Every morning I paint a pair of eyes
to see the world for me—
Mines scream at
the sky fracturing into neon glass.
The dazzling eyes I painted—
I use them to fit in
the crowd dancing in chemical haze
—reasons left out at the gate.
I use them to study
the rites of smoke
—to ghost myself in every exhale.
I use them to ignore
the judgmental stare
—that inner child I silenced, it's always her
No good can come from spoiling the fun—
Darling, just blind yourself.
I was grateful for the love of family and friends
But I was longing to hear your voice just once again
Then I came upon a box that I had not seen
There was a note that read ‘just a few keepsakes to you-from me’
I would recognize that handwriting anywhere
It was from you, my beloved my dear
I carefully opened it--not knowing what I would see
The box opened easily without a need for a key
I peered into the box
At first, I was a bit confused
Was this one of your jokes?
Or were these things really to be used?
There were:
Glasses – to help me to look for the best
A blindfold – to assist me in overlooking the rest
Some glue – to remind me not to be broken apart
A doorknob – to keep open the door to my heart
A glove – to incite me to offer a hand when I observe a fall
A ladder – to provide me with the vision to help others stand tall
I closed the box but promised to open it again
Whenever I missed the voice of my mentor and friend
fateful misgivings
milineal mourns
bashful boomer acquisitions
aquatic out of towner
wonderlust waterfaller
The world welcome you
You're free to travel globally
But we always see only the best
And overlook the worst
We admire others
We forget our love
Travel is only for leisure
Knowledge and experience
And not for a living shelter
There are racism and foreigness everywhere
And so let's appreciate
What we've already possessed
Our beloved motherland and our families
Start the day
Fresh
With energy
With confidence
With hopes
With plans
With dreams
Full to the brim
So that you don't have any time
To grumble uselessly
To evaluate things too strictly
To compare greedily
Until you confuse yourself
About today, yesterday and tomorrow
And overlook today
Which should be the most important day
Beautiful flowers abound…
Yellow, Red, purple, and brown.
There is an abundance of beauty on this Earth.
We overlook it at times, and wear a frown.
God Will Overlook
For God, would you want to go to work
As maybe quite a genius or plain old clerk
Milking many cows or working in a field
Hoping to produce a very good yield.
How about being plumber or a typist
Be in a beauty pageant and hard to resist
Or just judge sitting there who will wait
Then after best is chosen begin to celebrate.
As all my days increase and a poet may be
Always trying my best and others agree
Then God started administering His test
Discovered just being your self is the best.
Don't find yourself false, but to God be true
Even though on His test may miss a few
Come to think of it, I am a miserable cook
Thank goodness, my cooking He will overlook.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
a Spanish sonnet
Passion thrives on forgiveness, oh my sweet.
Your scorn will reason well to wonder why
I attempt a smile even though your eyes
refuse to cherish blooms laid at your feet.
We need to take stock of trust when we meet;
weeds of abomination poke and pry.
From the overlook, my soul heaves a sigh,
you uproot our relationship with deceit.
Your lie lacked confirmation from the start -
why you would mock or kid, I do not know.
Struggle rose within this admiring heart;
impatience flames and yet I rise with hoe
of love to root out what your two lips thwart.
Each day, sees me at work melting your snow.
I think patience works well to promote passion in love relationships.
Notice the words in italics in the second stanza, flowers bloom there.
While, alone, I gaze upon this splendored sight
the true meaning of Nature's spectacle is somehow lost.
I will leave with emptiness inside my heart, for, these
wonders of beauty are best seen and appreciated when
shared by two souls.
So, should you chance to pass this way alone and
long to share this sight, I leave an echo of my
heartbeat so you may capture the true beauty and
meaning of God's splendor.
Pause, and in meditation, let our spirits look
together at this splendid sight. Then leave with peace
of mind knowing that another kindred soul has passed
this way and you need not feel alone.
I consider you my chief, at one point of time
My commander at heart , leader of our military
The big gun in our castle, but mental confusion
Came upon my soul, heart and mind
Disturbance was in the air, causing a big fluster
Flurry thoughts came in my bubble, bursting illusions
As, I tell myself, this can't be true, I know you
You love me, and wouldn't destroy, our magnificent home
Bringing tears , tears and tears
How, could love overlook this pain
This sudden burst, I'm feeling to, disappear far , far away
Where no-one, would dare to stay or lay
So, I may stay on my knees and pray
Pray that this, bewilderment goes away
Because, truthfully,
I have only, one question
Could love overlook this pain?
June 6, 2012
You make me feel so low sometimes
And you wonder why I turn to others
You cling onto me jokingly
But in all seriousness, it bothers
I wish we can just be honestly close
Not just close, but able to click
Instead you act like a prick
It hurts to say the way I feel
Because I know you are so much more than what surfaces
I love you, I really do
But sometimes you make me feel like a fool
Like you’re using me
And I am not an adequate tool
I overlook the things you say and do
Just so I can make you happy
And that is sometimes a difficult task
Because the aching of inadequacy in my brain
Is driving me insane
I know I point out the obvious
I know that I’m stupid…I know I’m a fool
But why do you have to be so cruel?
Is this how it will always be?
And why can’t I cling elsewhere?
Without you hurt?
I can’t live my entire life making you happy
We all want to be content
I can’t leave the others behind
Sometimes I feel like you’re bent
On just you and me…
Or maybe it’s not me at all
Maybe it was never me…
I guess I overlook things too much to see
Words or actions may upset you and me
If we allow them to control us, how tragic that can be.
We can avoid saying words like: “You make
Me so mad: that’s fuel to the flame, and will make their
heart glad.
Don’t admit that their actions
Have power over you. As long as that
Person knows for sure, you’ll live in
Bondage forevermore.
Overlook offense though hard it may seem
Overlook their actions though upsetting it may feel,
A great example to have and to hold
Like water off a ducks back let the offense roll,