Freedom. Misused.
When such limits
Through entitlements, itself enables
Are broken through;
Common decency's. Man, the frenzied ape
Had kept from view.
Freedom. Abused.
When that, flag-waved
For its praise, a proud land's, as such
Now frowned on is;
Under God's blessing. A faith, treacherous
Had quelled whose hiss.
Kiss me loss me love me again
Just tell me where I need to be
You can use me all you need or want
I’ve gotten uses to being used and abused
But I like being the one that matters even just for an hour
People
Differ
Different
Region
Religion
Tribes
Culture
Core beliefs
Nationality.
People
Support wholly
People rise
Heart rhythm
Love is hard
To give and get
Don't misused
If you dare to find.
Wholly
Thy Universe
Made all
Religions
Cultures and more
God in all for a reason
Echo echoes back
You resonate to what you align with.
We learn to skip before we run,
We learn to crawl before we walk.
We often look before we leap
But rarely think before we talk.
Words are our friends and should be cherished as such,
But too many, it seems, don't seem to care very much.
I have pity on poor defenseless words
When we batter, and bludgeon,
And pummel, and trounce them,
And feel especially bad
When I abuse, or misuse,
Or misspell, or mispronounce them*.
*Author's note and disclaimer: Many of you, dear readers, are well aware that in certain of my pieces, I do these things with a certain degree of frequency, but when I do, I claim poetic license and/or plead the Ogden Nash Amendment, which is: My muse made me do it.
Confused and Misused
Further down we did dig deep;
Deeper into will be our sleep,
Had counted too many sheep;
Except ones not giving a peep.
Poems may be much more possible,
When water appears to be potable,
Down throat more smoothly flowing
And no bacteria in there growing.
Why would anyone ever be eluding,
Poems appearing to be protruding;
While we continued to be confused,
Poems were mishandled and misused.
Jim Horn
Mishandled and Misused
Found Trump to be confounded and confused,
Moron who everyone mishandled and misused;
An incapable parable,
Probably was terrible;
Around entire world messed with and abused.
Trump Was Big Bird
Each word that we heard will have occurred;
Endured and reassured that it can be cured;
When curtailed;
He had failed;
Trump was big bird who allured the absurd.
Jim Horn
I hate what I'm capable of, If I'm abused
A precious family wouldn't be dead but alive
Read the sign on me, if I'm to be pursued
I warn everyone if you misuse me, don't drive
If folk don't handle me with care, ban me now!
I'm tired of people dying because of me
Maybe if one could feel what I feel some how,
they would finally understand my misery
I loathe that awful day that I was created
I was supposed to be used for a good time
Now I'm known as a murderer and hated
If I didn't exist that would be simply sublime
Alexis Y.
10-19-16
My heart was a blank piece of paper
Crisp; clean; untouched
Waiting patiently to be trusted with beautiful words
Written by the warmest hands
Treasured forever like a sweet memory
But you came along and without permission
You wrote the harshest poetry
Cruel thoughts leaving imperfections
Scratches; scribbles; illegible rambles
Like too thick blankets suffocating me
Sadly I have learned
Few people believe in recycling.
-ARI
I've been through it so many times
Being hit on, used, and abused
Life is hard enough
Feeling like I've been played with rough
Innocent victim I was
Can't seem to get away
I found myself on my knees having to pray
My strength and dignity was gone
Many times I felt so alone
Looking for a better day
Instead I felt hopeless in everyway
I finally had faith enough to leave one day
Knowing that God would see me along the way
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