Where the blast of winter goes,
snow and moisture always flow,
strikes the bush, the rock, the tree,
any building that stands free,
builds a protrusion of white,
like some sped-up stalactite,
ice-trails pointing with the wind,
staggered lengths of icy fringe,
bends the saplings with its weight,
stresses old trunks, some will break,
buildings grow a rounded form,
often look lifeless, forlorn.
Stark and sculpted is its work,
alien world on the earth,
just grows bigger over time,
the snow-mixed coatings of rime,
too much may even cause loss,
but it’s so fun to chip off…
in stagnant water
aesthetic ecstasy sinks~
engulphed by a lake
planks in protrusion
brooding clouds enshroud a pier~
silver lining plush
Hay is crinkling in various places
The candle stump stares solemnly
Beyond the moon nocturnal vault
A groan floats in the air, rewon by gag words.
The trees climbed the hill and over it
Golden light shone via withered stalks of the fields
Form a truss around haphazardly spread items
A gray stone protrusion anchored in the soil.
You can grasp soft light before it turns into fire
Embrace the dawn limbs that wish not to leave
Wigwag with guttural grunts and groans
A song is famous for mixing notes.
When the moon lights up the forest
Insight vibrates with comfort and grace
Shadows provide healing and nightly perks
After teasing, stars micturate dreams to reality
Crossing the dense green is bliss.
Stamina allows for both movement and rest
The meadow cures you with brightness
Clearing in the woods is a mainstay.
4th place contest winner
Written: February 10, 2023
The Clearing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
grievance of sordid hourglass, ears prickling
— eyes creep aloft creepy mask
his contrition false
— skin crawls as if consuming hallucinogens
bad enough, silencing of wrinkled smiles
— the time bomb tic-tic-tic boom
stocks made for buffoons
— turkey neck gobbled up progenitor’s gravy
3/4/2021
Big Bos Caused Chaos
Trump always wants to big boss;
Cheated, lied and caused chaos;
Misery amid;
Did flip lid;
Words for am at a complete loss.
Protrusion of Delusion
Am petrified at the protrusion;
Misgivings mixed with delusion;
With we abide;
Wish had died;
By majority and their exclusion.
Jim Horn
'Tis no collusion in the collision
or delusion in the decision
But the effusion of elision
in the intrusion of the incision
Accents the protrusion of provisions
in the suffusion of supervision
By which diffusion of division
in the exclusion of excision --
All goes to show
the profusion of confusion
~ in this here revision!
Can Be In Constant Fear Of
Took a break on last day of
November, 2018 after hearing
all the latest disturbing news.
Here is the poem I wrote in
conclusion after delusion and
its protrusion.
There are those we are in constant fear of;
They never had and lacked ability to love;
Self-serving,
And unnerving;
Compared to others think are way above.
Jim Horn
P.S. Remind you of anyone?
Last Ho A Big Blow
Hard to know who was Trump's last ho,
And when we did had been a big blow;
In heaven made;
What price paid,
While wondering why his wife told us so.
Jim Horn
Trump Problems Predicted
More problems from Trump we predicted;
Truly, horrible picture of him was depicted;
Did raise a fuss;
Happy made us;
Him tossed out of White House and evicted.
Jim Horn
Conclusion A Protrusion of Confusion
Remember when we came to a conclusion;
Foot in mouth was found with a protrusion;
Stuck out,
No doubt;
Trump did bite tongue in state of confusion.
Jim Horn
Before To Darth I Do Freeze
Before to darth am certain freeze,
Must be a way that you can please,
Look around;
Need I expound,
And find me my lost set of car keys.
Jim Horn
Inclusion of A Delusion
With our ideas there had been an inclusion;
Disturbed when found out to be a delusion;
Have no fear,
It did appear,
Extended out other side now a protrusion.
Jim Horn
Although confusion ripples triple
In magnitude and attitude
I believe my God’s principle
Overpowers its multitude with greater latitude.
Confusion in its profusion and protrusion
Pales into insignificance
When I set its delusion
Against my God’s omnipotence and magnificence.
The essence and quintessence of my faith
Powers out any clout and cloud of doubt
That dares to sink and link its departure depth
To oblivion as it can no longer its odium tout.
I rest assured my best days lie ahead
Despite the presence for a moment of traces
Insanity and its vanity shower on the bed
Where I rest my head as faith my God blesses.
Sometimes life can get a little rough
Just “Grin And Bear It”
Or should that be “Grin and BARE It”
Sounds like good advice
Grinning and baring it can be a whole lot more fun
But make sure your friends have all gone home
And the kiddies are tucked away in their beds fast asleep
Before you and your mate start prancing around in the nude
Doing and saying all those naughty things
Like, “nice melons you have there my dear”
This starts the whole process
She responds with, “nice frontal protrusion!”
Immediately, the fun begins and the house starts rockin'
All because you, “Grinned And Bared it!”
The middle finger meets the notch inside my thumb,
squeeze tighter, maybe it’ll shrink.
Trying to push up inside of my skeleton,
closing my eyes I try to pull out my chest.
This feels inhuman, like she’s someone else.
She’s looking back at me, but she can’t register my form.
Count from one to sixty, it should take longer.
Someone wraps your fingers under the protrusion on my shoulder,
shake me and tell me you noticed.
After hours of this standoff, this plasticine mold of me
is like a faceless mannequin I wanna give a name.
Kissing bathroom walls is an occupation
I’m waiting for the badge on my stomach to rise from the dead.
I’m never less alone than when alone.
Cruel and Unusual Punishment 8th Amendment
Of particular news was a protrusion
Upsetting people with a serious infusion
About proportion of a pharmaceutical
Enough to raise and curl your cuticle
Cruel and unusual punishment create an exclusion.
This should be blocked and not allowed
to exist in our society. According to
Code of Hammurabi cruel as well as
unusual and capital punishment never
had any effect on people killing each
other. Capital punishment should be
removed from our social etiquette.
What do you think.
Jim Horn
Could Be Cleaning House
Could be cleaning house;
Protrusion of exclusion,
And then urge to purge.
Jim Horn
Have Returned from Trip
Have returned from trip
Into savings had to dip
To buy a grave stone
Will make grave stone
That is for my wife's mother.
who they had buried.
Batesville, Arkansas
At New Hope Cemetery.
Beside her mother.
Last one related
To Jill in this area;
No one left living.
After Hearing Latest News.
Seems to have occurred
Protrusion of exclusion;
Worst we ever heard.
Trump lies and then he
excludes himself from
each lie. Guess that once
you are President you can
do anything you want to.
Jim Horn
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