to control curse
either should want to rehearse
or it will get worse
Had a Curse when We Rehearse
curse was always worse
when empty had been my purse
I would curse and curse
Story of many people's lives.
Singing Worse So Should Rehearse
Remember when singing was getting worse;
When sounding like we had received a curse;
Must inspire;
Our choir;
Will become better when they do rehearse.
Jim Horn
Wedding Vows Would Rehearse
Wedding Vows we would rehearse,
And knew it was for better or worse;
Looked inside;
Beautiful bride;
My wife I married who was a nurse.
Jim Horn
Only after
We rehearse insanity
The brutality that man found profanity
A man volcanity
Fatality in urbanity
Medication mentality
Humanity has inanity wrapped around trees
Posts of light
Cipher reality
Reveal morality
Funky vitality is rather groovy
I cannot feel my mundanity
You can touch it.
We here can hear we
Only after
We rehearse formality.
1-21-2017
Deeply hidden within thoughts
that linger
A centuries old message to know
and then feel
Remembrance crying out from the
darkness approaching
In a voice so familiar—our fortune
to steal
It calls to us silent as it waits
for an answer
It calls to us closer as all
distance revokes
It calls from within us in a voice
our breath fosters
It calls us beyond all past anguish
and hope
The air now grows heavy with
a mist that induces
Words mate in the fog as the
letters reverse
The ending comes first, as the beginning
still chases
Sleep only forgiven as new memories
rehearse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Curse To Rehearse
I am a writer. An artist.
I’d like to say I’m a poets,
But I don't really know it,
And I definitely cannot show it,
Because I haven't gotten it right.
I am cursed with a thirst
To rehearse, verse by verse
Until I can tell myself it’s decent.
Words flow like water from the tip of my pen
And even though I may read it over and over again,
I usually like what I write.
But of course you don't, Or at least that's what my mind tells me to think
I am plagued with a curse
To rehearse my work, verse by verse,
To question whether my art is better or worse
Than what I believe it to be.
My words thrive in an imaginary universe
Where every verse is dispersed and dispersed
Until everyone knows what I am saying.
Outside of that dream
There is always a theme
Of doubt and defeat
Where my wants seem to take the back seat
And all I hear is my pounding heartbeat.
Maybe I can write, but I may never know,
Nor will I let my work show,
Because I am still stuck with the curse
To rehearse, verse by verse.
But even if you tell me I can write,
I will never believe you.
He Should Rehearse
He should rehearse how to disperse
And with his small hands steal a purse
What would he possibly do after he did
Find paperwork for his illegitimate kid
Continue to be plagued by horrible curse.
A ripple wow.
Jim Horn
northern lights rehearse
hibernating bear blinks, yawns...
first cold blanket sown
He asked her father,
He said, "You may."
He asked her,
She said, "I will!"
To celebrate their engagement,
A party is given, a nice backyard party
With dancing and romancing.
The guest unaware,
Of the change in the air;
Veiled behind closed doors, a secret's revealed.
She tells her sisters, he tells his brothers.
"I'm getting married!Right now, tonight!
Quick, put these on---No time to rehearse."
The guest have seated for dinner to be served.
An announcement is made; dinner is delayed;
The couple is pleased that you are here,
They invited you here, for their wedding to share.
Surprise! You were invited to their engagement party,
but, this is the wedding ceremony, they planned from the start.
Please excuse any mishaps that you may see;
For they did not want to rehearse,
As life is not practiced, and this is their life;
Two become one; for better or worse.