health insurance
life insurance
flood insurance
when we buy it
we don’t need it
for months or maybe years
car insurance
the highest premiums of all
we who purchase this are penalized by those who don’t
insurance
the biggest gambling game in town
Feminism an idea,
Not so new.
But its existence in society,
In reality is very few.
Everyday with evils,
She has a fight.
She does so to make,
The purpose of her life right.
For every step she takes,
She’s obliged to answer questions.
But on her reaching pinnacle of glory,
Her hard work is rarely mentioned.
“Dress too tight!”
“Lipstick too bold!”
“Her dress is so short, doesn’t she feel cold?”
Irrespective of her clothes and age,
She is sexualized.
And for harassers it takes,
Years to be penalized.
Candle march for her rights, People are going to hold.
But still for few currency notes somewhere,
Her body would be sold.
We worship her in
Several forms,
Then why, why do we,
Cage her in society’s evil norms
To celebrate her existence,
We have dedicated a day.
But her battle for equality,
Isn’t like child’s play.
Feminism an idea,
Not so new.
But its existence in society,
In reality is very few.
She hated herself there’s no denying that
As God’s favourite chastened child
Bearing the burden of betrayal
And a heavy heart filled with sorrow
In her sombre world
Where light doesn’t penetrate the walls
Penalized for her sins
Waiting for the gallows to pull in
And bring her dim life story to the end
A tortured soul never touched with genuine love
Appreciated or treasured
The curtains will fall
On the lie, she has been living for so long
Then may her soul rest in peace.
Protective barbed wire
pricking with it’s touch;
Blood just rushed from
the lock on your heart;
Penalized necklace;
Scratches so deep,
there’s no way back;
Feral feelings,
aortic slice;
It’s heavy,
a burden
in silence;
Let go,
embrace
love.
Tall Her Eminence stood, calling my name,
My first-grade teacher of notable fame,
Who had taught most all my kin years before,
Now she was summoning me to her court.
She was judge and jury, penalized fast,
Any wrongdoing or mischief in her class,
No one could counsel me in my disgrace,
She was the defense too, for goodness sake.
I had committed a horrendous crime,
Someone’s stomach had felt my fist big time,
Now this tiny hoodlum was called to pay,
For what he had done at recess that day.
As I slowly approached, a friend of mine
Whispered, “say you’re sorrow, might work this time,”
As I stood before the bench for judgement,
I said those words, vowing I would repent.
Reprimanded, I quickly retreated,
Glad my life had be spared and not deleted,
Learned great lesson about grace extended,
On which I routinely contemplated.
Strange how such events look in retrospect,
People like her, I will never forget,
Those who taught me to behave as I ought,
As that first-grade teacher of mine, Miss Mott.
Written: August 21, 2023
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This planet is such a vast variegated palette.
All ethnicities, cultures, and hues have talent.
A canvas filled with many views and dreams.
So gorgeous, humble souls and, now it seems.
In this kaleidoscope of diversity.
White and black blend into the darkness.
Mixed races provide level-thrived adversity.
There are both rich and poor people in stillness.
We're only those who will render this world whole.
Wise guys roam sidewalks, keen to meet raw souls.
Monks and spiritual seekers searching for peace.
All people love and foster rainbow beliefs.
Our earth, birthing cute beings, is a canvas to foresee.
People of various ethnic groups belong to humanity.
Wealthy life phase, adding warmth and awareness.
Wise, savvy, and humble despite race or fairness.
Because love is what we require to survive.
Bridge family tree gaps, penalized for being alive.
To create a world where vibrant colors combine.
The world is a colorful palette of sparkle and fine.
I WAS ABUSED BY MY MOTHER AND HER BOYFRIEND AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN, THIS POEM REFLECTS THOSE HARDEST MOMENTS FOR ME. THEY RAN OFF TO ALASKA WITH FIVE OF MY SIBLINGS WHEN I TOLD MY GRANDMOTHER WHAT THEY HAD DONE.
She never had a tender ear,
she let me know she didn't care.
Always mean she pulled my hair,
no other mother could compare.
I once remember, but only once,
she held my hand with tender love.
I must have been all of nine,
the only good memory in my mind.
The man who crept into her life,
whom she protected with all her might.
A young doe was what he wanted,
like a deer I was hunted.
When he bagged what he'd sought,
out west is where he took the lot.
The coward ran from prosecution,
Alaska administered his absolution.
My mother never penalized,
the man who caused my spirit to die.
I forgave her for their horrific sins,
I wasn't going to let them win.
Today I finally realized,
I'm the one who won first prize.
Dr Marcus said to Captain Kronos. You have to come quick!
Deaths all over the village, we are getting ancient, old and sick!
Kronos brought his hunchback, Professor Grost, of course.
What was happening? Was this a supernatural force?
There is a vampire who drains women of blood and their youth.
Scary monster creature is morose, mean and uncouth!
The heroes befriend a dancing girl Carla who is headed for the stocks.
She has been chastised, humiliated, and penalized under locks.
A mystical test indicates who is a vampire and who is not, right away.
So Grost and Kronos are at the ready to do their best to save the day.
Dr. Marcus, Captain Kronos’ brothers finds blood upon his lips.
He thinks it has to do with a cloaked figure; double fear in an eclipse.
Lady Durward’s coachman tries to murder Captain Kronos in a pub.
Marcus is a vampire, so he tries to get his brother to murder him, a rub.
Lady Durward reveals herself as a young, beautiful vampire, lithe and thin.
Captain Kronos is not fooled. He and Grost save the day once again.
Night dreams. From whence do they come?
Night dreams. To where are they going?
Night dreams. Perhaps from daily thoughts;
Surface as well as sub-conscience
Ones. They come and they go. We have
No say. And sometimes, we interpret them;
Some interested ones may even label them.
But most times, we simply table them.
Daydreams: Retain and don't let go.
Daydreams: They embrace and consume us.
Daydreams: Are they not inhaled, or inspired?
Daydreams: Others may never understand them.
Daydreams: If they point toward your destiny;
If your Master gave them to you;
Do not allow yourself to be penalized;
But internalize your daydreams, giving
Them to your Maker. Through you, He will
Use them for His own glory and purpose.
112722PSCtest, Don't Quit Your Daydreams.
(Weather Forecaster Threnody)
I know, I know, I’ve compromised
My high repute, to my demise.
I have been trashed and penalized
When forecasts don’t materialize.
You have put me down all along,
But am I not more right than wrong?!
That freezing rain followed by sleet,
Humidity with scorching heat.
Storms, floods, high winds, rain and what not...
Stayed safely in? Now you forgot?
I truly try so very hard
To warn and give you a head start.
Please be so kind, give me some slack
When weather whims blow out of whack.
But if you defy my patterns,
Brace yourself and see what happens!
March 7, 2022
When I was born, who would have thought
I’d grow up to be ruled by a clock.
Clocks mock dreams while hours gawk -
clicking off our minutes, letting seconds go - -
Did I turn the coffee and iron off,
remember drops for my cough ...
oh, I don’t know, darn traffic is slow.
Kindly push your pedal and go – go,
come on now! We need to roll.
If I am late, I’ll get penalized so.
Got to chew fast and ignore my dog's wag.
If I dawdle, someone will get mad.
So much to deal with, rules, rules and more,
so much crap I cannot ignore.
Are there more points for being on time
than for completing work that is prime?
I want to shout for upper brass
to remove their clock from my ass.
There’s a complete person who I am,
yet my wants get the work week cram.
Job clocks are feeling-lame, greedy-aimed
and make my life a punctual strain ...
She waited all day long for the evening ray.
Trees were all barren, weather of a colder day.
She finished reading the letter, kissed it, lovingly, much
Some words never get old, so full of life those are, such.
Then, sunlight was melting down with a magnificent setting hue
It was time for the prayer of dusk, to lift up the souls, spirited, true.
“Departing is not death, nor it could separate human souls for good
Cherish the moment, allow life along the happening way as it should.”
She memorized his each and every word, she remembered them all
She understood him, and his words calmed her down, soft and gentle.
She wrote her words in reply, in tears and love, beneath a slowly setting sun
“Never be a stranger to me, never get used to of my absence, in life’s long run.”
He kept his word, till the very last, before a gunshot penalized him, fatally
His disfigured body was lying under a barren tree, with a ruthless vulnerability.
She was handed the letter,she found it to be whittled down to a line, singularized
“I will return to you,” a wrinkled page had his deep longing for her, immortalized.
Cackling old hens posing as journalists-
thinking themselves angles of light,
lay poisonous eggs filled with lies
and gestating hate-
riling against common sense,
and the rooster crows at noon.
Idiots, entrusted with government
destroy our country and way of life-
while the majority just watch
as the little foxes spoil the grapes-
and the rooster crows at noon.
Tax payers labor in the fields
and are penalized for success-
while pompous boars in congress,
slopping at the public trough,
grow fatter on vile swill-
and the rooster crows at noon.
Cats play games with mice
then kill for fun-
our youth play violent
videogames-
and the rooster crows at noon.
You Fall ...
the ground of your reality dissolves in this
stream of distraction, this inconvenient passion
the mawkish pop music you mock
is now singing your story, as
your thoughts, your breath, your blood
all consumed by his eyes, his voice, his words
all the moments of his notice of you
painting your gray paper with extrinsic purple
and lavish green, filling your thirsty cup
with intoxicating attention, until time
is measured only by your meetings
You Stall...
hitting the invisible, inimical wall
penalized and ostracized
for presuming the right to ask why
for waking from complicit worship
for retaking your will and your mind
for staining his golden idol
with faith of the atheist
You Call...
for all his proud proclamations
he is a needy, greedy child
your adoration is his sun
your life force he feasts on
disenchantment is your release
from the prison of submission
his hollow heart, his churlish charm
all merely a false alarm-
9/10/18
Either Think Positive Or Not At All
We just don't want to get hung up on others hang ups;
Indiscretions and sins are those of the one committing them; I don't like being penalized for someone else's problems and hang ups.
It is a shame that parts of our sick society have become even sicker. I have high hopes for the new millennials. If we can't think positive, we shouldn't be allowed to think at all.
Jim Horn
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