The Bewail city
Ragged into pieces of pain
Each piece tormenting a certain taxpayer
Not even a solitary taxpayer skimped on
Oh the city of bewail!
Walloping at taxpayers
With no apparent misdemeanor
Gazing as their dreams are being dismantled
As they gawk in utter dejection,
Hoping to discern a glim.
And with each passing day
Siphons life off them
But they hang on,
Grasping to life each single day.
Oh well, the high and affluent officers lively
Channeling the city's riches into vested interests
Squandering more city's riches into their own
More than a backyard garden spends water
More than a body spends blood
What city is this?
Timorous taxpayers hide faces in fear
Fear to question and combat all
Greener pastures out of reach
Trapped in the bewail city
Oh down in the dumps!
What city is this?
What city really is this?
A taxpayer shouted "It is the bewail city"
Oh it really is.
Categories:
skimped, africa, betrayal, corruption, poetry,
Form: Elegy
Skimped and Home Limped
There was this comment I would dread
My poems are poor and not well-read
Be within reach of their understanding
Is what the readers were demanding.
Before you find out that I have died
My poems will be written so simplified
Could be read and understood by me
Words with syllables only up to three.
How many feelings can you find to hurt?
And on back wife never likes my shirt
Color of my clothes she does deplore
Which I will never wear any more.
Anything personal should never take
You do things way wife tries to make
And not being a fool with a loose tool
Now can suffer any amount of ridicule.
With this will you have any familiarity
And have found it all was Horn hilarity
That would not ever breed any contempt
No one liked my poems and home limped.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
skimped, humorous,
Form: Couplet
She sits there and waiting at home all alone,
Setting the example, setting the tone.
Waking up in the dark of night,
And her husband nowhere in sight--
This is the life of a pastor's wife.
Cooking a meal, and then he is late,
But so patiently she'll sit and wait.
Then so tired he goes off to bed,
Just eating a little of what he was fed--
This is the life of a pastor's wife.
Hearing the money she skimped hard to save
Would help someone needy, if only they gave,
And seeing him take it and give it away,
Then God blessing the sacrifice in just a few days--
This is the life of a pastor's wife.
Rearing the children when he is not there,
Knowing he trusts her with their love and care,
Knowing so much he can't tell her he knows
Of sessions of counsel where many will go--
This is the life of a pastor's wife.
It can get lonely, and it can get drear
To be without often when she wants him near.
It's still a position she chose for her life,
To be that supporter, the help meet, his wife--
This is the life of a pastor's wife.
Categories:
skimped, faith, family, inspirational, life,
Form: Rhyme