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Anyone think ?
Its about time ?
To Ban ?
Bat Soup
And come to think of it
Rhino Horn
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Shark Fin Soup
But Heaven Forbid
Poetrysoup
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All those who crave her
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Limerick
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About To Embark
Remembered when we were about to embark,
On a cruise but came up with a question mark;
Go which way?
How much pay?
My wallet had being eaten up by a big shark.
Jim Horn
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Haiku
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Horn Baseball Haiku
had a lot of nerve
would be with much vive and verve
when he threw a curve
heard that when at bat
player was chubby and fat
dumber than doormat
player pulled a stunt
for a short bat had to hunt
bragged about his bunt
possessed a great goal
his hitting would take its toll
most bases he stole
around bases stride
home run had hit with much pride
himself was beside
looked like a lone shark
to his team added a spark
hit ball out of park
play baseball does love
performance was way above
received golden glove
playing in dispute
team had saved a lot of loot
when they substitute
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By Some Shark
Sermon did seem like a Sunday devotion
About a deep and wide offensive ocean
That washed many a happy surfer ashore
Making them want to do it more and more.
Created tall, big waves for a random ride
Until there was a changing of the tide
Ocean's great power would not set you free
As you and board were washed back out to sea.
Surfboard had been bumped by a big dolphin
Who always like doing it again and again
Another problem surfaced you had to face
When playful porpoise took dolphin's place.
Several seagulls all now started to scatter
While surfer wondered what was the matter
His precarious demise did end up meeting
When by some single shark he was eaten.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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Limerick
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Scrooge Named Ebenezer
Is highly allergic while a wheezer,
Whose middle name is Ebenezer;
Such a scrooge;
Will wear rouge;
Trump thinks he is a people pleaser.
Jim Horn
About faith, what I have found,
Is knowing when Jesus is around;
Wine in taking;
Bread baking;
One day I will be heaven bound.
Jim Horn
We had been travelling across a plain;
While we were moving along on a train;
Tunnel went through;
Mountain did view;
Where we forever wanted to remain.
Jim Horn
One day we did run into an oligarch,
Who on a sailing ship would embark;
Seemed so shady,
And so was lady;
In pool was eaten by her pet shark.
Jim Horn
Around for information we were nosing,
And part of it said they were proposing,
Crimes discovered;
Also uncovered;
All that Trump did start totally exposing.
Jim Horn
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Couplet
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WHEN YOU WANT TO HUNT
Which is worst, being on Board of Directors
Or did become dissectors call building inspectors
And no matter what they may ever do
Up everything seem surely to screw.
Have some humor heard someone say
Don't have pot to piss in or can pay
For how much they wanted for a huge lot
Which would take away all I have got.
Some say a beggar should not be a chooser
And may at times look like a lousy loser
When it is God who you really want
He is right here and don't have to hunt.
Until you had met some smart loan shark
Who will sell you a house in a trailer park
Be careful and examine paper work
Making sure the person was not a jerk.
Some say rules were made to be broken
Are without any money down to last token
My pleasant realtor heard me make a plea
Maybe we should rent a house in RiverSea.
James Thomas Horn
www.poetrysoup.com
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Couplet
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Why North Needs to Move South
We started out sailing in a sleek sloop
To find poems planted in Poetry Soup
Until after we had looked in plain view
And it turned out to be oyster stew.
Into my mind many poems did cram
And became chowder made out of clam
Gave out secret when I started to blab
We enjoy soup made out of blue crab.
Seafood to me is the only way to go
Which I am sure by now you all know
With more cream my soup did anoint
Then we used crab that was blue point.
After to us no longer was hard to tell
Came by some crab with a soft shell
To soup we added an additional spark
When we added some morsels of shark.
We further thought about it for a while
Decided seafood became quite the style
Especially if South is now where you live
Where they like all things less expensive.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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Couplet
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Epidural Who Was a Girl Squirrel
Epidural was the name of a girl squirrel
Who up her tail always likes to curl
Even during periods when in between
You might see her looking real mean.
Some squirrels are actually calmer then others
Even though they may be sisters and brothers
Who on parents have developed a dependency
And they each end up with a similar tendency.
Instead of loan shark become an alone squirrel
Who doesn't like foolish cats who are often feral
Being fastest both are trying to determine
Can they become slowed down by too much vermin?
Each Godforsaken fool went their separate way
Discovering that not only crime but cats don't pay
Living at their own convenience and convention
Never paying any squirrels the slightest attention.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Quickly approaching 2,000 poems.
Also, need a category for squirrel.
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Couplet
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How Can She Fail
It must have been many years ago
When my mother often told me so
If you don't live by and obey the rules
People all end up becoming big fools.
So suppose it happened at next election
To rule thought they were an exception
And a thought in them truly does scare
President who will be wearing orange hair.
Thinks an illegal immigrant is in every pot
And down in Florida when it has to get hot
What he wants to do so he can even the score
Is shove them all out of an airplane door.
With no parachute whose surface is pourse
End up letting nature try to take its course
After out of plane they all will do disembark
Land in ocean and end up eaten by a shark.
So now wherever we will happen to go
We gave a Hilary, Hilirah and Ho-Ho-Ho
As pleasing President who is first female
With husband like hers how can she fail?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/how_can_she_fail_695843
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Imagism
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YOUR EUPHORIA AND DESPAIR
Sad a*s of a f**k
Do not know anything about making love.
Struggling just to maintain a lifestyle.
Making sense is a useless try.
Now you want to stand up for a cause.
The streets have been your life since bicentennial.
In the marching band, you performed.
Making the streets your home.
I hear your trumpet playing.
I have seen your philosophy of life as is.
You always keep a positive mind-set.
You still believe things will get better.
Happy goes lucky.
You are the gambler.
A card shark when you score.
You know your way around.
That’s for sure.
Never a day goes by that you are not out in the world.
And, when night falls you have found a safe haven.
Your knowledge is acumen earned.
Play your trumpet.
Blow your horn.
Your philosophy of life has brought you many triumphs.
This is your euphoria and your despair.
I commend you for being out there.
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Written December 02, 2015!
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Found It Hard To Believe
Backs of others Trump liked to stroke
Sold us down river when we went broke
Went down an avenue to play in a park
Supporters were eaten by a loan shark.
With himself hard time trying to grapple
Said people in Phiadelphia who ate scrapple
Were found drowned in a swimming pool
Which was all full of mush loose stool.
Local loser supporters gathered around
To hear New York accent an awful sound
King Kong was seen on Trump Tower
Wanted his picture taken by Matt Lauer.
(Also, we heard that Trump went bonkers;
Tower must be transferred to Younkers.)
Trump liked his food served localized
Fell on floor and server was severely criticized;
Trump as usual really had been bluffing;
Us with turkey crap he started stuffing.
We finally arrived at rear end of story
His blood and guts were in their glory
From superfluous sinful stories he told;
Were so many blamed them on Manifold.
How do you fold up a manifold sin
without being short sheeted? Good
question.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Proverbial Retired Veteran and Poet
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
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Haiku
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Horn Challenging Haiku
All that I do need, (5)
Are my poems in front of me; (7)
Away I will wright. (5)
What runners do need;
Good blockers in front of them;
Away they will run.
She really does need,
Have some ballet slippers on,
And away did dance.
Us to titillate,
She simply can never wait;
Ever hesitate.
Ocasio
Females are open;
Readily accessible;
Have what we do need.
My assessment of female
politicians.
https://www.thoughtco.com/top-figures-of-speech-1691818
A figure of speech;
Trump mentally decrepit,
From where we do sit.
What a waste Trump is;
We wonder if he can read;
Much less turn a page.
Must be more direct;
Cabinet are a reject;
Which we did detect.
Humiliated;
Have not been compensated,
For the things they did.
Trump's mind must be blank;
Cannot tell beans from bullets;
Puzzle part won't fit.
Trump has made a mark,
You never did find in dark,
And was a lone shark.
End term of service;
Close to start getting nervous;
Unum e pluribis.
E pluribus Unum (13 letters) "Out of many, one". There is also something about magic number 13.
Jim Horn
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Quatrain
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Fear...!
A bloodthirsty predator that is lurking in the deep dark;
holds on with a grip, like that from the teeth of a shark!
Makes one shudder through the night and day as it stalk;
drains all the vitals, along with our life's precious spark!
It exaggerates and makes a mountain out of a mole hill,
suffocates, chokes, makes you still and your spine chill!
Gropes you in the dark night and feels that it is it's right,
prowls in the open, but hides under cover, once at sight!
Once it prevails upon an innocent unsuspecting a victim,
it comes up with many a vague and suffocating dictum!
Pretenses aplenty to drag you right back into a Cocoon;
clouds the vision and blinds you to the stars and moon!
Partners - hand in hand are 'anxieties and insecurities',
unless taken with firm hands, there aren't any remedies!
There is but one way, that is to 'take the bull by its horn';
a visit deep within and you'll find both the culprits gone!
Face and take on to it upfront, without letting it to cower;
only way for it is 'out' - using Mind and Will as a Mower!
Short Pep-talk or hand holding comes in to aid or rescue;
but, drawing strength from within, 'ever' a permanent cue!
With a firm resolve to fight it and never feed it any fodder,
bringing thyself back to life, restoring Vitals back to order!
Rest assured on its attempt, to raise its ugly head again,
revisit within to make sure that all its attempts go in vain!
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I do not know?
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Bendy old whales taste like snails doing a backflip. But swarms of over eighty nine peonies are closely followed by nine bulls, an elephant tribe, a beetle colony and a party of laughing butterflies. Whose aerial display party was angled to the left in the sky with a north easterly breeze catching the cute curtains and shifting the might of the beasts in airborne state. Like undulating flights of the uniquely formed umbrellas. With wingspans measuring over two thousand kilometers. And kilometres are neither kale nor kaleidoscopic kitchens. So watch out for the breeze block ballet which often entertains sand at high tide. But disposable barbecues can be used as a hang glider if sufficient cello tape is applied to fix the wings. And the throttle can only ever be made by a six foot horn of a walrus. Stifle no swamp who is attempting a speech. And speeches by swamps are very very important. They tell the people not to drop nail polish in bowls for the bowls can get upset and cry which then causes creaky creamy bowmen to sink apples and donut cakes with piercing shots. Such a playful pudding is playing pivotal ping pong in a very talented way. It really is quite acrobatic you see. And a maze on a plate can only ever be cleared with a salt shaker and a hooded pepper grinder whose antics in the woods please the woodpeckers who have a six hour break from peck peck peck to watch the scenes in bemused contemplations. So the little pretty whale is in a flowery dress today. Good. That will please Mr shark whose love of female forms could stem from a wild neolithic neem but not a norm. Really not. Chasing skirts round and around. Wow. Interesting isn't it? And a foregone conclusion is skin to a fox falling over a peanut while a crispy wafer laughs. Hahaha drooling drive deciphering dreams. Hahaha mist in a bath of gravy. Xxxxx tyrannosaurus training teacups. Xxxxx organizationally z z z z z z z at a left over left-handed angle of a righteous right-handed rigmarole rink. Z 46% plus 293 degrees is a delightful sunbathing pan of whipped cream. Z z z z
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Rhyme
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Poet who exhibits panache - meant...
to tickle your fancy dear reader rabbit,
perchance European G-man double agent
regarding the following poem
with kick a$$, je ne sais quois
ingenious, humorous bent
even though reasonable rhyme
mebbe worth no mo' than ten cent
doth quickly make descent
from ridiculous to sublime
and/or visa versa poetic event
trademark courtesy one
sexagenarian formerly fervent
nonestablishmentarian
long haired pencil necked
geeky, dorky, and nerdy
January born quirky,
Yankee doodling gent.
Anyway, as usual I blog alone
(today January 25th, 2022)
while this Poe whit carries a wish bone
but, tis just me and my future self as a *crone
that amble along the boulevard,
while over head buzzes a sir valence drone
blares out an air/ear splitting command
courtesy shift shaping mega fone
which induces my quietude to groan
and find an escape to hone
salvation espied by mirage
sans a balmy *isotone
echoing refrains from Joan
E Mitchell, a great Danish dame
panhandling for ample *krone
so she not forced
to borrow money from a loan
where her former renown
a distant memory, she doth moan
as if attacked by a shark,
who resembles Jimmy Neutron
alias Matthew Scott Harris, who as soon
as he dubbed pipsqueak
that gave him greenlight
to trumpet as firebrand
nonestablishmentarian prone
to stake out a *quone,
while sheepishly at bay astride to the rite,
a beast of burden wearing
horn rimmed glasses tinted *roan
cuz the blinding light shone
into the outer limits
from azure vault -
a shadowy night rogues gallery
over a sinister tombstone
four after midnight emanating
on an eerie, freaky Friday
the thirteenth accompanied courtesy
frightful monster tone
scaring living daylights
out the skin of yours truly,
who found himself parent trap
accentuating, illuminating, undulating
the outer limits of twilight zone.
*a$$ star risked words valid
first to last defined below
based on the merits of google:
1.an old woman thin and ugly
nevertheless all pretty things, she does oogle.
2. any of two or more species of atoms
or nuclei with same number of neutrons
3. basic monetary unit of Denmark and Norway,
equal to 100 øre.
4. watch "The Stakeout" episode
of television series "Seinfeld."
5. denoting an animal,
especially a horse or cow,
their coat of a main color
thickly interspersed with hairs
of another color,
typically bay, chestnut,
or black mixed with white.
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6. Softly she sits upon my knee.
I doze and drift as the radio squeaks
Of sunspots and the honeybee.
The cab wind whistles and creeks.
I sense monstrous, hidden beings
Attempting to open forbidden portals
To hideous, evil, inhuman fiends,
Elder gods and insatiable immortals:
Kassogtha, incestuous sister of Cthulhu,
Craving worship and flesh to devour --
Shub-Niggorath, Ghast and Gug, too.
And what of the Mi-go in space at this hour?
The cabby awakens my dream to deny,
A many-legged thing I spy.
7. A many-legged thing I spy,
That swiftly creeps the fences.
My silent honey starts to cry
As sleep restores the senses.
In designated, remote locations,
Misshapen, proto-human forms
Recite blasphemous invocations,
Starting Tesla portal storms:
At the Transantarctic Mountains,
To the Lost City of Pnakotus;
At R'lyea's nightmare fountains,
To Yemen, Babylon and Memphis.
In subterranean caverns at the LHC,
My silent lady tries to flee.
8. My silent lady tries to flee.
I force an Oxy down her throat.
The phone is dead; no net, TV.
A car horn sounds a bleating goat.
I sit with her on the couch of gloom.
It's a hard day's night to be resting.
Recalling a pleasant Beatles' tune
When a bump at the door ... testing.
Three shark-eyed strangers, swaying.
She has risen, bloated, not right.
They crash through the door, decaying.
I'm immobilized by greenish light.
They molest her with unspeakable sin.
It's a beautiful world we live in.
9. It's a beautiful world we live in.
That Devo lyric the sound I hear.
Repeating cycles of Yang and Yin.
Darkness consumes light in fear.
Wrought from multi-infiniverse string:
Voyager probes sing DNA pattern;
Kong is the eighth wonder world King;
Flying parallel the rings of Saturn;
Andre the Giant, Bismuth crystals;
Jupiter spins its great red spot;
Machu Picchu, Yellowstone thistles;
Red bananas and old Martian snot;
Pyura chilensis (living rocks loving).
A hole in space needs plugging.
10. A hole in space needs plugging.
That's what I saw; but, I must have been dreaming.
Alone. Angry. That vicious mugging.
A connection to others who can see this scheming.
Why now? Perhaps, a rare cosmic alignment;
A natural or premeditated dimensional break.
The solution is clear: capture and confinement.
With senses enhanced, I cause allies to wake.
Thankfully, most of the planet has yet to succumb.
She was taken by monsters, forcibly -- or, voluntarily.
I wait patiently, in misery, for smarter ones to come.
Save for insanity, the Summer day proceeds ... warily.
The room is crowded with new friends who begin:
They came to devour and sin.
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The world kept staring at me walking slowly in front of the sea, the waves keep bashing upon the shore and the sea gulls are running around trying to find comfort in the sand.
The air with salt water falls on my face and the wind scatter it all over the place, the sharks are coming in from the deep and they are filled with remorse as they compete with the high tide reaching the pinnacle of the benevolent sky.
I stood there looking out in the deep, recapturing the moment we spent together building sand castle walking on the sand and picking up seashells piling them together and making art with them.
It seems like yesterday when the great white shark snatches you away, I could see you reaching out to me, your spirit is still out there swimming in the sea. The water is getting warm, the village is getting dry and hope is flying around the town blowing its horn and looking for solace.
There is something out there that you cannot see that is smiling for you and me, it is lurking around your doors and when you see it you must rest a sure.
It is harmless, it is complex but it will save your household from further calamity, it's toxic but you will have to learn to embrace it, It is summer in the distance.
It has been traveling for more than a year attempting to wipe your sorrows away; but so many different obstacles prevented it from coming this way. Now that it is here, it has something wonderful to share.
The terms and conditions might not be right but it is the best deal that you can get to save your lives, I knew that this moment was going to come when all of you would see this thing through.
The world is a dangerous place to live so but don’t hesitate to forgive, the budget might not be fine but in a short moment everything will be mine. Listen to what the universe is trying to communicate to you, go down to the beach and stare in the sun and you will see a profound message smiling at you.
Summer is staring at you from a distance with a special heat burning in the bosom of a woman, it is coming in on a boat with lots of excitement saturated in its throat. The bubbles are pouring down from the heavens and the message on the screen is real it will lead you to your untapped dreams.
Summer in the distance is coming to town get your things together to embark on a journey before the next moon.
You are the corner stone that has been tossed around but I will put you in office and give a diamond crown and a gown with s knitted bra to keep your bosom intact.
I will place an emerald pen on your desk and you will sketch a vision of the city before the twelfth hour, you will be the builder’s choice for tomorrow. Summer in the distance will take care of you.
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