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Horn 7-5-7 Haiku
had been innocent
who we always loved and liked
forever would do
This said it all and is a story within itself.
J-oyful
O-ccasion
E-mploys
Y-ear's
E-xceptionally
L-iked
L-iterary
O-pus
Topic: Birthday of Joey B. Ello (February 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
bat who liked candy invented a lie
I have to taste test every piece, so no one will die
The others backed off, but I called his bluff.
He threw a sucker at me and walked off in a huff
There were no guys quite like Ben and Jerry
She depended on them for her dairy
She liked it with nuts
No ifs, ands or buts
And she often found room for a cherry
We walked the beach, held hands, danced in the rain…
I’d go that La La Land time and again.
But what a bummer,
Dream of midsummer!
By dawn my fantasy did slowly wane -
Soaked wet I was, I must have kissed the rain.
when my life played part
always had a change of heart
saw horse break the cart
what he said and meant
was really an accident
he had to repent
may have been extreme
found features that did redeem
bought a Sunday supreme.
Everyone liked Garret.
The girls wanted to be his friend.
The boys wanted to be him.
Garret was like a charming epidemic
Mimicked by his appreciative peers.
Adored by his teachers.
His smile was dazzling.
His reputation widespread.
Here comes that fantastic clown dog with his bulldog Mike
They both very much enjoyed New York circus run by Mr. Spike
Dancing was frowned upon, so they barked and gave a hop.
Liked it so much, no one could make either of them pause or stop.
Here comes that fantastic clown dog with his bulldog Mike
They both very much enjoyed New York circus run by Mr. Spike
Dancing was frowned upon, so they barked and gave a hop.
Liked it so much, no one could make either of them pause or stop.
they did not always call her donut head
but after she became one, what else would they call her?
I have a name, she would yell at people
They laughed
Maybe it was too much her friends suggested
she refused to change it
she liked the attention
just not the laughs
There was man who liked to pun, F Thinking it was tremendous fun,
He said he would dye
Which made his wife cry, But his bright red hair made her run.
my parents never liked air conditioning
only turned it on for company
not every summer day, maybe twice in August
if it was over five hundred degrees outside
both were Iowa farm kids
used to the heat and being sweaty
hard workers who cared little for luxury
did not hold stock in fancy fussy things
Trump Lies Likes to Reveal
Somehow seemed to smell a bad deal;
Wanted some thing with more appeal;
Searched around;
We finally found,
Trump who many lies likes to reveal.
Was with wife all day at hospital. She had
her right knee replaced after having left
one replaced April 5th.
Jim Horn
She would have a hard time taking a knee
at the National Anthem. Where would they
want you to take it to anyway?
Mattie & I
on the stream of
Soda Can
the heavenly hills
Of Hats.
The howling husked heard;
Just The Night Owls
And the waxes of weltering wobble of worms
All In Dreams
Then:
I rollover
And see Mattie
Swift asleep forever
And whimpering…
Aches
And I never eat-
Till Mattie wakes-
From his sleep:
--Dedicated To My Conscience,Abeer:R.I.P --
**Obese Is Not Okay**
For "Put Your Rebel On!" Contest
Are they really my friends?
Do they see?
The hurt they've caused me
The pain.
They misery.
The agony.
My wrists scared with depression
My heart forced to love them.
I don't know what to do,
What to think
I try to make them like me,
Yet still they don't
Maybe someday they will see,
The actual me,
The girl who made it,
They girl who lived her dream.
They girl they thought,
I could never be
Maybe they will think
"I wonder if she liked me?"
I always liked the rain
It’s avant-garde disdain
Encased in every raindrop
Its tauntingly cold chill
Trickling off a drippy nose
Its million centipede dance steps
Puckering the dust, stirring the mud
The child like joy of running through puddles
Popsicle stick armadas attacked by giants
Mud pies with maple twig candles
I still enjoy the rain
Walk more slowly
Savoring its scent
The icy edge of its smile
Its tear like essence
Reminding me
That I now walk alone