Every day is a life on Earth.
With a birth and death in essence.
Time passing minute to minute.
Like the slow burning of incense.
The Earth with its dawn and sunset.
Then the dreamy darkness of night.
Reminds us of our own journey.
Of finding our way to the light.
The stories survive that have meaning.
That lead us to the promised land.
Where we can reach the next level.
With the help of an outstretched hand.
Think of the heroes before us.
How they bravely walked with danger.
And how the greatest one of all.
Was born one night in a manger!
I dreamt one night of the future.
Of a king with a thorny crown.
How he broke the spell of darkness.
And became the king of Renown.
date: 10/06/22
I am no one of renown
a face bereft of beauty to be forgotten
a volumeless voice canceled out
by the shouts of the vacuous crowds
unnoticed like dust bunnies under the bed
writing down words I weave together in my head
which will remain unread
spread like dead leaves from last fall
the lifeless shells of ladybugs under the window
a feather that floated down to the ground
from the wing of a bird mid flight
to be whisked away by the winds of tyrannical time
silently as a mime pretending to climb
a rope to nowhere
Can any fonder love myself endure
Than self-regard bestowed upon a name,
Or for the cause of unrelenting fame
Become a thing unpleasant to inure
Myself, I think it wise, I must demure,
And savor all the taste of dignity
If takes the pleasure from my liberty,
Then I shall suffer long to be obscure.
I struggle for the loss of all that’s me,
When ego flees in search of undue pride
And leaves an aching heart bereft with tears
While my emotions, hopes and dreams, do flee
Perhaps what’s left behind inside of me
Are nothing more than strains of devilish fears.
written December 7, 2021
A wearer of the crown
Is trained to frown
His monarchical gown.
Not for democratized town
People of renown
Sometimes go down
In assassinating ponds drown
The Dirtiest, coffee brown
Uneasy has to be the head
That is with power fed
Owner’s eyes, even in bed,
Ever watchful and red.
Uneasy lies the head,
To the others their head.
Tiny
villagers
inhabited
Lilliput Island.
Gulliver unaware
found himself tied down
became renown
for being
obese.
written July 4, 2021
Some say she was always meant to be poor
She was born into abject poverty
By some strange quirk of talent … and luck
She became so renown
Everyone knows her
By her first name.
If, by some strange quirk of talent … or luck
You became so renown
That everyone knows
You by your first name
Would you forget us common folks
Who helped you along the way?
Christ Is World Renown
We know that Christ is world renown,
And often saw Him wearing a crown;
Did confide;
Donkey ride,
While he would travel town to town.
Jim Horn
M-arch tenth early Friday morn
E-liminates the cold night;
L-ight from the burning beacon
I-s setting your birthday aright.
T-wilight turns into new dawn, the dark dusk has followed suit;
A-llowing the day to break, bringing bright colors that soothe.
P-oetry penned from the heart
I-s causing you some fame;
L-et lyrical gift give icon
O-r renown to your
N-ame.
Renown
There was a pub in Taunton known world over
And boy did it ever hop, good live music
uplifted the spirits of the motley crew
or was it the smell from the clouds of smoke?
I tell you guys you could get stoned
without ever smoking a joint yourself.
The landlord known as Hopitty due to
a gammy leg was a most fine host.
An eclectic crowd from far and wide
that normally would not rub shoulders
Yet the Wood Street Inn bonded us together
Gays openly welcome, bankers and the such.
All some how fitted into its rare mix
Aussie's made it a port of call not to
be disappointed judging from the repeat
visits, no that is not a Frenchman.
That's Tim he can speak some French
but he just loves berets and baggy pants
not to forget his striped scarf trailing
greatly missed, rest in peace old friend.
Sadly it is closed down now and converted
into two houses. It closed on New Years Eve
2006 and what a party it was. Hopitty gave
me a small police bell from behind the bar.
A fair few of us have now passed on
yet the friendships always remains alive.
It will be a fair while yet before
the memories of the Woody die in minds.
World Renown Horn Haiku
You will love my poems
And have called them Horn Haiku
Became world renown.
Horn Heaven Haiku
Great all things will be
When in heaven you now are
You have no address.
God Horn Haiku
God is great to know
Best friend I have ever known
You better believe.
Church Horn Haiku
Sing some song so great
People will love forever
Keep coming to church.
Loving God Horn Haiku
Is no better way
To make all your days happy
Then by loving God.
Told By God Horn Haiku
What you do give out
Always receive in return
Have been told by God.
We need to have a God Haiku tree.
Poetry Revisited indicated that they
need more haiku for their tree so I
just wrote these.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
A Knight of no renown was he
who rode a black and heavy steed;
He wore death's steel at his side
and sought the devil's where they hide!
The war-horse knew his master well,
with flanks like wings, they'd run through Hell;
They crushed their foes in bloody ground,
and sealed the fate of a Knight renown!
Here I stand alone upon this stage,
You prance and mock, a beast to test,
This night, ordeal, more like all the rest.
Your burnt out eyes; defunct yet full of rage.
I use your words, as fodder for my fume,
“Low down hog and dirty dog, pathetic little prat”,
Are you of any consequence at that?
There’s no respite, compassion in this room.
I load my verbs like bullets in a gun,
Act one, scene two this character’s a fool,
For all I’ve lost I have to keep my cool.
Hard man, you’re not the only one!
Whiskey breath, long live death,
I damn you down, pathetic clown,
You so proud, declared so loud,
“Admire all, a man of my renown”.
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