The tragedy within the new
school of ‘thought’ ….
To know ‘about’ everything
—while knowing naught
Where universities foster
professorial demise
Poisoning the young
—with their fantasy and lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
We say we can’t imagine how they feel.
To make it real, let’s imagine
The same happened to me and you!
Then we too, would feel the way they do.
Surly they appreciate our sincere sympathy;
But they must despise our continuous apathy.
Let none of us again be made a fool;
Next time could be our children’s school.
Not enough bullets,
not enough guns
Not enough
ships, planes and submarines
There’s simply not enough weapons
Gotta make more bombs,
gotta build taller walls
Gotta make more satellites
that can monitor it all
Must expand the cyber arsenal,
the computer nano brigade
Need to patch in more infantry boots,
need to out-source more military suits
Have to make America’s security tight,
and show the world America’s might
Project more strategic strength
will make American citizens feel alright
It’s so sad,
the biggest, baddest kid on the block
is now so afraid
Hawks school of thought is:
keep churning out more items of weapons grade
that says, “American made”
War is a just tweet threat way,
insecurity is the nervous theme of each day
So holster up, American cowboys and girls ...
there’s no doubt in your minds,
this Wild West approach makes for a safer world
god is greater
than anything
we can imagine
greater than any
religion
greater than any
philosophy
greater than any
school of thought
greater than the uiverse
greater than the bible
greater than christianity
greater than the limited
view we can perceive
god is greater
because
God Is Greater
He believes that his life is a big joke;
a play that was written for him before
he was born. Sometimes he prays,
asking God to change his character;
a young man who loses bets of any kind,
often wakes up in a dumpsite smelling liquor,
hears a suicide incident and wishes he was the one....
Freewill doesn't exist in his school of thought. He believes
the Cosmic Playwright sometimes sleeps,
as His plays keep running....
collects his benefits from hole in the wall
Luck is on his side, that's his school of thought
His mate has given him a hot tip, good man Paul
the stable lad, he's in the know well he ought
Because he said put your shirt on this one
A racing certainty, can't lose, a walk over,
He enters the bookies, nothing can go wrong,
Writes his betting slip, looking over his shoulder,
Planning to double his money, odds not too long,
Five minutes to the start, he counts his returns
In his head, stalls are being loaded, starter ready
Flag drops stalls open, there off, his stomach churns,
hustling and bumping for position, he feels unsteady,
He's watching the race but his mind begins to wonder
Starts thinking what treats to buy for his three kids
A lovely bouquet of flowers for his devoted woman
Get a take away, perhaps a Chinese sticky spare ribs
Things will be great when this racing certainty comes in
Then shouts from other punters, roaring get in my son
Then came the realisation, devastation, deflation,
No such thing as a racing certainty, all his money gone.
School of Thought
Whatever of thought may be your school
Has been golden rule and season a yule
Tiding you over again until next year
Now that the old one did disappear.
All the evidence has been conclusive
Don't be abusive and longer will live
Are always sure that you shall learn
Things work out best by taking turn.
Tried and true in life are many things
A lovely song like each bird sings
Majestic mountain all full of snow
Along with friends you start to know.
When we let God become part of game
No telling how much fortune and fame
And when all of the blame comes out
Was God we know without a doubt.
Now that you have read each of mine
Suppose you were to add another line
A continuous poem it then will be
Add more to poem that you now see.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Whatever your believe system
Philosophy, school of thought
Or religion might be
If you need to make
A conscious effort
To comply
You are on the outer
Looking in
And have not
Found it yet.
Know your heart, your mind, your soul.
Nothing is gain'd lest life be your goal,
Other-wise men will plunder, sow and reap.
What harvest remains are brains upon heap.
Learn that wisdom seeks repose in your heart.
Education is important in giving you life's start.
Do not betray yourself thinking life is yours,
Giving up the school of thought, closing all the doors;
Ebb tide will wash away what once you thought was yours.
'D' is for dunce but you KNOW you are better than that.
'I' is for intelligent, now we KNOW that's a fact.
'S' is for school where one studies to learn.
'P' is for pages of life yet to turn.
'E' is for exams that cause earthquake, wind and fire.
'L' is for lessons when taught can inspire.
'S' is for students taken to the wire.
For life is but a journey that takes you on and on,
Entering the unknown so be strong, be strong.
After a while your confidence will flourish,
Resurrection will have its day, so never be discouraged.
All thanks,
To you-
The school of thought,
Thought of school!
Prof. Twittie died from an
experiment; like and unlike Socrates, he intentionally
took hemlock, to see how the afterlife looks like
He intended to return
to the physical world after his
observations, which he didn't
For a century now, no one following
Prof. Twittie’s school of thought
has yet dared to take poison,
in order to return with Prof. Twittie
back to the physical world,
and finally conclude their findings
in pen and print
Each One of My Poems
For many things seem to be getting the blame
But how about possible a Poetry Mind Game;
I send you part of poem so you can see
How to turn it into a poem you want it to be.
So easy and simple surely seems to me;
Can start doing it while under a tall tree;
You write a wild poem of your very own
Even if by wind, pages had been badly blown.
Start turning back to the original page;
Set sights to stars and let mind engage;
Let poetry writing become a school of thought;
And by poetry obsession will have got caught.
There is a school of thought that
goes,
When it comes to generosity
That the right hand never satisfy
The left hand's curiosity
So whether giving time or cash or
even something lyrical
We all experience one day
A simple kindness miracle
A new Path to forge and make
a new Suit of Skin to don
new Task's, in hand to take
a new School of Thought to belong
new Trials and Tribulations to test the way
new Effort's that are held in sway.
The Old now is Done
time of Life, for Another one
then a new Birth to comprehend
a new Death to follow and apprehend
it is but, So to understand
to take Life's song Celestial in hand,
A new Abode, perhaps a new land.
I dig the magenta gel
you view the world through, brother.
But, at
the same time it has been nigh on
a year since my candidate won the election, and
maybe you and everyone like you should just let it go and
realize the world hasn't ended.
Yeah, yeah.
Go ahead and say it's only a matter of time before some
redneck assassinates him.
I don't care because you're wrong.
No one from your school of thought has the guts anymore.
maybe if this were the sixties one of you might try something, but it's not.
And you won't.(innard deficiency)
Conversely, this is an age where sore losers whine like
babies when they don't get their way, watch lots of Bill O'rielly, and stockpile
ammunition and non-perishable food.
All because we live upon a
landscape of
Change.
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