shy ghost creeps
behind mind's eye
s t a l k i n g
under the skin,
sharp and electric
a deep hum
burns hot
like pepper
and stings
in the mind...
plumbs the d
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p
t
h
s
for hidden truth
the answer? elusive.
l o o k
to the ghost...the way
“Be not simply good - be good for something.”
—Henry David Thoreau
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said ‘What a good boy am I.
—Little Jack Horner (partial nursery rhyme)
Pulling Out Plumbs
The yellow sun is not a stain.
It warms with rays that reach the earth.
Does the moon merely wax and wane?
The day and night, each light has worth.
A stalwart tree that faithfully
a-shadows ‘round, under its leaves;
gives temp’ral rest to birds; nutty
food to squirrels; fruit, man receives.
Are you just waxing and waning,
pulling out plums, saying, “I’m good;”
sitting still, simply maintaining,
even nailing worldly sainthood.
What is your path? How ‘bout the good
that is your bent, your rays of light?
Do not be found in good’s falsehood.
Some former blind - God gave them sight.
"We are cute spring chicks with fluffy feathers that keep
us warm; real small, like to run, and we are adorable ! "
Quote by _Constance
On a bright morn spring chicks hatched,
as the first flowers of the season bloomed;
oddly, not a single chick matched,
their fluffy feathers delightful plumbs.
Each was silly, playful and gay,
they would run every which way;
often, they wandered the barn yard going astray.
Those sweet chicks had no fear,
sometimes, suddenly they would just appear;
and to their mother would adhere.
So whimsical and frivolous to watch,
and almost impossible to catch;
I love each fluffy chick's feathery splotch,
and have a favorite that I call Butterscotch.
He walks by day the northern woods
He seeks by night the skies
He sees in stars a face he knows
And one he knows no more
He plumbs with vague suspicion
The abyss of his soul
And calculates the irony
Of what he does not know
He is at war, he is at peace
He is beyond the pale
A portrait of a modern man
At manhood’s tender age
Who knows of no restrictions
Nor limits understood
Yet knows the truths that must be told
To beggars, and the proud –
Accommodating challenges
Summoned from within
He looks beyond the you and me
For where he wants to be
And walks by day the northern woods
And seeks by night the skies
To find in stars a man he knows
And one he knows no more
first days of summer
first days of summer
solstice heat shimmers and sweats ~
cool blue seaside waves
sun yawns in azure skies
wakes up sleepy bumblebees ~
orchard fruit grows large
summer wind swirls up
blusters through garden meadows ~
ripe plumbs swing and sway
hot spell sizzles
mirages look like phantoms ~
playful ocean breezes
feral festival
rowdy season chases clouds ~
rain waits with zephyrs
afternoon soft hush
flowers gather sunbeam stars ~
dewdrop gems sparkle
frogs begin to croak
crickets warm up symphonies ~
firefly fandangoes
6-23-22
to become a prune
plumbs will dry, shrink and wrinkle
so ages my body
The Devil still plumbs the abysses
But girls know his serpent just hisses
If you really care
Let Eve tell you where
She pisses she misses French kisses!
“fantôme du noir chevalier”
whither doth thee cometh from?
Strange voice that I see
Coldness of ire burns
the skin beneath sheets
paper white guise
black ink heart bleeding within -
stranger the walls do speak here
in the mirror swimming See
the lost reflections of souls
the misguided forlorn
disenchanted do scry
their petulant perplexity
ghosts for the haunting
picked like ripe plumbs
legions illuminating dead dreams
the devil beating his drums
in her spectral bed
the incubus arrives
the succubus hums
once were bold quills tracing
curves cursive passionately clear
near human once attempting sincere
to unlock love with blind faith ne’er fear
I hear your tome calling
fantôme du noir chevalier
erudite Faust waives
ignores lore written before him
I hear your tome calling
fantôme du noir chevalier
Salome is her name
a new dance appears
She will take you
before morning
a promise forewarning
I give this to thee
fantôme du noir chevalier
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Here in My Room”/ Incubus
https://youtu.be/0IlPlKBXRHE
Sonnet LXXXVI
God, you are, you're more than everything;
God your everything;
Father, of heaven creator of all things;
God, you made all things, everything;
And you are the valley of flowers;
A galaxy of brilliant lights;
A rainbow promised for all mankind;
Golden plumbs of mercies race;
Overwhelming forgiveness amazing grace;
Father, of heaven creator of all things;
God, you made all things, everything;
Father of all creator of humanity and angels;
Allfather creator of matter and dreams;
Originator almighty conceiver
You've made me a believer;
God, you are, you're more than everything;
6/13/19
God your everything;
THE SPIRIT OF THE SUN DIAL
I tell the sunny hours throughout the day
From dawn til dusk imparting my fair message
Evoking warmth and love throughout the day
No time for shadows hinting at dark presage
But when the shade of night engulfs my dial
A darkening of spirit, life force scorns
The moon now points the hours of denial
Its gleam bare luminating dismal forms
I see the blackness in the hearts of men
And feel despair that overcomes the soul
My spirit plumbs a dark and secret glen
Til lambent rays tint peaks; at last console
Then blessed dawn brings sun in its ascension
Restores my purpose vital, my redemption
BUMMED
Ann delivered peaches and plumbs.
Bob could only give Ann breadcrumbs.
Ann’s fruit very sweet.
Bob’s crummy crumbs cheat.
Why does Ann’s fruit only draw bums?
7/6/2017
Limerick
(Wimpole Street, in the West End of London,
has been the scene of many interesting events,
from the elopement of Elizabeth Barrett Browning
to The Beatles composing "Help!")
The Long, Unlovely Street
It’s such a straight and long, unlovely street,
not quite the retail zone, not quite the mouth
of Regent’s Park. It plumbs a line north-south,
where Mayfair and more middling London meet.
Come walk with me on Wimpole, feast your eye
on blue ceramic plaques, as thick as leaves
that strew the brooks so loved by Freddie Treves,
where tall town houses shoulder out the sky!
Elopements, easements, songs of yesterday,
bereavements, human elephants and more:
we’ll see enchantment pour from every door,
and find a little help along the way.
Where legal precedent meets Mersey Beat,
come tramp the straight and long, unlovely street.
Ever Beguile
None of you will I ever beguile
Could not find it to be my style
About a person was insinuated
Poor behavior so we have hated.
Was even read in current news
About how others he will abuse
And always take advantage of
When what we need is much love.
Misrepresent those with handicap
Between each ear represent gap
Lack of knowledge or any feeling
No wonder we are hitting ceiling.
You should see news sky rocket
He has our plumbs in every pocket
Never knew what was his game
Four more years of the same.
I won't bother to mention his name
like a popular actress failed to do also.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Clear garish winds’ ascent grew plumbs renowned
Enunciating deftly to my heart:
If yon soot night inebriates the crowned,
No Lawyer can persuade a fire part.
Mere pigeons love blood in God’s tapestry,
Demure lungs and wrong idea atriums
Absolvent till Noon, their brewed majesty
Thwarts Edelweiss e’en to Chrysanthemums.
Dim cores all fight the luring sword of grace
Devout as Time sunk in an ink-tipped quill.
Touché, relaxing, elegant Lovelace:
Gore Kinderheim, by Night caress the ill.
The madness sways croon lig’ments by the shore,
For dances do all mired hearts censure.
Please Do Disappear
Sometimes people must say what they mean and
mean what they say. Will there ever come a day?
Pancakes and plumbs and problems with politics
At parties where voters want to get in their licks
Seeking approval of a contrite political test
Saying what we need to do is always our best.
There may seem to be so many hurdles ahead
And hopefully people who by we are being lead
Will have their heads removed from the sand
Start assisting us and also have given a hand.
So who should really be trying to serving whom?
After we have become faced with all of our doom
Many answers from them sure would like to hear
Or else out from my life please do disappear.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Meaning and saying and saying and meaning
have many ups and downs. So just who is
able to adequately respond to them all.
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