I'm not sure 'bout your plan of attack
Take one step forward and two steps back
You say we can't be beat
It sounds more like retreat
So don't expect me in your war Jack
Used to be that planning your day around the breakfast table,
Was no fable,
And made perfect sense.
Now of course that is unworkable,
As most now text able,
But have trouble making a lot of cents,
As discussing only failed plans at the tea table,
Does not make you work able,
And points to a lack of common sense.
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
The end of all we knew.
The death of all the love and trust,
To be reborn anew.
Spring, rebirth, a phoenix,
All symbols we have seen.
One step forward, not a trick
Fleeing from where I’ve been.
Who was I? It matters not,
What matters is where I go.
Sure-footed now, giving all I have got
Can’t let the relief show.
The past is behind, and I don’t dare look back -
Or else I may lose the way
One day at a time, my plan of attack,
I am stronger, or so they say.
What will I face? I’m excited to see
Despite all I’ve left behind.
The worst has now gone, I guarantee
No more will I be blind.
You’re by my side, that’s the difference this time
The reason I’m so sure -
We've both had to hide, now there's you in your prime,
Two halves of something pure.
When we found out a friend of ours has cancer…
the news immediately darkened our day.
We wondered how we can help her on this journey fate created…
what can we do or say?
She knows all the things cancer can do…
She’s been to the doctors…read the literature too.
Perhaps, we thought, the best plan of attack…
is to remind her what cancer can’t do.
Cancer cannot take away her sense of humor…
with her memories cancer can’t elope.
Cancer cannot poison the friendship we’ve built…
or shatter our faith…and our hope.
Cancer cannot erode our feelings.
It cannot make the love we feel end…
Cancer cannot stop us from being there…whenever our friend needs a friend.
We can let her know it doesn’t matter where we might be…
any place…anywhere…any time…
If she needs us we will be there
as this next mountain in life she must climb.
I suppose the best thing we can do when a friends has cancer…
is just show them how much we care…
and through the darkness that has descended on all of us…
do our best to shine a little light into theres.
Your memories perplex a confused mind.
A vast sea-like water spout erupts behind.
I morphed into what you were enduring.
We are once again being left in the wind.
Scars were tickled with scent of spring.
Tulip gardens and vivid hues are enchanting.
Hypnotic mind's remoteness is strange.
Using the ninth divine cloud, you lauding.
Dismal views would drive me strange.
I'd sing for the spirits of the carnage.
In my mind, the calm of today is gone.
Darken spots provide a unique phage.
Feeling in the heart as cold as scorn.
So, where is this mind going torn?
This is the mind's intrinsic norm.
Wherever darkness rules are born.
You can't discern truth from deform.
Yet, reality is a colorless transform.
Trust has been ripped and struck.
The only thing left is a bodily storm.
Sadness is the hallmark of the muck.
Left you with no clear plan of attack.
It's the saddest situation conceivable.
It is the master interface for all ruck.
Written: October 04, 2021
I smile to mask
The pain I feel
But even then
The pain is real
I cannot stop
The rain in my eyes
And ever so slowly
My soul quietly dies
I sit upon
Death's open door
And ponder the meaning
Of life once more
Death hands over
A blade to me
I cut, I bleed,
Still I'm not free
Pills are Death's next
Plan of attack
But someone, somewhere
Pulls me back
Death then carries me
Up a hill
I jump, but somehow
I'm here still
But I'm determined
Not to fail
And one day Death
Will prevail
And we'll be standing
Face to face
Forever locked
In tight embrace.
They're wondering how I muscled my way out from those rocks
Lately I feel like mentally I'm trapped in a box
But I've finally found the key and I'm finally free
It's a whole new world so I'm just working on a plan of attack
It's like they see the flame and don't want it back
Some have seen me at my best and some at my worst
But let's say the contract is up and I've broken the curse
(This is a brief summary of the Battle of Fredericksburg that occurred from December 11-15 in the year 1862. The American Civil War was raging on and mistakes made by Maj. Gen. Ambrose Burnside resulted in one of the Union Army's worst defeats during the war.)
In 1862, Burnside had a plan of attack.
He marched his army across the river Rappahannock.
It was a foolish move.
He should have known it then.
But he ordered his troops across a field that became known as the Great Slaughter Pen.
Maybe I should do it
Is it worth a shot
So I said to myself
What the hell and why not
How should I do It
What should be my first step
Make a plan of attack
Figure what to do next
So yes I will try it
It's time to take action
Must be worth a shot
Not a fatal attraction
I hope I won't fail
It can't be an option
That's not part of my plan
Not part of my logic
I laid my cards down
Put all in what I got
What's life without risk
If it's not worth a shot
Can't go back on it now
My choice has been made
A gamble I took
Hope the dealer will pay
I live a fine line
But I a fool I am not
You won't know what happens
If you don't take a shot
Written 2-13-19
I'm having the hardest time
Trying to find something that rhymes
With Paul Simon's counterpart
Garfunkel so I'll just call him Art
Always standing to Paul's right
Feeling left out in his life of strife
Struggling in the crossing over
This bridge of his troubled waters
Although he can sing sweet as sin
There's nowhere for Art to put his hands
While Rhyming Simon strums his guitar
Empty are the tinder hands of Art
Pockets front and pockets back
Are his only plan of attack
If he had known it'd go down this way
An instrument he would have learned to play
But as far as history goes
Who wouldn't love to have his voice
Although he can sing sweet as sin
Art Garfunkel has nowhere to put his hands
Though Art Garfunkel while singing would hold the Mic stand at times he did keep his hands in his pockets quite frequently...awkward.
The determination in my eyes
says don't mess with my time
to brilliantly shine and to rise
keeping my focus on the prize
with no one causing my demise
I will keep my self contained rage
coursing deep inside my veins
To unsheath my sword on that day
when my enemies will have to pay
battle hardened with strategy in play
To live or die for the cause I ride
because
my warrior spirit I can not hide
gathering my soldiers on my side
Mounting our horses saddled to deride
my opponents who can not fight
An intellect beyond their comprehension
A wind at our backs igniting confusion
Their victory song will be an illusion
The smell of sucess will be a delusion
My plan of attack is right now in motion
Sweet revenge is my bottled potion
Drop your swords my unrighteous foes
Off with your heads are my righteous blows
Bodies piled to be picked apart by crows
With these slaughtering fields I will gloat
I'm a warrior with my strength to show
Very feminine yet extremely deadly, woah!
(My true God is a rightous warrior and
taught me to be a warrior too)
He fought for glory
He fought to kill
Trained in battle
Broken rebuilt will
Once an innocent
Now a master
Following orders
No matter the disaster
Women , children
Clad all in black
Strange lands of sand
No plan of attack
Reinvent reality
Dreams are red
Blood splatters
Too many to count dead
Retreat go back
Set up the board again
Draw another map
Search for a different end
Once so young
Now so grown
Memories of yesterday all gone
but what you are told
Reinvented redesigned
Where did you go?
Life's' journey passed you
What have you to show?
Metals pinned on your chest
Hands raised high
Your a hero now young man
You did not die.
Trying to keep my emotions in check
Not letting the world frustrate me
So I have more time to reflect
Every time I take another pill
I think about this journey
How I'm traveling uphill
Let so many things hold me back
Scared of having an anxiety attack
Been through heartache and pain
Somehow been able to sustain
This world will not hold me back
I have to watch the way I react
Have a plan of attack
That feeling of feeling defeated
Feeling mistreated
That's no longer me
This is my battle plan
Took me awhile to understand
Who I really am
Poetry Soup Becoming Latest Rage
Why is it that I always want to see
Another great poet remembering me
Thinks my poems are all the greatest
According to scoop that is the latest.
Each poem readers do love and laud
And I graciously want to thank God
For the things he helped me through
Making my poems so great for you.
God controls my greed by taking lead
Before I become part of a dying breed
Of promising poets with a propensity
To write poems with honor and intensity.
So with my schedule I am now right on
And over thousand poems have drawn
Up, write and then next thing will enter
Onto some stage which should be center.
Now that I have accomplished a poetic knack
What then will be my next plan of attack
Is to write more poems page after page
For Poetry Soup becoming the latest rage.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
choke back fright dark and dusty,
flight plan a little rusty,
hope for a ride have fun,
then run, and hide,
twinkle twinkle distant dear
insecure considering all that's been said,
up for interpretation from a rocket bed,
sparkly conjecture, with pale complexion,
simply put a man without a plan of attack,
swells come regular, damn you fear
love is not a modern day invention,
like breathing,
or a one sided upside down mathematical equation,
a lot like truth yet yields ill conclusion
...like sleeping without,
and reaching for air,
because she's not there
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