Were Profane
We are perfect example of being profane;
Full of much dismay along with disdain;
Do not disguise,
And then realize,
Should worship God and will remain sane.
Jim Horn
From Lineup Be Cut
About things are either and an or a but,
Nor and more keeping my mouth shut;
Deeper do get,
Are more upset;
From the entire lineup you could be cut.
Jabs and Jeering
People may run things including racketeering;
Make jabs with and remarks that are jeering;
Making a threat,
They will regret;
Into darkness they did end up disappearing.
Jim Horn
Those Who Do Dilly Dally
There are those who often do dilly dally;
Awkwardly around them a group will rally;
Makes no sense,
For those dense;
Did end up buried down deep in a valley.
Jim Horn
You are right. Why throw ut a bunch of
individual when you can read all of them
together on one page. From here on I
will be consolidating all of my poems.
Someone else deserves a turn at
being recognized. What I have realized
is I have written over 5,000 poems and
am number 3 compared to over 30,000
other poets. None of my poems are in the
top 100 most popular and famous ones.
My only hope is that my poems will inspire
other poets to write more poems so have
at it. Either James Serious Mysterious Horn
or James Thesarious Hilarious Horn. Take
your pick
How can I be selfless without being used?
How can I be demanding without being so rude?
How can I open up without closing back down?
How can I speak if you don't hear a sound?
How can I trust without being betrayed?
Yet how could I leave... even after you stayed?
But how can you love me when I won't let you in?
So many questions.... where do I begin?
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Memories now blurred, flying through my mind……
Now, I’m trying to repress the days of being youthful and blind.
Every morning I pull on my armor, right from within,
Preparing for a war, that I intend, to win.
If my heart is my comrade and my mind is the enemy,
Then in the midst of this battlefield,
Life is the remedy…
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Trying to stay sane, knowing that although this is temporary, nothing is vain…
Learning that there is always a purpose and people will try to corrupt us, and bring you great shame…
Being told that ‘Victory isn't given to he who starts the race the strongest, but he who endures until the end.’
Trying to suspend you from learning to depend... on yourself,
instead making you depend on the wealth,
Of someone who doesn't even know who he is,
while you’re grasping the stealth of your true identity, in your right hand, in your heart, the knowledge…
Never been withheld
…
..
.
Feeling the world come crashing down on you, compacting into a mist of air so cool,
The breeze passing right through, right into the depths of your pores, to ensue,
The burning and broken and fragile pieces of the inhabitants of the earth from your birth til' now..
Physically becoming everything that you breathe, touch, conceive, munch, perceive, every aroma...
And every great or insignificant trauma, reflecting off your skin oh so temporarily, the mark so paper thin…
Physically, THAT is what you are…
Because we only see the physical, right?
Yet, behind every movie is there not a director… a cast?
And behind every painting is there not an artist, combining colors and lines so vast?
And behind every child is there not a journey, a past?
...
That you did not walk, yet you know that it’s there, not by sight, scent, taste, touch, or hearing... But something inside you, that says it makes sense, KNOWS that all of that is there,
KNOWING
...
..
.
Form:
Found To Be A Favorite Theme
What we found to be a favorite theme,
Was wonderful content of each dream;
Saw your eyes,
And did realize,
Our love that exists bright as a beam.
Jim Horn
When we saw many sins in a room,
We swept them all up with a broom;
Crystal clear;
Did disappear;
Now there love always likes to loom.
Jim Horn
A Brave Slave Name Did Engrave
There had been someone bold and brave,
Who would come to America as a slave;
Trees were there;
Shaded with care,
And on a trunk his name he did engrave.
Jim Horn
Off of a ledge would never like to leap,
Or been buried alive in an ocean deep;
May be brief;
Cause grief;
Do want to die peacefully in my sleep.
Jim Horn
We were over saturated with old St. Nick;
Where he sled did always seem so slick;
Much motion,
With devotion;
Went around in circles and ended up sick.
Jim Horn
With myself I am getting carried away,
And there is one thing left I should say;
Even got caught,
Giving great thought;
Snow may not be likely in month of May.
Jim Horn
Mirror Must Be A Mere Reflection
Mirror must have been a mere reflection,
Did see coming in from every direction;
There and here;
Close and near;
Always needed another control correction.
Jim Horn
Guess you could call this a political drama,
That now exists because no more Obama;
Political ploy,
To annoy,
And has truly resulted in a Trump trauma.
Jim Horn
As I continue with my poetry rhyming,
Total number is climbing and climbing;
And together,
Enjoy weather,
When mind and poem I am combining.
Jim Horn
We have experienced latest scoop; In existence you are greatest group;
And they claim,
Rose to fame;
Even when being nice nincompoop
Jim Horn
You must enjoy writing poems just like I do.
Each poem will be new creation;
Could be sung in an incantation;
To music applied,
And people cried,
With much elegance and elation.
Jim Horn
If you would not want
To be treated that way,
Then why would you want
To treat others same way?
This should be philosophy
of every politician.
Jim Horn
Why all the hype?
We created this stereotype,
About identities and sexuality.
Can't you see, that's private to me.
Sex is a Sacred unity, combining you and me.
Spiritually sharing our energy,
In secrecy, only GOD can see.
Think it matters you approve of my identity,
Or that you gave a month for all to see.
Like im looked at differently.
Its a reality lived daily by so many,
And to parade around sexuality seems silly,
Adding confusion to our identity.
And why?
So we can stand pridefully,
In our broken society.
While so many go hungry,
We keep on selfishly.
"Hey you! Look at Me!"
Let me flash my personality.
Don't worry about homeless Harry,
He's scary, he may hurt me,
Not my responsibility.
Where's the Morality?
Who cares about identity or sexuality,
The world is falling from our feet.
A distraction so discrete, so full of deceit,
Cant you see?
The labels dividing you and me.
Bringing chaos to society.
Watching the news, to see a robbery,
Or a dead body, wars in other countries,
Only to comfort our own insecurities.
Blinded by the part we play,
As the FEAR keeps you at bay.
who cares if we're Gay,
Or want to experiment someday.
Identify as a food tray,
That'll drive them away.
Lets take a stance,
Give this world a chance.
Go out, Make a difference.
We dance around identity.
While they rob our connectivity,
Confusing who we truly see.
Not The ONE we're here to be,
Staring back through you and me.
Through love unconditionally,
We will finally see,
The greatness in Humanity.
Escape your captivity,
Of how people think of thee,
We are all here collectively.
FEAR and HATE being thrown in our face,
Over running our LOVE and GRACE.
We're all stuck in this Rat Race,
A slave to its pace.
Unaware, The treasure that awaits,
When we can drop the labels,
And live together as a RACE.
Let's take a month of awareness,
and put it in it's place.
It's a disgrace,
Throwing sexuality in our face.
Sincerely,
The ENE$RGY, running through you and me.
We created this stereotype,
About identities and sexuality.
Can't you see, that's private to me.
Sex is a Sacred unity, combining you and me.
Spiritually sharing our energy,
In secrecy, only GOD can see.
Think it matters you approve of my identity,
Or that you gave a month for all to see.
Like they should be looked at differently.
Its a reality lived daily by so many,
And to parade around sexuality seems silly,
Adding confusion to our identity.
And why?
So we can stand pridefully,
In our broken society.
While so many go hungry,
We keep on selfishly.
"Hey you! Look at Me!"
Let me flash my personality.
Don't worry about homeless Harry,
He's scary, he may hurt me,
Not my responsibility.
Where's the Morality?
Who cares about identity or sexuality,
The world is falling from our feet.
A distraction so discrete, so full of deceit,
Cant you see?
The labels dividing you and me.
Bringing chaos to society.
Watching the news, to see a robbery,
Or a dead body, wars in other countries,
Only to comfort our own insecurities.
Blinded by the part we play,
As the FEAR keeps you at bay.
Who cares if You're Gay,
Or want to experiment someday.
Identify as a food tray,
That'll drive them away.
Lets take a stance,
Give this world a chance.
Go out, Make a difference.
We dance around identity.
While they rob our connectivity,
Confusing who we truly see.
Not The ONE we're here to be,
Staring back through you and me.
Through love unconditionally,
We will finally see,
The greatness in Humanity.
Escape your captivity,
Of how people think of thee,
We are all here collectively.
FEAR and HATE being thrown in our face,
Over running our LOVE and GRACE.
We're all stuck in this Rat Race,
A slave to its pace.
Unaware, The treasure that awaits,
When we can drop the labels,
And live together as a RACE.
Let's take a month of AWARENESS,
and put it in it's place.
It's a disgrace,
Throwing sexuality in our face.
Sincerely,
The ENERGY, running through you and me.