I have written over 9,000 poems and am in the Top 10.
Obviously, I enjoy writting poetry. Was born in Portsmouth
Naval Hospital on June 26, 1941. Am the oldest of six
children. Was in the USAF Stationed at McConnell AFB,
Wichita, KS. Was a Labor Economist State of Kansas
October, 1970 to August 1976. Moved to Redmond, WA
and was a Unit Administrator for Washington Army
National Guard. Wife was a Certified NICU Nurse at
Evergreen Hospital and Medical Center and graduated
from Wesley School of Nursing, Wichita, KS. We both
retired and currently live in RiverSea Plantation,
Bolivia, NC. Moved here on May 8, 2006. Been here
longer than anyone else. Graduated from Wichita
State University. MA in Urban Affairs and BA in Sociology.
Put Off and Prolong
.
Put off and prolong
Sure seems to be same old song;
Stick us with their prong.
How much more can we
Take while we also endure;
Wish there were fewer.
Of them Republicans
A bunch of son of a guns;
Want women with big buns.
Wonder what is the stage
We are in with all the rage;
Is hair orange or beige.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Virginia born.
Portsmouth Naval Hospital to be
exact as a matter of fact.
God Another Birthday
God one more birthday shared with me
What He said was best way that I can be
Free from problems and results of sin
Is if I pray to Him over and over again.
Be sure Son and Holy Ghost to mention
And present at each political convention
All of my many needs and deepest desire
Each of their thoughts they will inspire.
Will be happiest birthday I ever had
When no one ever went away mad
In the end what was their resolution
Let God's guidance be in Constitution.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Born June 26th, 1941
Portsmouth Naval Hospital, VA
The big debate : “What is a city ?” –
A town created by a charter
And often with cathedral church
But sometimes with an ancient abbey.
St David's, Pembroke is the smallest,
Just twelve hundred citizens
And London is by far the largest,
Populous eight million plus.
Many sprawling conurbations
Are the backbone of our nation :
There's Leeds and London, Bath and Bristol,
Canterbury, Sheffield, Hull;
Then Cardiff, Glasgow, Edinburgh,
Norwich, Wells and Peterborough,
Oxford, Cambridge, Manchester,
Swansea, Truro, Chichester,
Worcester, Portsmouth, York and Belfast,
Carlisle, Chelmsford, Perth.
In cities there is entertainment
With cinema and theatre too,
Museum, gallery and concert hall –
A cultured way of relaxation.
A city has a green side too
With parks and gardens to explore,
Pedestrian precincts help us shop
Away from traffic noise and fumes.
I recommend a city visit,
So many secrets are in store.
Leave your car outside the ring-road,
Hop on a bus to start your tour.
My Father is astounding
In so many way's
And the nature
Is all about him
From His ample
Solitary Life of being
And with a Heart of Gold
-
May the Lord fully bless Him
With Mind, Body and Soul
- Fore -
He adapts' and mutates'
When ever their is a need
Or need,
A need that need be
Surely there is a place
For Him in Heaven
So, I pay homage' to Thee
Fore, He is my Father
A Father like no other
GF
Dedicated to Charles A. Jefferson SR
Of Portsmouth, VA 23701 on Fathers' Day June 2011
time was I'd hang around
in P town
tune in turn on and party down-
in P town
far out cats on purple haze
white lab rats lost in the maze
yeah,them was the good ol'daze
in P town*
(*portsmouth)
Red ribbons around the streetlights.
The lights from the commadore theather
are a reflection of the past.
Coblestone streets the historic district across the water
buildings are lit haunting shadows over the water.
Once a year closed streets seem to travle back in time.
Roasted penuts street corner preformers.
Familys togather homeless on benches not all is beautiful and bright.
Sweet city so cold and gritty.
Christmas lights like neon signs call to my jaded soul.
Horse and carrige ride down by the water.
New lovers getting lost in the moment an season.
I sit apon the steps of the old church share a bottle with
My new best friend smells of the city echo back to another time.
Lights and sounds reflect a holiday on highstreet.
Hands held togther when in another life it seems you
were mine.
Cold are the streets carols fill this night.
If only more than once a year.
We could embrase this spirt.
Then trap it for one peaceful day.
The traffic apon Highstreet is is slowing
The festival crowd is fading.
The bottle of christmas cheer is almost gone
so along with the I must be going.
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