I predict, A lost balloon inclused an airloon tomatoes;
I predict.obisidiam bitter sweet floral Midwestern tornados;
I predict. Spontaneous combustion yellow brick road;
Balls eyes view seedlings sprew, breaking ground;
Marine ponds, rivers. lakes over flows;
Aura radical green flash rich soil sound;
I predict autumn harvest in spite of the weather will be found graciously received
Jenny, they say,
will face a tragedy.
Is it not something always
predicted this way?
Will it be Jenny?
Or Pete or Paul?
We glance every day among
those tabloid papers - so many.
We read headlines, blink,
then another front page;
or see this or that on TV.
Yes, we tut-tut.
We always go
this self-same way.
You reach an advanced age.
So so.
Ah yes,
so so.
(written Sep 2022; posted Jan 2023)
Is she the modern Rapunzel
And all of the misfortunes out there
Are just one big evil entity?
“I’m not going to hurt you”?is the typical horror film line
That always pulls the main character
Down to their demise
All this vile and tears clogged up inside
Sick of it
Tired of it
Hopefully the pieces come back together again
Two clocks out of synchronization
One going at full speed into the future
And another slowly, falling the sand
Stuck in the past
Stuck in the glory days
Lights years apart
Never to be synchronized again
Keep sending the wolves to
Hunt me
Find me
But they never reach me
Act as if they aren’t your own
But your minions are easy to spot
My premonition never misses
How ironic
The Death tarot card is flipped to the upright side
With the Tower tarot
You may be hard
But she’s tougher, harder
Thanks to you
Leave those who have left you
Even if you let them in,
Make no mistake,
They would be out the door again
You’d think it’d be a myth
But it’d be true
Premonition turned reality
sly shadows belie
early emergence of Spring ~
Punxsutawney sleeps
Predict An Edict Horn Haiku
what we will predict
was contained in an edict
itself contradict
Jim Horn
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I predict Milky Way graphite before the rain
I predict Red Rock Desert Plum Perfect buried trailer
I predict Plumb perfect lavender babbling brooks
I predict blood orange straw hat champagne sand castle
I predict peacocks under the sea cabbage patches
As Humanity looks ..
As a man. He's running
I predict Jesus coming
3/31/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Predict An Edict
What we must be able to do is predict,
What erudite really had made the edict;
Same old song;
Never wrong;
Who were the people that they picked.
Jim Horn
Not weathering unorthodox
my writing never stall,
a nasty omen not respect
ungodly not withdraw!
Then draw the line on solitude
forever resting, spall
functions as evil's interlude
embracing where with all!
Some compromise to not inflict
the war games endless fall
the move continues to the quick
but enter not the gall.
The line of doing's registrar
uneasy to install
as monetary service, pick
a winner, loser small!
To kill or not to kill console
and numbers Faith's conflict
while time to save the precious soul
is shortened . . . . . by predict!
Imagine a field,
Filled with green grass,
With the sun shining on it like a sudden flash,
Imagine a football laying in the field,
Imagine a brown ball laying there when nothing is there,
Now in reality you have a football in your hand and you throw it there,
Now it's laying there and what you just imagined is there,
Now you have finally predicted the future,
Now you see what you predicted
Predicting tall dark strangers,
Houses near water or trees,
And all the usual stuff,
He makes a killing.
He claims to have second sight,
Is clairvoyant to the stars,
A local celebrity:
He has believers.
It caused much embarrassment,
When his caravan burnt down;
And he was caught in a loo
With another man!
(A true story ).
Jack Horne for Linda-Marie’s Crystal Ball contest
even journalists
can not predict the future
of the middle east
The first time I saw you,
I got chills down my spine.
I thought nothing of it…
Now I realize I should have.
Maybe if I had,
We’d still be friends, or maybe together.
I regret ever meeting you…
As rude as it sounds, it’s true.
For I found a true love,
That turned out not so true!
It hurts too much to say,
So I may only say this once,
I hate that I cant have you,
But I hate you because I love you.
When the first tear fell, I swore
You were nothing.
As the second fell, I swore
You were everything.
As I sit in my lonely room
With tears down my checks…
You’re all that runs threw my mind,
And all that will ever run threw my mind.
I never thought I could feel this way about anyone,
But I guess you can’t predict love!
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