Mos Poems

Thanks

Tears slowly trickled down my cheeks; most
Heartfelt gesture trusting me with such
A gift. Who? Why? I had no idea.
Numb with outburst sunshine from within.
Know, kind angel, I will spill my ink.
Sweet Lord, with a grateful heart I give you thanks.


6/21/2020



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Tik Tok of Oz

A fairy queen, a mortal maid, a rose princess, a Shaggy Man and a mule,
An army of seventeen and a copper private running on fuel,
This copper man Tik Tok by name,
To help Shaggy find his brother, came,
This small party from myriad regions,
Bent on fighting the Nome King's legions,
Some pluck they ought to have,
Battling masters of the world's richest cave,
Unafraid of the grave danger,
Some with greed, some with anger,
Enthusiasm bursting forth,
Taking the mos solemn oath,
They set along of foot,
Passing the country of rubbery trouble,
Engaging in cleverness of Nome's double,
They fall through a hollow tube to the other side of the world,
Awakening the fury the Great Jinjin had burned,
A dragon to revenge the breaking of law,
Which broke steel chains with sole paw,
Banishing the Nome with deadly poison of eggs,
Forced to walk on cold dead earth those tiny legs,
Finding his brother Shaggy rejoiced,
Breaking the curse the party they joined,
All went home with a light heart,
Enthusiasm for another adventure trailing along in a cart,
This party fearless and pure,
We hope to meet again for sure.

06/17/2020

Yim Sayest He

that i might love as
lovers do
and make woman want and need me
then they shall stand before me
to be mine
the need of belonging
the soughted bare
thus must I havest thee as mine
the keepsake of love
that as lovers we might engage to
be in love
thus the creation of our togetherness
might have others to wish us apart
curse them that we have now
to be together
curse them that they wish us apart!

HAVEST ME
AS LOVER
HAVEST ME
OH THOSE WHO WISH US
STRAINGED AND UNRAVELED
HAVEST ME
AS LOVER
HAVEST ME
THAT I STRAIN FOR
LOVE HAVEST ME!
WAST THE NIGHT
WE HAVEST TOGETHER
MAKE US LOVE
EACH OTHER
HAVEST ME
THAT I STAND IN THE DOORWAY OF FOREVER
AND OPEN THE DOOR TO LET YOU
IN HAVEST ME
MIGHT I SEEP IN YOUR EMOTIONS
AND SMILE IN HAPPINESS
MIGHT I STAND BEFORE YOU AS LOVER
HAVEST ME.

Her Jawer Jaber

Nyako adwari bende anyalo heri
Yawa apari warom mondo aleri
Iberna kendo ochuna mondo aweri
Ateri mos walos wach
kawinjo nyingi to chunya liel mach
kel chunyi machiengni an kwach
Onagi Ja nyakach
sibuor moluor ekor gweng
wouoyi motegno kendo rateng
A jaber her jawer
karwa kodi chwe kendo ler
Andikoni akonie kaka iber
A jaber Her Jawer
pada gi kwe kendo irodha gi hera
Dalawa ateri kendo dalau itera
Imos baba gi mama,dana gi kwara
owadwa nyaminwa ji duto riti
Gidwaro ngeyo kiti
Gidwaro chi wuoyi
A jaber her Jawer
Dhok nyaka ater
choras nyaka awer
nyaka kaka iber
kaka iler
mara ma aseyiero
Ma yuthe te dwaro
yawa singna ni chwo ikwero
kendo an e kende
Achiel kende
E piny matinde
jaber singna
herawa Pakna
Sungri sweetheart pakri, tingri malo
An mari pile dak wasenyalo
mudho mag hera waseloyo
Hera omoko, hera omuoch
hera Opoto, hera Lich
jaber Her jawer
winje kaka awer
her Jawer jaber.

Another Combat Fatality

Another Combat Fatality

I just had enlisted in the Army one day.
Oath of allegiance to country did say.
For four years would be in the infantry
And combat duty would eventually see.

Over hill and dale went to basic training.
Out of me all of my energy was draining.
Had pushed myself as far as I could go.
Was always in middle not fast or slow.

But regardless I finally finished at last
And all of my tests successfully passed.
At some questions, I did have to guess
And in end had been awarded an MOS.

I proudly would wear an Army uniform
And our unit ended up in Desert Storm
While fighting there in a combat unit.
We were all brave and had true grit.

While on duty drove by a desert palm;
Nearby was buried a roadside bomb
Which did kill both my buddy and me;
We had become a Combat Fatality.

Mohave Valley Raceway

Mohave Valley Raceway is the place to be.
Lots of awesome people and races to see.
And should you happen to have a date come Sat. night.
Bring them to the races - it really is all right.

Drivers come from all over - even out of town.
To make it here on time, before the flag goes down.
We have drivers of various ages, courageous, loving, and bold.
Around camp fires and dinner tables their adventures are often told.

Racers are unique - a very special breed.
They'll dash to your side, when you have a need.
It's an adrenaline rush - the thrill of the chase.
A friendly competition to see who'll win the race.

You don't know what you're missing - not being at the track.
We have fantastic beverages and many a delicious snack.
So come one - come all and join us in the fun.
And cheer your friends to victory when races they have won.


Addendum: This is a real racetrack in Mohave Valley Arizona - they race every other Sat. 6 mos. out of the year with a Summer and Winter Break. I had the pleasure of being there for approximately 3 years. I have since moved to another state - but if you ever get to that part of Arizona be sure to check them out.

A Combat Fatality

A Combat Fatality

I just had enlisted in the Army one day.
Oath of allegiance to country did say.
For four years would be in the infantry
And combat duty would eventually see.

Over hill and dale went to basic training.
Out of me all of my energy was draining.
Had pushed myself as far as I could go.
Was always in middle not fast or slow.

But regardless I finally finished at last
And all of my tests successfully passed.
At some questions, I did have to guess
And in end had been awarded an MOS.

I proudly would wear an Army uniform
And our unit ended up in Desert Storm
While fighting there in a combat unit.
We were all brave and had true grit.

When on duty drove by a desert palm;
Nearby was buried a roadside bomb
Which did kill both my buddy and me;
And we had become a Combat Fatality.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Wens Van Die Nagtegal

Wens van die Nagtegaal

Die tering knaag en groei aan my; elke uur en dag
Obsessiewe abses met ‘n kompulsiewe smag.
Grou ‘n gat en maak maar plek; vir doodsangs in die nag
Wie sal huil? Wie sal treur? Wie sal wen? En wie sal lag?

Na-ywer in die klank sal klink, en saggies sal hul sing:
Talmend ritmies, soet sal klink; as hul die loflied bring.
Liedere, sange, stemme klink; hul ereplek is lankal vol –
Dit sal wees die slot van daardie donker dooie kol…

In die geestelik’ vergadering; ‘n liggaamsdeel se doel
Vergroeisel was die pyn en nou; die einste wat ek voel.
Los maar eers die chirurgie; ‘k wil dit liewers hou –
Dalk nie eers kwaadaardig nie; ek wil dit mos onthou

Helfte van my saailinge en dubbeld van my oes
Die kanker wat my lewe eis kan my nie meer verwoes!
Sê nou maar ek kies die pyn; word dit ‘n afskeid-lied?
Hoe sal dit dan ooit kan wees? Die raad sou dit verbied…

Die Marionet

Die Marionet

Daar voor op die verhoog
So ewe droog. 
Die Marionet

Met die Meester se stem
So, asof getem. 
Die Marionet

Geen wil van sy eie
Het hy ‘n getuie? 
Die Marionet?

Hy dans darem en sing
Hy is ‘n snaakse ding.
Jy weet mos

Aan toutjie van gena’
Niks wat hom pla
Moet ek weer?

Met die meester se mag
Het almal gelag
Vir die pop
As die vertoning verby is
Opgesluit in ‘n kis...

DIE MARIONET

Tricia Bernard

Tuff and tender hearted
Realistic
Idealistic
Caring
Incredible
Alive



Bashful
Eloquent
Resourceful
Naughty
Above faithful
Responsive
Dissatisfied


Tricia Bernard
10/8/2014

I am a BRAIN CANCER/ BRAIN SURGERY savior I only know what is left is what you get of me and it tis not much. With this I impart a little more knowledge. I still have cancer it has not grown any more but I have it ck. every 6 mos. so I will have my next check up in March Yah for me!

A Combat Fatality

A Combat Fatality

I just had enlisted in the Army one day.
Oath of allegiance to country did say.
For four years would be in the infantry
And combat duty would eventually see.

Over hill and dale went to basic training.
Out of me all of my energy was draining.
Had pushed myself as far as I could go.
Was always in middle not fast or slow.

But regardless I finally finished at last
And all of my tests successfully passed.
At some questions, I did have to guess
And in end had been awarded an MOS.

I proudly would wear an Army uniform
And our unit ended up in Desert Storm
While fighting there in a combat unit.
We were all brave and had true grit.

While on duty drove by a desert palm;
Nearby was buried a roadside bomb
Which did kill both my buddy and me;
We had become a Combat Fatality.

jthorn5656@atmc.net

My Jazmine

Her eyes are brown,
Her smile is wide.
she has stolen my heart,
she holds my dreams.
she never ceases to amaze me;
her voice is like soft music in my ears,
her kiss is like a sweet cherry freshly picked,
she smells like a full bloomed rose.
as i hold her now
i see my life and wife in her eyes.
she is my bellissima amour.
we grew up together,
we used to play together,
who could have known?
she would be my love
my one, my only
my Jazmine.




i wrote this on valentines day for my girlfriend Jazmine, we were doing poetry in school, adn we had to make a valentines daypoem for something we love, i chose the thing (in this case a person) that i love mos...Jazmine. i actua;lly have a few drawings that go with igt bugt, im not sure how to put them on here so...

Re-Kindled

Slide after slide,photo after photo.
Every minute of that moment together,flashes back.
I missed some,forgive me for calling grey,black.
I was time blind for I was in denial of your state.

That,smile that your cracking through the storm of pain.
That,motion you make with your eyes,momentarily shifting fate.
That,song from your heart to make her smile,pain drain.
Then,that still picture of rare beauty you pose for mother.

Re-living the past,in present memories.

I still feel that gust of sorrow,tears sweep my soul,silently.

Looking at you now,my young,amazing,sweet,wonderful nephew.
These photos,this clip,that vivid memory of your life with us.

Until i too depart and wax out from the sun,i shall never blow your candle.

Rest In My Heart.

By M.O.O aka Uncle mos-eh!

Fifty,Fifty

I’m not a sweetheart or an angel
I could get really rude
I’m not always in a bright mood
I admit I have a attitude problem
I get easily annoyed 
I always listen to people over you 
And I’m always paranoid…
I get very *****y
And you point out all of these…and I can’t understand why
Cause you’re most defiantly not the good guy
You get mad to quick 
You’re the definition of a Hypocrite 
You can’t keep your hands to your self… nor your eyes 
Which knowing you, shouldn’t be a surprise 
You’re controlling,
I can’t even have a boy as a friend without you knowing
Or going in for no reason
And your mos. def. a great actor 
You had me fooled for a quick minute
I’m glad I never let my guard down for a second
I know I lied about ever loving you
But I never went behind you back and talked to your little cousin
Nigga you were bugging
I don’t know but maybe you think I’m dumb or stupid 
But I’m smart enough not to dare go back out with you 
But its not you nor me...its us
We just can’t be
I can be very *****y
And your just plain crazy
So in conclusion
Don’t try to put it all on me 
Cause it was defiantly 50/50……

Soundtrack To My Life

When you play a little Marvin Gaye,
And you mix it up with some Tupac.
You throw in a little Whitney and then
You add just a little Mariah Carey,
Some Ludacris, Some Mary Mary.
Throw in some Fred Hammond,
Aaliyah, Tank, Kirk Franklin,
And Raheem Devaugn's "Woman".
A little Dwele and Common,
Mos Def, Avant and
Gym Class Heroes.
Play some Ray Charles,
Heart, Queen, Ella Fitzgerald,
Paramore, Hawthorne Heights, Musiq Soulchild,
Poison, Case, Rascal Flatts,
Etta James, Louis Armstrong and mix that
With a little DMX and Christina Aguilera,
Destiny's Child, Timbaland the hitmaker,
Chris Brown, Anthony Hamilton, J Moss, Jill Scott.
Mix it up and then you've got
The soundtrack to my life.

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