Short Behooving Poems

Trump Would Slip

Such good looking eyes  with each lip, 
And on myself had to get a great grip, 
While behooving, 
Moment moving;
As usual up again, Trump should slip.

Jim Horn...

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Improving and Behoving

As more poems I write, they are improving;
And for you to read them all I am behooving;
Poems to read;
Fodder to feed;
Provide delightful experience that is moving.

Jim Horn...

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While Waiting Trump Was Hesisatating

He first waited and then had hesitated;
On Trump golden shower was urinated;
He was  behooving;
Experience moving;
Constipated and nothing could be vacated.

Jim Horn...

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No Longer Will Attitude

Some time with poets wanted to spare;
What I did to them all was always dare
When God to me had been behooving
Will write more poems that are moving
No longer will attitude be, "I Don't Care."

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn...

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Delightful, spriteful
Whimsical, mightful
Mansical musical flash

Sharing caring
Ever bewaring
Soulful and careful and rash

Bewildered when innocence clashes with power
Unsure the brilliance that sparks what you are
So much to give for so much to desire
Hurricanes threaten to put out the fire

Moving, grooving
Ever behooving
Angry, heroic and bright

Joyful toyful
My what a boyful!
Defiantly cheering the night....

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When my lover gazed into my tearful eyes
I inhaled her sweet whispering sighs
Felt her warmth against my chest
Then I knew her blessed,
Her loving
Best
Behooving
Me, at her behest,
To bring her to that next crest
With passion we sought the waiting prize
When my lover gazed into my tearful eyes....

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A troubled youth gone for a year
Far from his family’s allure
For reasons that are still unclear
yet behooving that is for sure.
We hope his stay is suitable
for one so very young as he.
meager details but on the whole
we’re hoping with no guarantees.
A year may not seem long for some
But it is an eternity
For the foursome waiting at home
All anxious and downheartedly.
The shared grief is overbearing
Plucking at our fragile heartstrings....

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Fingers tapping keyboards 
Producing letters, not sound
No lyrics or music
Just amusement 
Degradation, separation 
Behooving a movement by
standing in line to go 
Around and around 
cul-de-sac concepts;
a cyclic sign of decay
Take a number but realize
Nothing has order because 
it's organized that way
Irony and hypocrisy are sewn
into innate intelligence 
Closing the gaps between
the rivalry of God and yourself 
There is no-one else
Just you and everyone...

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