My doctor likes to see the Earth
I get a nosebleed, she’s wading the surf
Maybe off Thailand, maybe Brazil
Who’s gonna save me when I get ill?
Yeah, there’s satellites, I can always text
But she’s out of town at the smallest pretext
Running a marathon, maybe in Rome
Everywhere is her home away from home
Maybe its that she sees all the frailties of man
Maybe that galvanizes her to move while she can.
I shouldn't grudge it, but I've just broken my toe
Kicking a wall when she mentioned "Idaho".
So I’ll drive like a saint, not drag race the streets
Not eat the wrong things, not trip on my feet
Not mouth off to strangers, not poke at a bear
Not flirt with disaster or agree to a dare.
I'll use Gemini or Grok or Chat G P T
Then I'll order from an offshore pharmacy
That might finish me off and I'll complain no more
Hope she feels sorry before heading to the Jersey shore.
(note: she really is a good doctor, I'm just having fun here)
Sunset Sigh
pretend it was me and not you
in love. Cupid put down his arrows,
they were aimless, anyhow -
he sees that now. still,
there’s a beauty and a cutie
so Cupid decides to shoot
his mouth off. the couple turns,
a miss…what is this…what is this…
each off their rockers, rocking away
from dusk to dusk, wondering why
they can never find love. the moon
drifts, separate beaches sunset-sigh.
Cupid reminisces about the two
who got away…did he save the day…
two fish caught in love’s net
sent back to school, then all alone.
the woman says to no one particular, but
really to Cupid…pretend it was me
the man says the same…was love
really that lame…two arrows,
side by side in glass frames…
the ones that got away.
Put up or shut up time
Has crept up upon thee,
And it's your time to shine.
On your mark, get set, go!
Everything's on the line
Put up or shut up time;
Mouth off no excuses,
You must fully commit.
Do you have what it takes?
How bad do you want it?
Put up or shut up time.
Vroom, rev up your engine;
Off to the races, friend.
Show em' what you're made of;
See it through to the end.
Put up or shut up time.
You go big or go home.
You're through talking the talk.
It's the moment of truth,
You must now walk the walk!
when we would rehearse
shallow we had found our purse
things will become worse
we could comprehend
that rules will have to amend
prayers to God send
mouth started to sag
when he had been known to brag
ball would have to shag
always great to know
bad news when off big mouth blow
we had told them so
from will have to rid
attitude would be rancid
acted like a kid
when we crossed the track
we will not be coming back
had burned down our shack
when we saw his wart
lied and sold people short
could end up in court
when we saw him beg
we had looked at his each leg
one would wear a peg
once we knew a judge
after we did start to nudge
he would have to fudge
landed in hay loft
was allergic and had coughed
yet still would be soft
thought that he was cute
dumber than cake with much fruit
big mouth off would shoot
had heard latest tweet
his toes did stick out of sheet
which covered his feet
deposed dictators’ club
they sit there in their comfort
each in his moneyed retreat
maybe each reflecting
on unexpected defeat
unprosecuted criminals
guarded wherever they go
protected maybe in silence
for not telling what they know
the remaining world leaders
mouth off about their end
no position quite as transient
as that of political friend
and they push and the jostle
for a share of the spoils
particularly when
it’s a country rich in oil
back in the liberated places
where the worm finally turned
the mess is sorted out
maybe lessons learned
and for a little while
new alliances are cemented
the diplomats return and
credentials are presented
good will rules for the present
until that time comes when
power breeds corruption
and it all starts off again
they sit there in their comfort
waiting for revolution to end
and the deposed dictators’ club
welcomes the newly deposed friend
Hey, Baby.
Don’t suppress your hatred.
Open your thesaurus
and find all nasty words for me
Mouth off, trash-talk me,
and I promise to change them into a song
the future generations will use our song
in their love letters.
I’m a poet,
with the magic to change
the meanings of words.
Hammer your words,
and see how my touch makes them mild and tender.
I bleed but never cry.
Yet, I exist within your words — an unhealed wound.
My kisses are petals.
So, speak up, don't hide.
Look right into my eyes!
I’ll pack your viscous punch
in a bouquet of love
I, who can snatch life
from the claws of death.
She opened her cantankerous mouth and out came the truth
There was nothing not honest about my clever Aunt Ruth
The whats-its and fruts-its were scared of her though.
Especially terrified that she was way off in the know.
She would not hesitate to give her opinions on zebras and milk.
Her ideas were her own, and they did not come out smooth as silk.
She was a big believer in herself, no matter what the whats-its said.
Fruts-its were terrified of her; she had somehow stunned one of them dead.
I said Great Aunt Ruth, why do you always say what you mean?
Why ever would you ask such a silly thing, my nephew, kidney bean?
I mean, what if you offend people, marching your mouth off that way?
It’s me I have to please she told me. I need to be happy at the end of day.
So I followed her around and watched the other relatives look pleased.
They loved it that she confused others. Some cried, bawled, hid, and sneezed.
You either love her or hate her, but she always lives her own fabulous truth!
You have to love someone as self-confident and loud as your lovely Aunt Ruth!
we need an increase
amount we have of police
who will promote peace
have two eyes and ears
will see while with others hear
mouth off can cause fear
had heard that his sperm
always produces Trump germ
what we said is firm
Trump around had spun
his term was over and done
were glad Biden won
when him we receive
in Biden we will believe
no longer do grieve
we will need a change
which appeared to be so strange
based on poor exchange
Ran Off Mouth Again and Again
When we ran mouth off again and again,
While around in circles tongue had been;
Had been confused,
Not being amused;
Nothing settled down and in orbit did spin.
Jim Horn
A Query With Fury
We were always a little leery,
Of people who query a theory;
For a while;
Facts compile;
Found to be done with great fury.
To cause they were seriously dedicated,
Until all of the parts had been decimated;
Became worn out,
Wondering about;
They did became completely debilitated.
We had fathers who were our founding
Scoring victory having been resounding;
After preserving,
Strength conserving;
Could run off curve if not carefully rounding.
Discovered difference between a professional
Compared to someone who is an intellectual;
Found disturbing;
Also unnerving;
When both run mouth off are ineffectual.
With many people we had consorted;
When things did become badly distorted;
Project concerned;
To complete yearned;
And mission we had must be aborted.
When he is near us in our proximity,
With hands on ends of each extremity;
Appeared agitated;
Even with unrelated;
While doing had been done vehemently.
What some people do is try to devour,
Through each and every minute and hour,
Bore us to death,
With bad breath;
Always perform by exerting their power.
Jim Horn
You are ripe to eat
Mouth off passion, joy and love
Everything comes from the cradle of creation
Small seeds become delicious fruit
A little bite, the juices splashing
Its softness, imagine a kiss
I'm yours and you are mine
A fruit with rhythm
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Infernal Urinal
It started running in middle
of the night for a short time
for no particular reason.
There is something about my urinal
That is known to be infernal
Saw a colonel sitting on my pot
About problem mouth off shot
About kidneys which are internal.
Jim Horn
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Trump A Wreaking Bar
Trump is a human wreaking bar
Does whatever he wants as a star
Wondering why we will stand aloof
While he shots mouth off the roof
As much as he wants goes that far.
Jim Horn
Bunch of Bull in Book
His big mouth off again he had shot
And as usual he then got caught
In cookie jar were he stuck his hand
Thought about sticking head in sand.
Had a case of cold feet in each boot
So he did decide not to steal the loot
And also found it very hard to bare
Steak was well done not medium rare.
In our country there are many oddities
Not only that you sure ought to see
Abnormal things he got away with again
Was bunch of bull in book written by Ben.
Carson that is.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Perceptions – from eyes of fools
Perception is usually a matter of projection.
Perception usually dictates what become the rules.
Genius - lost in insanity – self, it calls.
Talent hangs on walls,
in the air of music halls,
upon the platform of a stage.
Artists play out images, in a rage.
Talent appears from thin air, left upon a page.
Artists leave their glory, carved in stone.
Talent resides within the spirit, all alone.
Artist, the man at the podium doth pronounce
yet, at the end of the day, gives less than an ounce.
Empty words, out of his mouth, off his tongue bounce
and the world goes around.
B. J. “A” 2
December 12th 2014
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