when God cooked a casserole
was found thrown up on a noll
out to each one would dole
Riding a giant wave,
dancing with God
Running from the Devil
—to the edge of beyond
(Waimea Bay: February, 1963)
Real love is the look in someone`s eyes
that is meant for you alone,
a gentle kiss that says everything will be okay,
a hand held just the right way
at the right time.
Real love is a secret told to one heart
and guarded by another,
a belief that someone knows you
as no one else can, the little day to day acts of thoughtfulness
that go unmentioned but not unnoticed.
Real love is a feeling that no matter where you are,
the deepest part of you
remains with the one you love,
a love that comes true
with a little time and a little luck.
Real love is a promise forever
and please Olivia if you can stay,
It`s just something I need to say
this is one thing I must do
Olivia Noll, may I make this promise only for you
Beholding the golden skies of each new honeyed dawn makes me
Rejoice to know I shall never bear witness to two that are tantamount.
Each time the flaming sun dips beneath the sea when setting, I am
Astounded and completely in awe of each breathtaking experience.
These daily interludes are the precious gifts of our loving Father.
His remarkable creations, in all facets of life are joyous to my heart.
Traversing the rolling rapids in the depth of the Grand Canyon, or
Ascending the heights to reach the crest of a snow-capped mountain
Knoll, there lays before my eyes all the new vistas I've yet to explore.
I anticipate with reverence having my breath taken away even more.
New and wondrous visions will be restored to us on Earth one day.
Glorious and breathtaking sights that will surely take my breath away.
March 9th, 2016
Humming a beautiful love song
as I skip around the room
the smell of fresh baked cookies
as I enjoy this Tuesday afternoon
Watching children play in the leaf piles
out in the neighbor's front yard
Daydreaming of a family
together between me and you
Days of smiles and nights of warmth
in a cozy little home upon a grassy noll
Giant oaks and evergreens
along with an apple tree
filling up our hillside
where we'll picnic in the spring
Holding hands and living dreams
what love is supposed to be
A note I'll write for you my dear
about a time I do foresee
Where my heart is full
the beats ring true
and love is all we live
How Could It Happen in Charleston?
What if I were there when it happened that day
Pleasant people in a church had to pass away
Reason for this none of us might not ever know
To whole community, he committed a big blow.
From oldest to youngest to heaven have gone
And only pictures of them can we look upon;
He was determined to use total deception
So by church members would receive a reception.
Out of all the people what if we were to be one
And this deadly deed to us had been done
While in pity our friends continued to wallow
But still God in heaven they continue to follow.
God please do have mercy on their each soul
In life, each one had met their death noll
And to heaven forever each one has retired
After terrible thing that recently transpired.
While here on earth with spirits so weak
Both God and His Son we will always seek
With our weekly worship and in each prayer
People throw flowers in tribute everywhere.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422
(910) 754-3034
Haiku Tree in Library Entryway
Say a haiku tree in library entryway
Trying to understand what they did say
And to read nothing will it ever cost
But each time I do I am totally lost.
Is there some way it could be simplified?
On your interpretation, people have relied
And each haiku you can better understand
What was in mind and perfectly planned.
A woman saw me taking pictures of tree
While she swept off rug and asked me
Do you know what each haiku may mean
And on my opinion she started to lean.
All poetry is personal from your soul
Not destroying or being on a death noll
But causing and making you try to think
Even though on occasion there is a kink.
So I insinuated, persisted and had insisted
She should come see us at Poetry Revisited
For poems for her to enjoy and appreciate
But a while longer she had decided to wait.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
Need a category called haiku.
Lost in the world
Turn left or right
Lost in the streets
My only choice is GOD
Stuggling trying to eat
Money not coming threw
Trying to find my way around
Looking, can't understand
GOD Help, I don't know what to do
Try to listen to you, but still I hear no sound
I know you there, tell me which way to go
You are everywhere
The Devil keep putting me down, but still I go to church for your word
Evertime I go I learn more & mo
I know you'll never turn your back on me or never put me out the door
They say everything happens for a reason
GOD I wonder, why me
I remember I thought about it
I thought noll it couldn't be
All the struggle an pain
GOD keep me from going insane
Thanks for the change