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Bring Peace to Whole World
Introduction.
This is Jim Horn who loves writing poetry and posting it
on Poetry Soup. I also hate typing. It is now 0500 in the
morning and I am just starting to prepare my latest poem.
Just started my Hawaiian Blend cup of coffee and am
drinking it. Laptop is in my lap and notebook with my
poems in it is on left side of me. I am reading what I
wrote down and posting it to Poetry Soup right now.
I always write down my poems in my notebook first.
My fingers seem to naturally flow onto the peace of
paper. Typing it up on computer is one of my dislikeable
points and even despicable as a cartoon character said.
This poem to me is the best that I have ever written. It
explains exactly how I would like my poem treated and
properly respected. I am the first to have broken Haiku
not Hiaku rules by rhyming some of the lines. To me,
this is a modernized version of haiku. Oh, and one other
thing. The website address should be at the bottom of each
poem so it can be located. Here is an example that was just
sent to me: www.poetrysoup.com/poem/quiet_of_the_night_696787
Lastly but not leastly, I feel that every poem should start off with an
introduction. Now on with the show and my poem. Jim Horn
Sun soon arose and later started to set
Then I would write one best ever and yet
That a poet has been written before
Will love everyone and thoroughly adore.
So great my poem always will be to me
Deep as an ocean wide like some sea
And tall mountain majestic and mighty
To be taken seriously and not lightly.
When further and further into poem explore
You will always appreciate it more and more
And somewhat later much to my very surprise
Poem would win a Nobel and Pulitzer Prize.
Prize by my President to me was presented
And to read it before Congress I consented
Poem is attached to wall in an archive
Forever and ever there it will survive.
God who I praise and because of Him
My each poem is in a book all of them
So you can now read and start to sing
Peace to whole world thy all will bring.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
All comments and criticisms are gladly welcomed.
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/bring_peace_to_whole_world_697785
IMAGINE NIGERIA.
Imagine Nigeria,
Becoming a sweet fruit
Like my orange juice,
Imagine Nigeria
With patriotic youths
Who speck truth and
Make my future look
Good,
Imagine Nigeria
That education carry’s a
Concrete foundation,
Becomes a national tool
Towards economic civilization.
Imagine Nigeria
Where the Elders give me
Shelter,
As helicopters isn’t only
For the god fathers,
Imagine Nigeria
My area without malaria
Where the health system
Isn’t a trap wearing danger,
Imagine Nigeria
During the good and bad,
We all stick together.
II
Imagine Nigeria
Where majority is happy to
Sing her slogan,
Infants carry my flag high
On her shoulders.
Imagine Nigeria
That my export moves round
The world,
Without corruption been her
Escort.
Imagine Nigeria
Where terrorism isn’t the
MilitarY salary,
And unmask every stranger
Within her territory.
Imagine Nigeria
Where tension isn’t collected
Before pension, instead
The aged gather for happy
Recreation.
Imagine Nigeria
That electricity lights up
This city
Its connected with easy and
Distributed for almost free.
III
Imagine Nigeria
Where all my blames are not
Left for the leaders,
Instead, first caution our nuclear
Bread winner.
Never curse Nigeria
All I depend is these natural
Mineral,
I can never reverse the
Desperate immigrant,
Looking forward to construct a
Beautiful new river on
Another land.
Imagine Nigeria
When industries employ my
Indigence
And never appoint by your community,
Refineries doesn’t pollute the high
Sea and kill my cat fishing.
Imagine Nigeria
That farming is encouraged
By modernized planning,
Imagine Nigeria
The prosperity sister
Make big plans from your
Little area.
My governor isn’t a magician.
Imagine Nigeria
Beautified with Iroko
Sky scrapers, and
Ordained the genuine giant
Of AFRICA.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
The urge
For we been equipped fellow citizens of
Motherland, Africa she sang of, Poetic is
It justice? just ice frosting dreams, hopes
Parliament a breeding citadel of perverse
Codes that terms us labourers in our land.
Gazetted reforms that impairs our virtues
And moralistic principles of being, rejected
By those with all the mighty through veto,
How lame I voted him in for betterment
Of the kin, weary leaving in the cold street.
My ails heals from their white precipitates,
Inscribed by a solo individual, dual turns a
Taboo yet granny always had crushed roots
The ails would shy... Boots, books, and tie
Paper wetting from the drips of enslavement
Hunting modernized but the parliaments left
In great chaos, adaptation of the scripts left
Us this urge, The urge to revolt, yearning...
Codified practices that are never followed by
The sire, a new mutant foe in make, Change.
5 January 19
Lowlifediarist
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Vultures
No wonder why I have this naked head
These weak claws, Neither have I ever
Wondered why I feed chiefly on carrion
Rotting carcass dressed by fellow humane
Ages past starving, preying, pitying shame.
Carrion bird been termed, so wary I envy
The keen and noble eagle whose social unit
Portray efficiency and tranquility in plays
How he is gifted in soaring up highs spred
He preys on fresh flesh, he hustles nothing.
Vultures we been cased by mother nature
For we toil yet others birds emblems might
We long for the deprived freedoms, denied
And fed on their remains. Avarice being no
Shame for no honor is related to my name.
Black birds whom seize by violence, preys
Like us, feeds greedily stood forth our Sire.
Corrupt ravens whom disperse parliaments
Owls on the watch, waiting to grace thier
Chance too, damned birds of disgust, cursed.
5 January 19
Lowlifediarist
Like every mortal since Adam and Eve's transgression, I'm not perfect,
but in The Church, The Bride of Christ is where I want to be. I'm not a self-proclaimed critic sitting on a high bar. I'm not a Christian claiming to be 'holier than thou'. I only know what I feel, what I sense, what I see. I'm neither prophet nor seer, but I know what I see. There are churches in
what seems to be a valley paved with a roadway that is shaped like a "Y", called the Valley of Decision.
There's no burning flame on the stove top, but I SEE A CHURCH
unaware of its impending demise like the frog in the kettle. I hear a wake-up call from the heavens, but I SEE A CHURCH fast asleep like Rip Van Winkle who slept through the American Revolution. It has been a while since the Exodus, but I SEE A CHURCH enslaved in Egypt land. Presently, I'm not aware of an Exodus, but I SEE A CHURCH
wandering in the wilderness and struggling to be led.
Armed with weapons not made with hands, I SEE A CHURCH in conflict
and at war with its worst enemy. It's not on the Island of Patmos, but I SEE A MODERNIZED AND WORLDLY CHURCH at ease in Zion and entangled in Laodicea.
There is no food famine in America presently, but I SEE ANOTHER CHURCH hungry and thirsty for change, renewal, revival, restoration, and a move of God. We are nearing the crossroads of time and eternity where the sand in the hourglass is dropping rapidly, and I SEE THIS CHURCH, not in panic but preparation mode, and poised for a reset in anticipation for the last great awaking just before the 2nd coming of the KING of kings and LORD of lords!!!
080720PS
Kigali! You’re a dream differed
An indefinite dream for unkeyed
You break too many hearts
Heal too many souls abruptly
Kill so many indeed loves
Thus incite a life of pretense.
You’re a money made lifestyle
A suitable dilapidate religion
A refuge to desperate buddies
That many believe you’re a curb
Yet you confuse fidelitous colleens
And deceive whoever you want.
But you’re a dam of opportunities.
Kigali! You’re a home without taboos
An essence of somewhat hopes
Where people move each night
Couples break back and forth
Relationships built over sights basis
Where everyone mind their own hassles
Big players are the best prayers
Where worship is a vital business
Preaching, a sophisticated deal
With a new mean of divination
Yet it’s got a certain overnight
And God is only sought by troubled!
But you’re a land of many chances.
Kigali! You’re a Neverland we never plot
Thus many of us don’t mind you
But still can’t revert to birthplaces.
You’re a confusing glittering promise
Enormous attractants diverting youngsters
Where speaking a mother tongue is illiterate
A place that changed many of us names
Where tramping is a tiresome sport
Many starve and won’t ever surrender
Such a place of modernity and technology
That even modernized feelings and foods
Bodies can be remade and looks created.
And you’re a center of creativity.
the story of life
life is not a sugar
Cain stick
it is not sweet like
we want any more
intelligent human
has turned it upside
down
they are now in charge
we gave them the chances
all what they need
so we are tied up
to their ropes of
no justice
the story of life
life is not a bread
and honey Paradise
any more
it has been captivated
by evil human
so the righteous
always have a
cross to bear
the reality of life
now is full of lies
the truth is not legal
any more in too many places
the fact of truth is always
a closed factor
it is hated nowadays
so all we do is just follow
in an era of manipulation
the story of life
the reality of life
nowadays is painted
with struggles and suffering
that included everyone
we all suffer one way or the other
no land is a perfect place now
in a perfect world
the programming of the mind
never stop
the mind control system is still
in charge of our freedom
the super powers still waving
the flags of wars
the poor still in fears of their tommorow
what a life
what a world
a true life story
the story of life
life is a free zone
I wonder how true
is that now
the rich still richer
the poor remains more poorer
the games of civilization
is still the same
the greedy are still greedy
nothing has change
the old evil ways still
never gone
but only improve and modernized
to further improve
the captive of the common man
who innocently serve and
believe in his land
our life is nothing good
better than that of the old
years gone
we are still fighting
and that is a very sad story
what a story
the story of life
Regal in me
As a puppet strung in a rope
I remained tying with my bloc
Ever since I opened eyes and
Knew something with laugh
Regality soaked me as a morning loaf
As other I was said to follow with hard
To be gentle boy bearing 5 kilo load
Wept tightly aborting their alert
I remained failed in my regal
Sincere morality duties and obligations
I cultured lot of bore as herbs in horticulture
Still I bore a lot of pain in my reign
Remembering how to overcome modern regal
Those heavy awful teachings of others
Always perform to the effect of jet culture
Fly over the sky at tight right
Otherwise fall and sink in sea deep to die
Regal in me awakened more or less in life
Vertical horizontal diagonal fly
A kiss in the dream some time only freed me
I am the monarch in my blew regal
Classical test modernized facial
Removed hairs from thighs and hide
Very critical to accept with fair darling
In reality I am failure to digest in my regal
Matter of cosmos and let fly thought their
Sometime geared up high high in the bright sky
Ultimately downfall from there with great havoc to die
I never boarded in super jet fly
I invented a master plan for me to reign
Let standing myself in the monarch dream
A treat of tasteful opportunity,
If I stood first in the competition to win.
I remember redden face of lass
If she happened to raise rim of frock calf high
These days in my realm I need to bear
Two parallel mounds attract the eyes.
element of my surmised;
evening going to be surprised;
by t he click's you modernized;
this is just me up and on the rise;
clouds dancing in the skies
winds and currents walk on by
fire climbs, air tides too;
this is up above the view;
UPRISING
UP RISING
UPRISING
UP RISING
enticing me to fly;
as I look up and see the angels, with my eyes;
element of my submissions;
holy presents conditions;
by the click's you modernized
this is just me up and on the rise;
clouds dancing in the skies;
UPRISING
UP RISING
UPRISING
UP RISING
winds and currents walk on by;
fire climbs, air tides tool
this is up above the view;
enticing me to fly, enticing me to fly;
as I look up and se the angels, with my eyes;
when I awaken from my sleep;
out of the darkness I do speak;
UPRISING
UP RISING
UPRISING
UP RISING
I GET UP THIS IS UP ABOVE MY VIEW;
THIS IS UP ABOVE YOURS TOO;
ENTICING US TO FLY;
ENTICING ME TO CRY;
AS WE LOOK UP AND SEE THE ANGELS WITH OUR EYES;
ELEMENTS OF OUR SUBMISSIONS;
HOLY PRESENTS CONDITIONS AS I LOOK, AS WE LOOK UP AND SEE THE ANGELS WITH OUR EYES
UPRISING
I go by Derz
and I'd appreciate
a minute of your time
to educate you with my words
of wisdom
excuse the slurs
I was higher than the solar system
that night was a blur, i was a victim
to the party scene schism
my actions are just a symptom
of rebelling against this crooked
economical system
they try to warn you
about the horned dude
looking through the eye
at the top of the prism
no one gets out alive
something like a prison
a medieval purgatory
a modernized reformatory
it extremely worries me
how ethnocentric
the people of the world can be
they only see what they want to see
what their minds have been brainwashed to sense and perceive
what the media
justifies them to believe
they're ignorant of their intent
no matter what they say
this territory isn't free
there is no such thing as free will
excuse me if I'm coming off as crazy
I forgot to take my pills
but if there was,such,
a thing
we wouldn't come together, as angry protesters
protesting,
against our cities protectors
who are unfit in properly
protecting,this community
and we, the people
have seen enough
if it wasn't for that badge
you wouldn't be so tough
don't forget that you're still one of us
and it is unlawful
as well as unjust
to kill innocent lives
of people who were loved
but no one can grasp and understand
what the fuss is
we don't mind, being blinded
just as long as we get our justice!
Milwaukee the City of Festivals
A festival for every season
Known for beer and cheeses
Cheese curds squeak as beer foams.
Old architecture are reborn
Modernized for this era
Museums within and near the lake
To arts and performances
In theaters across the city.
Yet with what Milwaukee has
There seems to be something missing
Where are the mystical words
That reside this urban jungle?
Where are the poets
That breath life into poems?
Where are meetups and events
For writers to share thoughts
To hear a poet's inspiration?
I can't seem to find
Even a poetry reading
Not even for the afternoon
Exclusive to the night
As a nocturnal bat taking flight.
Is there no love
For a literary art?
That goes unappreciated
In this little metropolis?
Why must poetry be a bug
To be brushed under the rug
As the other arts get glory
Why must poetry go unloved?
Let us bring awareness
To poetry for Milwaukee
Bring more events to honor
The literary art during April
Its most treasured holiday month
Dedicated to the beauty of poetry.
Dedicate a festival for literature
Poets across the country to come
To share their wisdom and art
Inspire new poets with its beauty.
It's time poetry deserved the spotlight
Rise like a phoenix from the ashes
To fly across the majestic sky
Above the City of Festivals
Fly sweet poetic phoenix
Let your presence be known.