Kundalini, the coiled serpent.
Waiting to be properly awakened.
To begin the raising of the truth.
The answers to all the hard questions.
Of life, love, and the reason for living.
The serpent of energy fills with light.
To supply the passion of character.
And reconnoiter this suit of being.
Walking on pillows, a foot off the ground.
When the worry wanes and joy takes its place.
You become the one you were meant to be.
To master the Kundalini fire.
For it has the power to enlighten.
Yet like all fire must be respected.
Used like a tool, not like a fool.
One could become like the saints of old.
With miracles and superpowers.
And the answers to all those questions.
Of life, love, and the reason for living!
Categories:
reconnoiter, life, love,
Form: Free verse
My Innermost And Fervent Desire for Solitude
Has Unleashed the Taurus Beast
Mortally Weary are My Bones That Pre Exist My Existence
Worn Is The Sound of My Granted Title
Weighed With Accoladed Responsibilities
Fileted Fame, Phantom Honor
Two Eyes Blinded For One To See
Tangled Tongues Like Two Edged Swords
Slanderous Vices of Presumptuous Predators
Trying to Obscure And Prey on My Harmonious Heart
Entwined Conservation and Preservation Driven
To My Pigeonhole Soul, Reconnoiter Sanctum
Vocals of Virgin Light Pours In Streams of Truth Beams,
Silenced The Rueful Beast Starved of The Tender Lamb that Strayed.
Categories:
reconnoiter, solitude,
Form: Free verse
Try to put feelings to thoughts,
thoughts to words..
weed out angry ones, hope for forgiveness
in calling card verse.
beauty sings "won't be long"
in clear air, beauty sings
voice of the canary, what does it know
of better things.
Was I hard by you, did I lose track of time..?
or fail to find it, the beauty inside..
that sweet voice of the canary remains
lost in this mind.
In a world of self judgement
to reconnoiter by chance,
such a force were we,
in our simple made plans..
So go on now, go
you were meant to fly high..!
high above the mines,
not here down below.
Beauty sings "won't be long"
voice of the canary
in clear air, beauty sings
for what does it know
of better things.
Categories:
reconnoiter, beauty, forgiveness, heart,
Form: Rhyme
Flushed,
kicked to the curb and stunned,
waanning, waanning and crumbling crumbs,
dispelled as dumbed,
come backs like lakes of water aren't even fun,
toned and intonated,
17 things to endanger-
39 to reconnoiter,
there was nothing to do,
nowhere to go,
some people showed,
they were enhanced,
I was so gold-
aggrandized yet grow'd,
I couldn't even agree with the folks,
got stunned and littered as the roads,
melted plaster and recreated the last masters focused.
Categories:
reconnoiter, art, assonance, celebrity, desire,
Form: Blank verse
Success Soon Will Start
Success soon will start being in site
After you stayed up day and night
Practicing on a favorite instrument
That to you by God has been sent.
Though at times I am always annoyed
When people responsibilities will avoid
Leave musical instrument in its case
Forget being first seat as well as place.
Why give up and be a mission aborter
What you should do is to reconnoiter
And while at it have a change of heart
Gather up facts and over again start.
We just can't give up.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
reconnoiter, encouraging,
Form: Couplet
http://articles.latimes.com/2004/dec/25/nation/na-cowboy25
Either Sown or Sewn
or Flower or Flour
Either it is to be sewn or sown
Which one should be left alone?
Maybe small seeds or some stitching
Back and forth we are always switching.
Sown seeds will soon start to grow
Flexible fingers become when you sew
So if I should sew or start to embroider
With what will me brain have to reconnoiter?
Into life itself some small seed will spring
And at all when we start to sew anything
A certain pattern will evolve and become
Like my many poems when you read some.
Are sewn and sown really, actually related
Both become building blocks of the educated
Still what you sew or sow will always reap
Even though bills have started piling steep.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Categories:
reconnoiter, philosophy,
Form: Couplet
Winter's icy streams funnel low
Frosty beams on pine needles
glow
A menacing wind seeps
through thatched window
Below, fibrous carpet cloaked
with satin plateau
Snowy wood with furry dander
doth flow
Mule deer nestle with fatty
reserves in tow
Wild boars root 'neath the
milky tallow
Red foxes scavenge for prey
along the hedgerow
Pensive hares prat through the
silken meadow
Black bears take shelter in
sleepy hollow
Sparring woodchucks bristle in
the frothy undertow
Spotted owls reconnoiter each
frozen crevice, sealed burrow
Orange-breasted sparrows
their winter anthem bellow
Jittery squirrels scurry about
searching for nutty escrow
Categories:
reconnoiter, nature
Form: Rhyme
My muse did her fealty recuse
My honor she did stealthily reconnoiter
My discourse was grounds for divorce
Finding my writing no longer enlightening
My blithe parlance no longer my mistress did entrance
With my prose she did forthrightly dispose
Each short she did subsequently abort
Each regaling verse did prudently disburse
Each perforated line truncated with lackluster shine
Each conjured sentence only increased my penance
Each glamorous byline she did smugly decline
Each dilated phrase with a bridling border did encase
Each gilded stanza a burnished extravaganza yielding no artful bonanza
Each tethered word coagulated into a stolid curd
Each bloated quote sunk my creative float deeper in the moat
Each lofty rhyme labeled too smarmy and sublime
My metric time no longer struck a concordant chime
Each literary device neatly spliced would not even a novice entice
Each repetitive, stagnant metaphor made my verse a bore
Each strained, tortured simile engendered no empathy
Each supplanted metonymy a shock wave lobotomy
Categories:
reconnoiter, funny, metaphor,
Form: Light Verse
Battle weary joints in intuitions arrayed lines,
Reconnoiter the ballistic armor dish,
Spy work encounters soft voluptuous designs,
Muzzle lifted arrogant projectile as gripe ball?
Overshoot or underplay enemy rights,
Miss fit charged by the trigger happy brigade,
Blooms and bottoms out in fine rivalry points;
Self propelled guns to leave unfired shells around?
On the home front Howitzer powder monkeys,
Rest in peace to pleasure new silent glitches,
Old stories of their valor and fighting skills,
Victims of love bombshell hits, in stun attacks.
Categories:
reconnoiter, life
Form: Free verse