You are a clown she said.
Thank you I replied, adding a smile.
Your buffoonish ways bother me, she added.
A smirk now. I had not noticed before how lopsided her mouth is.
I am sorry, I apologize. I was not listening.
You are dumb, she added. Spelling it out.
You are D O M. Dumb.
I am careful not to laugh.
Not wanting to hurt my best friend’s feelings.
Complete in itself with a start, heart and end,
It explained all in her mind,
One sentence she uttered provided her truth,
One sentence was all she replied,
And there was no retort, no snappy comeback,
There was nothing to argue against,
Because, her statement, it cut to the bone,
The way it was quickly expressed,
So he turned and walked, fled from the scene,
He had his answer which wasn’t “hello”,
She’d stated her thoughts as quick as a flash,
In a sentence with a smoothly said “no”.
I have genuine proof that miracles do exist,
I’ve had so many, but one is favorite on my list.
I was informed I would never be able to conceive,
so when I got pregnant, my heart could hardly believe!
She was born perfect though was told she’d be weak,
ten tiny fingers and toes, and she learned to speak.
I tell you from my heart, miracles are bona fide-
I said so many prayers..the angels replied.
Let's Have an Argument Contest
Date judged: May 1, 2019
Written: April 12, 2019
For the contest, Writing Challenge 4, May 2019, No Placement Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Dear Heart
About He Replied
About what was realized he had replied;
Read Bible with my mind being occupied;
Lifelong event,
Heaven sent;
Completed all of this until day he died.
Jim Horn
Leaving tomorrow early AM for Animal Kingdom
Lodge in Disneyworld for a week. Will escape from
writing poems for a while. Bye for now and another
Happy Sunday in church.
To look into my eyes ,
Is to see a normal man ,
But try to understand me ,
Your soul will drown in the sea of sand ,
For I am nothing you could know ,
Nothing you have ever seen ,
It was I that took the Christ child ,
And did feast upon his screams ,
I care not for your life ,
Yet I hunger for your soul,
Forget not that I own the bridge ,
And your life is but a Toll .
The little girl who once rode my pony
I asked this day to marry me
Her bated breath quivering like happy lips
Over a bowl full of spicy hot chili
Her hazel eyes twitching all aglow
Excitement suited for life’s safari
I imagined this day dressed in genteel
My heart in wonder of standing hairs or bruised heel
To my dear child on earth,
I can see that you’re unhappy
I know you’re feeling so blue
I wish I know how to help you
No one can see one’s future
Imagine if life is like a picture
And you who paint your own life
Just paint it as beautiful as you like
Everybody wants to breakaway
And no one interferes with your days
Now and then life is always confusing
Like the river that keeps on flowing
Try to be patience in your days
Somehow God will show you a way
Keep on hoping for an answer
Who knows your dream will come true
I know sometimes faith comes faded
But don’t let evil take control over your heart
Don’t live in a great despair
There is time when you’re dull being selfish
Yes, sometimes dream can be true
As long as you believe in your heart
Even a man can step his feet on my ground
Or maybe someday your feet will step on my ground too
Sweetheart, if I meet God tonight
I will tell God that you need a hand
Hopefully your pray be heard
And your dream can be true
No matter when my child
Tell your story to me don’t be uncertain
I will hear all your problems
Even we are in two different places
In a moment
I saw my children crumble
The news of death
is once again upon us
As I look at my youngest daughter
I ask:
Are you sad? "Yes", she replied
Are you lonely? "Yes", she replied
Are you angry?"Yes", she replied
Do you miss him? "Yes", she replied
Do you need a hug? "Yes", she replied
We hug and cry together
Then I ask:
Do you love me? "Yes", she replied
I said, "I love me too!"
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!"
That was the first smile I've seen in days!
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