Dearie,
So happy you make me,
Yet the sadness ruins my knee.
We met by misery,
All in that nusery
I am livid in tears
But it opens my ears.
To be full, out the real
I try you to feel.
A space of no thought,
And no fraught.
A reality in my dream,
You bring to my realm.
Rejected and forlorn... I come to,
Dejected and torn. .. I leave too!.
My angel keep playing,
With hide and seek, you are slaying.
Dearie,
My thoughts are eerie.
But you make me sane in insanity,
I feel druggily yet so happily.
As I go over the counter to survive,
You counter there in deride.
I find you in a home,
Of all places to clone.
Ha!..ha.. Ha..my love,
Must we play in this grave?
Sweetie.. we go a long way,
Can you spare me a few?
My devil...I..,
What a spur!... I...
Can't leave be,
Yet won't let me.
When you plan something spur of the moment,
At first you feel proud and in charge,
But the longer you think,
It will end in a blink;
Then the doubts stumble in and loom large.
I need time to mull over my choices,
Possibilities I can assess,
Weighing good points and bad,
What will make me feel glad
And eliminate what might cause stress.
Sometimes, though, I can’t make a decision
And the plans do not ever get made,
So perhaps if I pounce
I might get to renounce
Hesitations that make me afraid.
If the scale tips one way or another,
Either method can end up with doubt,
But at least if you book,
Then by hook or by crook,
An adventure you won’t do without.
I remember when I got mad at you.
You asked me about how I changed from back then,
I said I toned it down rather than take it like that.
We should of got married then.
Now we have these meetings we have to go through.
If they could see us, how we are, there wouldn't of been any other,
We can wait.
When the bluster and champion of words bleeds
from the flue,
quite unintentionally, with seeds…
The whirlwind of contrast and opposing creeds
turns one blue,
when the bluster and champion of words bleeds.
Spur of the moment spat of dandelion weeds
without a clue,
quite unintentionally with seeds.
A test dummy with mouth and lip speeds
seems so frou-frou,*
when the bluster and champion of words bleeds.
Delightful time but for tilt of raw deeds -
a daft wind blew,
quite unintentionally with seeds.
When unmitigated passion and escalation leads,
bad blood breaks through…
when the bluster and champion of words bleeds
quite unintentionally with seeds.
2/26/2022
AN ORIGINAL VILLANELLE
L Milton Hankins
*Frou-Frou — silly
Trump Had a Bone Spur
Obviously odd things about Trump occur;
Can you imagine him having a bone spur,
As he feared,
Disappeared,
But still military did not have to endure.
Jim Horn
Economy On To Spur
With many people we may have to confer;
So that on our economy are able to spur;
Together work,
Including clerk,
But both offense and defense must concur.
Jim Horn
Spur on the black horse,
for the cliff is near.
The hooves hammer sand
into dust, and the dust devils
blind the perilous path.
Loosen the reins, and
kick the horse faster,
as he heads into hell.
The passing tombstones
bear glorious epitaphs
that are not seen, as the
earth splits and grinds
into ruin and raze.
No shadows are cast, and
feet are too small to fit the
shoes of those trampled down.
Markers will show no names,
no dates, no words of praise,
from the soldiers spreading red stains
upon the earth, while haloes
grow quickly into horns.
The fat dine on bones
of the thin, and sins are
washed down with wine
while we sleep and dream
on star-spangled sheets.
The spur pricks are spinning into one,
forming the scorpion's tail.
The sun grows hotter and the wind
whips faster as the black horse
speeds into hell.
A Scratchy Spur
Cat's in garage completely loading cattle
With big box in a constant, consistent battle
And another view of him I just did catch
While he was going scratch, scratch, scratch.
Then after that next noise I did hear
Was eating food being around and near
This time there was a different sound
After for cat box he had been bound.
With no worry and never at all any fret
Cat will still always be my favorite pet
An idea and thought to me would occur
What if he wore boots with a scratchy spur?
PS. Maybe even itchy also.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Sand Spur Ruined Reunion
Things outside so often seem to occur
Like present of a protruding sand spur
Which I want to pull out and discard
Before they completely cover the whole yard.
Things that traumatically happen can be true;
What started out as a single are only a few
From soil many nutrients started demanding;
Number obviously ended up being outstanding.
Never knew their source of original origin
But still keep coming back again and again;
Outlandish has become all of their activity;
Won't see them in scenes which are nativity.
After finally, furiously growing up so fast,
They will become part of a prevalent past,
And even though I were to shed a tiny tear
The bastards would still be back next year.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Vet and Favorite Pet
Dazed n confused
Not knowing how to help if its not spoken of too
Expressing is like a suggestion of how deep its roots
Dazed n confused
Not knowing how to help if rooted out too
Just feeling bruised
n stripped arms split blood drips n thrown in a hole left to the wolves
Knowing better tho
Just mentioning the motion of emotions felt while being being bum-rushed by scars that were produced
Silently roaring the proof
Dazed n confused
A lil gesture of consideration returned n provoked concern
Dazed n confused
Thoughts of smothering n tryin too hard put aside for questions of relevance that are shown why they are
yurned
What's the answer in return
Nothin
Dazed n confused
Wearing fortified gear ready for anything anyone or something
Dazed n confused
Not ever ready to give up just not knowing what to do...Peace
At the spur of the moment,
Rain fell down like choreography
In a synchronized fashion
The lightning lit up my heart
Like an X-Ray
You could see my bones
The bits begging to be broken
The thunder clapped like the audience
That watches us all on our ride through life
And I ran in side
Away from it all
Unappreciative of nature