A man who thinks he’s king
Being elected is the thing
There is a Mighty deserving Heavenly King
Orange turning the White House as a personal castle
Executive orders like a treason
Confusing world doesn’t know the reason
Orange wants people to think his way
If you don’t follow his way, you separately estray
Decisions after decisions is a must listen
Verbal attacks after attacks
Having no fact
Reject comes with a Fail
Always telling a tail
A world only knows
It’s the oval office that shows
.
"'this' comes with"
At the picnic pavillion
Leaning over the nectarines
hern whispered face mine
whilst gramz and momz
mingled
mine goose'z bump'd
yesss
mine visage flush'd
beet i'm certain
red
mine first
infected
')
WHEN THE SUN SETS ON YOUR TIRED EYES AND THE WORLD
AS YOU KNOW IT HAS TURNED FROM GOLD TO EVENING AMBER,
RETRIEVE IN THE CHAMBER OF YOUR THOUGHTS AND THINK OF ME;
REMEMBER THE LAUGHTER WE SHARED ON OUR WAY TO THE LAKE
THE BRUSH OF A LEAF AGAINST YOUR CHEEK,
THE CARESS OF MY LOVING EYES EASILY SLIDING
TOWARDS YOU , LIKE THE DAWN SLIPPING INTO A NEW HORIZON,
MAKING OUR WORLD THAT MUCH BETTER *
WHILE THE FISH SWAM IN THE GURGLING RIVER WE FISHED
SIDE BY SIDE, HEART OF VELVET SKIN OF HYDE
TWO LOVERS LOSING THEMSELVES IN THE MOMENT
WHEN THE SUN LOWERS DOWN FROM THE PAVILLION SKY
REMEMBER HOW MUCH I LOVED YOU AND ALWAYS WILL
WHEN THE NIGHT ARRIVES TO SIT ON YOUR WINDOW SILL
REMEMBER TO THINK OF ME, AND BE STILL.
Possibly Pavilion or Could Be A Cottilion
It possible had been pretty pavilion,
Or it could be an incredible cottilion;
Maybe curved,
And swerved,
That was seen by handsome Sicilian.
Jim Horn
Did remember seeing a delightful mermaid,
Who had around in ocean swam and played;
Made a truce;
More produce;
An elegant mermaid egg she eventually laid.
Jim Horn
Looked like more abundant autumn leaves,
When tree will want to continually relieves,
Colors displayed,
As on ground laid;
Were made for those who in God believes.
Jim Horn
BIRTHDAY 64
64 years ago today
God placed your soul in your body
62 years ago you left and went back home
Spirit now roams along side the Lord and God
Birth today
Birth away
Birth embryo
infant, toddler, baby girl
school girl, adult single woman
married wife
64
I thank God for your life
Thanks for being my wife thank
I thank you for our children
Dates dinners, movies, walks at the pavillion
The bride groom has come for His bride
Now your at Our Lord God's side
62 years ago you left and went back home
Now I'm physically alone (NOT ALONE GOT GOD)
Spirit roams along side the Lord and God
You were birth today
Birth away
Birth embryo
infant, toddler, baby girl
school girl, adult single woman
married wife, a mother
I thank God for your being born
64
Dedicated to my wife
CARMEN LEE BROWN LEE
4/12/1954-6/18/16
There are plenty of Ayn Rand followers around
but there is something called "Art for Art's Sake"
I have gotten paid for writing - even sold some poems
However, I feel that Art for Art's sake
is not a lot of nonsense
Poetry can liberate the spirit
and bring to life feelings that money just can't buy
So does Chock Full of Nuts coffee
However, I don't drink coffee
preferring to mellow out with some tea
"the green kind"
I certainly wish success to the Green Pavillion poets
All the time realizing
that
writing is a great escape from the troubles of life
I. also realize that there are some
very great poets out there in the darkness
who never get up and read their work
who will become known in the future long after we have returned to dust
Let us relate to the dark angel
as he spins his web around us
Rapunzel - let down thy hair
Let us taste the sunset in Brooklyn
Rapunzel let down thy hair
There are fires burning within
Rapunzel - let down they hair
We love the sky with it's firey glow
Rapunzel - let down thy hair
Another Summer Evening
Rapunzel - let down thy hair
Peace & Joy within
Rapunzel - let down thy hair
Let the lights from the sky - move us like flowing water
Rapunzel - let down thy hair
Another poetry reading at "The Green Pavillion"
Rapunzel let down thy hair
NEUTRAL COLOURS
Special species in speeches,
Thronging the long lawn.
Chameleon:echelon of neutrality.
Pavillion:bullion of activities.
Springtime:symbol of productivities.
Humans abound around,
The globe for abode.
Different but not,
Inference for lot.
Global creed of love,
Total rid of war.
Loot the line-cross,
Pool the fire-molt.
ADEOLA YUSUF AMUNI
oh what a enchantment did i perceive as i past through the space and time of life.
who shall behold the essence of true beauty and know the truth of wisdom that
rest within the mind and heart of lady Alina and Lady Shayla?
i am but a wretch that's bathe in the sight joy and pain. yet i have roamed the corridors
of deception and found that life is filled with the same, but it's hidden behind the
smiles and
stares.
tonight, i find the realization of the amazement of two fair maiden who must have come from
the past. surely they were princesses and were of nobility. who dare tempt to quest for
their
virtue and honor?
nevertheless, i do behold the lioness within the hidden chambers of their precious heart.
for truly
i know the profound meaning of beauty, charm, intellect, and grace that comes within the
being of Lady Alina and Lady Shayla.
Only one of nobility can appreciate true beauty, intellect, grace, and charm such as be
the two beloved doves i had the pleasure meeting this eve in the market place of the
pavillion of Taft Street.
What a grand privilege to know.
I want to hold the red ball across the seams
And go racing up my chain like fire
And Gary with bat will pretend
His stumps are children, wife, and hut
And when I clad my skin in white
Pretending I am England ready to fight
The Maroon at the crease will meet
The charging diabolic knight
And send my missile back at me
While history in the pavillion cheer.
I want to play cricket like that again
The fielders set important Indians
Or hunting dogs in British strategy
But O the wiley team, tragedy
Is one pit hole, a native shout of glee
I want to play cricket again, I want to see
The red red stain on the white clothes
Of black rebellious history.
Indoor
gardening
pavillion-
orangery blooming-
verdant
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