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Players So Short
Even if my players are still so short,
Can count on God when on the court;
Defend and depend,
Until very end;
Trough trials and tribulations did support.
Jim Horn
Will Believe and Receive
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Remember when in God we always believe,
And a bright light from His Son did receive;
On have relied;
Then satisfied;
Actually gave Trump a thorough reprieve.
Jim Horn
Defied and Denied God
Instead of God glorified and being deified,
By Trump has been both defied and denied;
Be specific;
Not terrific;
Continually to is he lied, lied and more lied.
Jim Horn
We Have Remembered Poems by Horn
We have remembered lives we did live,
And things to God which we would give;
When day was done,
Saw a sunset stun;
Find our life full of vive, verve and veve.
Jim Horn
We remembered God forgiving our each sin,
And glad in all of our lives will always be in;
Made me smile;
Did not beguile;
To others, happy and friendly we have been.
Jim Horn
Remember when God answered our prayer,
So this story with you we will want to share;
Became sunburned,
And red skin turned;
He helped by giving bare bodies more hair.
Can't you just see Eve shaving her legs.
Jim Horn
We remember when married we were,
And birth of beautiful baby would occur;
Life dreamed of,
Full of much love;
Had bought pretty cat who likes to purr.
Jim Horn
Where They Wear Boots
Went to a camp where they wear boots;
After we had enlisted and were recruits;
Create great scene;
Keep room clean;
Headed off for chow when whistle toots.
Jim Horn
Cabby Constantly Crabby
We remember when God brought us a cabby,
Who was demanding and constantly crabby;
We started to see,
Happy wanted to be;
He went out and bought cat that is a tabby.
Jim Horn
And life likes to continue on and on
Until to heaven we have gone.
Hit Head of a Big Banker
We took another long trip on a tanker;
Reached end an did decide to anchor;
Safely did land;
Beach with sand,
And had hit the head of a big banker.
I thought it was an anchor clanker
not anchor a banker who is out of
control.
Jim Horn
Trump Should Inspect
Trump we truly should further inspect;
Discovered has been a human reject;
Off his rocker;
A real shocker,
As well as dumb ***** we did detect.
Jim Horn
Once the dream was to make America the shining light of the world
a caring and compassionate country with opportunities for all
but after questioning the veracity of the election in America by the sham pretender since then this nation has endured the corrupt, the ugly, the distrusted who have put a damp on long held dreams of millions.
A neophyte failed businessman/politician with a narcissistic bent
of a five year old, looking for a king's crown, his fatuous transmutation has proven to be the culprit blocking his own way but denial is months away but
this dream may be reality in the making.
We who understand the damage done know are the ones
who must remove the stench he has created and the pain he inflicted
while hell bent trying to annihilate our Democratic Republic and his intent on
changing justice in America to save himself.
American's Constitution and the Bill of Rights are the hope of the world
but this administration peddles lies for control but honesty chokes them,
integrity strangles their foundations and freedoms they profess to value.
Their insidious mindset will not prevail and definitely will be challenged.
We are being devoured by manipulative small minds; their indifference,
bigotry and the all-mighty, all-consuming, deceptive profits seems to be what we are becoming. I can't believe we have been overcome with greed
and what it represents, but are we really, at heart, really that?
Will Democracy, Truth, Justice continue to be our guide, our conscience?
Will American integrity survive the current onslaught of verbal inanities?
America was great before this charlatan came unto the scene
misleading his followers and instilling his divisive absurdities.
America was great long before this pretender stepped on these shores.
It will continue to be great even greater, but these last few years he has fed lies of con to his followers derailing that trajectory of greatness
yet there are those who will follow this false Messiah's words of hatred.
White supremacists, bigots, genocidal maniacs with the mistaken idea
that this country is for them to take have a shocker awaiting them,
America will never be ruled solely by punk-pink-orange colored wannabe's
hellbent on destroying indigenous peoples of our world and our country.
Missing children, the mentally ill, and the homeless persons on the street
When we are returning back to our own homes sewn up just so very neat
They were once us their lives fulfilled where by force something hits them
The righteous are not righteous when many turnabout face and condemn
What if it was your child, I hear so many ask, but even family on you reject
The government have institutions; and it is not us, that does really neglect
We give our lives to the system, but of the forgotten, enough is never said
As long as we are fed, as long as we are warm as we retire to our own bed
Sleeping soundly never give thanks and praises for what we have received
The thought of sleeping homeless, thoughts we could not hope to conceive
Yet are they not the ones who suffer, just so we can live our gracious lives
Was that a tear I saw when on the TV you heard of another child that dies
As the most you do is put a few pennies in a charity box your sins repelled
Go about your business knowing your God righteousness has been upheld
Well; you just might be in for a shocker when you get to the heavens gates
There’s no space for those who thought life was handed to them on a plate
Where down the stairs of hell you go till it’s you who are out on the street
Then you understand the look in their eyes, when on the streets you meet
It’s a look, I have been here before, and now it my turn to repent, help me
Because by helping you are in fact setting yourselves free from the misery
God helps those who got off their butt, as gave their time and put effort in
Not those who thought they are righteous, throwing a few cents into a bin
I don’t wear designer clothes, nor wear gold to act as merits of my own life
When those clothes or gold could give a person some food or a bed tonight
So many people who claim righteousness when eating really too much food
I hope all those righteous ones rush out now and feed some homeless dude
He or she may well have been one of your brothers, a sister in a former life
Please show compassion in your heart, and go lessen someone else’s strife
Where did you go?
I saw here a minute ago,
You disappeared right in font of my very eyes.
Why did you leave?
Was it because of me?
Oh Daddy wont you tell me?
I looked under the bed,
I even checked the closet,
But you were not there!
Daddy, Mommy says you gone.
Daddy were did you go,
I hate this new game of hide and seek!
I promise I'll be good.
Mommy, is bring all of these new guys home!
Daddy everyone is telling me lies.
I'm so confused!
I feel so used!
What did I do?
Is it my fault?
Did I yell to much?
Can you tell me Daddy?
Wont you tell me what I did wrong?
Or are you to afraid to face me?
Oh I feel so sad!
Mommy just left!
I can't take it any more!
I cry every night now!
I think it was me!
I did something wrong!
I was born!
They say we would be in foster care,
But Sheri took us in!
Now she says that it wasn't our fault.
I honestly believe her.
You really hurt me,
And I trusted you.
You finely came back,
I'm really happy!
Wait, who the hell is that?
A STEP MOTHER!
Why, Sheri is just like a mother to use!
You love her wow that is a shocker!
How the hell can you love that thing!
Her eyes are popping out of her head!
Did you strangle her?
Sorry to judge,
But, she is u-g-l-y,
And she ain't got no alibi.
Now you gave me back to mom!
What did I do this time?
Why is it because I'm a girl?
Is your wife getting between us?
That thing says I was just so bad!
Is true, huh Daddy is it?
I need to know!
I feel so lost and so confuse!
When will you try to visit me?
Are you gone for ever?
Is it temporary again?
Can't you tell me why your gone again?
Mommy, she's throwing thing at me,
She is calling me bad names!
Daddy, where are you?
I can't keep wait for to save me.
Daddy, I hear my brothers are coming to live with me,
is it true, huh daddy is it?
They are hear and Mommy saying your in some stuff,
Is it true huh is it?
Daddy, I'm looking to the heaven for an answer,
all because you want to ignore me!
Mommy is threatening us again!
What do I do?
Tell me what to do!
Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.
Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.
Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.
Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.
Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?
Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.
The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.
The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.
Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.
Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.
Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.
We sat at the only empty table.
I'd never seen her before,
that elegant, thirty-something lady,
when I visited that shore.
I was twenty-two years old, with big ideas,
a little scruffy, a little thin.
I may once have been more fascinated,
but I can't remember when.
In the air, a sense of revolution,
an unseen, electric buzz -
hours of uninterrupted conversation
on that magic day that was.
"I am separated from my husband",
she mysteriously explained.
"Why?" I asked, my question drifting away,
of it, nothing remained.
I did not know the nature of their problem,
only that he was a doctor.
Her personal life was, it seemed, taboo, though
I wish I had unlocked her.
In the late afternoon, she bid me adieu,
departing to the West.
Suddenly, I knew that I was in love.
My purpose, I now possessed.
I hoped to find her on those foreign streets
before I had to move on.
Finally, I spied her, amongst the busy crowd,
but she was no longer blonde.
Before I could catch her, she entered a store.
So, I decided to wait.
How was it that she never came out again?
I left, when they closed so late.
Just then, a thug from some political faction
clubbed me, slammed me in a cell,
where I disappeared into a timeless fog,
emerging with a strange tale to tell.
They released me, who knows how much later.
I walked among the crowd,
trying to regain my wobbly footing,
my mind, beneath a cloud.
A man approached me, purposefully,
and I was shocked to see -
in every detail, he was a replica
of no one but me.
He told me that I would be joining him.
I pushed him and tried to run,
but he possessed superhuman strength
and continued where he'd begun.
He asked what I did for a career,
and it was a shocker
to hear my own voice say so loud and clear,
"I am a doctor".
"What a nice surprise that is", said he,
"so useful, I suggest.
We have someone we want you to meet.
She will be impressed".
T'was the night before Christmas and through the beer store
folks were procuring Christmas cheer by the score.
They came from near and far to get bottles of rum
to make yummy eggnog and to its pleasures succumb.
Our Ukrainian friends, Vlodymir and Prianka, decided to load up with bottles of vodka, and together with their generous friend Ebenezer celebrated the season by consuming Bloody Caesars.
My Newfoundland friends made it abundantly clear that they planned to consume mass quantities of beer. These would include several stouts, ales and lagers all from local breweries – not exactly a shocker!
Some friends braved the weather that was wet, cold and brisky, in order to purchase forty-ouncers of whiskey; and they all thought it was very good and responsible to consider drinking and driving completely unacceptable.
When the liquor store closed at a quarter to nine, the latecomers decided to purchase moonshine; and, admittedly, they all got a vicarious pleasure from surreptitiously buying from a local bootlegger.
On that Christmas Eve, several ladies did dine to a holiday feast that included bottles of wine. They sipped several glasses of sparkling, red and white toasting Happy Holidays to all and to all a good night!
G.I.R.L. (Gorgeous Intelligent Radiant Lady)
What started out as a message on myspace
Is the reason I keep a smile on my face
And the reason I keep a smile on my face
Is because you put it there when we first locked face
I looked at you the 1st good time by my guy locker
Then felt a cohesive aura that gave me a shocker
Then we twice in a row met in front of the lunchroom
And the eye contact felt like a sonicboom
In my heart I have reserved limitless room
Til the end of the earth for you I zoom
Sittin with you at lunch
Damn I feel a hunch
To hop on top of you and kiss you
Everyday I miss you
I may sound thirsty
Or maybe even thirty
But you won't say "Baby I thought you'd never hurt me."
Is this love at first sight
I hope I'm right
I promise I don't bite
Love you already I just might
Whether in a box or a house
A pet dog or a pet mouse
For richer or for poorer
I'd never call you a whore
Sex is not my objective
Being with you is no elective
I didn't choose this it just happened
I'm serious I'm not laughin
When I see you blood pumps rapidly to my heart cuz my emotions are clappin
That's a colossal applause
Does our bond have a cause
If not let me know
And as fast as I came is as fast as I'll go
Not go away but go harder
Travel farther
Than a train
In heavy rain
I'm no doctor but I can heal your pain
To show I got education
I make no hesistaton
To start a relation
Take this ship to its destination
I'm sick of the female exploration
I make you my top nomination
You are my flower who completed pollination and fertilization
To me you are the best in the nation
Or better yet, the world
To you: Beautiful G.I.R.L.
Dying in Bolehland
MURDER SHOCKER: TEENAGE GRANDSONS OF PROMINENT ANALYST ARRESTED OVER CRADLE CEO’S KILLING
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Hohoho....
The many ways to die, they are all happening here in Bolehland...
Cradle Fund head honcho, supposedly an accidental fire death....
Set off by a faulty charging phone in the dead of the night....
But he had had an archery puncture wound in his neck...
Now, of all people, his teenaged stepsons are picked up...
Their father and mother, now the grieving widow, they are arrested...
What a tangled web of deceit must have been weaved.....
In the household of the deceased, a CEO of a fund company...
There are other shocking ways to die, you'll find them here....
In Bolehland, your life can stop prematurely when you stop at a traffic light .....
Bang, bang, bang! You can be a bullet ridden corpse at the wheel...
The killers, they wheeled away on a motorbike, quick as they can...
Some poor chap got called up to MACC towers for questioning...
Only for some mysterious gusts of wind blew him to his death down below...
Yet another unlucky dead, he was found embedded in a drum of concrete....
The most famous of all, more than a decade later to the day...
A glamorous Mongolian girl was killed and get blown to smithereens...
By C4 explosives and the long suffering father has no remains to grief over...
Yeah, these are but some of the creative ways to die in real life in Bolehland...
There are many other ways to take leave from this earth...
And here in Bolehland, these are a few of the creative ways That happened...
It is time the creative script writers of Hollywood take notice...
Hohoho....
She'll be rather willing to be burnt
on the stakes forgotten
than sleep and wake in the jailers chains
watching her purpose gather up dust.
Rake her charred remains
heap upon heap among others
that died trying
She'll smile till the last, pleased.
Call her weak and wait but a week for a shocker to be hatched up her sleeves
Her make up is as good as war paint
In the battlefield of her mind
She'll smile - you'll think the sun is tucked in her mouth.
Strong woman walking carelessly over weighed rules
drunk with queenly demand as she staggers
you'll hear the music her feet makes crushing beneath her feet old
paintings of black woman.
Piece by piece where the moon
is absent to grace the nightsky
She'll complete the puzzle
of the woman in her dreams.
The wildest panthers are not odds enough to stop her
Conquest drums
drums hard in her chest that they'll flee cowardly.
She has stopped feeding her past with her precious tears
She can hear destiny clearer now
Time now whispers than weep
Imploring, beckoning
She'll blow a kiss to heaven from her bed
giving a million reasons
like arms of jealous lovers to keep her unexplored.
Her generation groans
She hears them from the future
They cry for water
They cry for fire
For a worthy one who has gone through them
She is on her way
with the strides of a big cat.
There is no need to believe in her
where grace flows ceaselessly
to reassure her.
Adore her sores
Not weep ruefully
Its for the shore Beulah.
Through your telescope you will watch her
Sit on the brightest of stars with teary eyes still caught looking up to God.