classical fm radio be
quite relaxing...
till the news casts
its ear-rations-all...
at our exist-tents
as the shadows of...
times irrational
transcend-dance...
of war for profit
stan sand
Thy Daily Ration
Jesus Lord of all compassion
feed me with thy daily ration
Make me as humble as can be
a boon to the community
So I may do what’s to be done
someone folk can depend upon.
5th June 2022
Bite Size Poem no.45 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Cellphone monologue
I’ve been driving, you know the road is no highway,
how taxing, skirting potholes, cajoling the new jalopy
will be there for a candle lit supper, come what may.
Out of the glare, jacarandas form a fragrant canopy
into the glow of passion driving down Love Boulevard
Oh my, your texts been erecting toll gates between us!
I need money to get through to you, road is barred.
Do you honestly believe I deserve to be treated thus?
Sometimes a man has to make do with his love ration.
But the once-sweet ferments, then love loses a mate
when the woman darts in and out for material fashion
though she knows full well her lover is no Bill Gates.
Hard to believe we used to be such a rhyming couple
my said inadequacy has made me reel under the rubble.
Must Mention Each Ration of Compassion
About Trump are things we must mention;
Definitely has been big bone of contention,
And nibbled at,
A dumb doormat,
While many problems exist with retention.
Jim Horn
The Coke Ration
by Bob Moore ©2018
I remember long ago
the freezing winds
and the cold grey snow
5 am at the council gate
to pick up the coke
one hundredweight
The old pram we used
to drag it home
the wheels all buckled
and starting to groan
was something we just had to do
to keep the house warm, all winter through
I was only, about nine or ten
dad away in Korea,
he’d said to me then
you’re the man of the house,
so help your mam
and look after your sisters
the best that you can.
Then he was home
the fighting was done
back to being a kid,
and just having fun
when I look back
it wasn’t so hard
but I remember the cold
and the old council yard.
Every night, my dreams are such a delight
Dream of swarms of ladies begging for a bite
Must ration myself out
Because of my gout
Hampers me but passions still damn well ignite
Every night, my dreams are such a delight
Dream of swarms of ladies begging for a bite
Must ration myself out
Because of my gout
It hampers me but my passions still ignite
Passion isn't a ration, just reaction
Its from the heart
It brings satisfaction, its complete, no fractions
You felt it from the start
No one can take it away, and you can't be swayed
Its just who you are
Others can say what they may
But this is your shining star
So display your soul, shine bright uncontrolled
Just be infinitely you
Unhindered, no surrender
Share your brilliant hue
What I wanted and needed was a ration
Of kindness, consideration and compassion
All mixed together for me to be satisfied by
Whether I am happy or may want to cry.
God has given each one of them to me
And with Him surely will always agree
The most are exactly what I did need
Even when hurt and happen to bleed.
God gave me them for me to provide
To others who with I now do abide
From here to there and coast to coast
Mainly for them who need it the most.
Maine is a state on one of the coasts I think.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Heat my heart I hear a hero
this soul soothed, stilled, and silenced
golden, growth, gave me a guru
within, wild, waiting to whisper
I inclined, initiate impossible
imagine infinite isn't so infamous
IMHO SMH serves no justice
TKO LOL no need omega
delighted to deliver dharmic direction
self-appointed steward of selfless
practiced not perfect, positive portions
critical for compassionate connections
we, world, will win, with unity
culture continues to counter crosses
mediated meeting my middles merciful
If you think you know then answers pass by
not one mind built this vision
landmine lands filled with landfills
minus minding multiple menaces
covet care cause its a rare case
corporate ladder, or conscious staircase
choices chastised, for coursing courageous
caring contagious, counting on cowards
evils aired aren't left faceless
sights for sure are sore from wayside
be the change to see a day is seized
stay cold-hearted and this place will freeze
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