AS THE YELLOW TAPE DECORATED MY TOWN HOME
PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER WATCHED IN SILENCE
I FROZE MY HEART POUNDING LIKE THUNDER WHY
IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD FOR THIS MAN WHO
LIE BLEEDING AT MY FEET I HERE HIM WHISPER
FOR MERCY HE HELD OUT HIS HANDS WITH BLOOD
IN THE CORNER OF HIS MOUTH I FEEL LIKE MOTHER
THERESA AND JOAN LUNDON AT THE SAME TIME
MY MIND QUICKLY MOVES BACK TO COMPASSION
AND LIFE FOR HIS SOUL LORD I PRAYED WITH THIS
DYING MAN AS I WEEP SO TRAUMATIZED BY VIOLENCE
YET AGAIN THE MAN COVERED WITH HOLES
OF BLOOD HE REACHED FOR ME I COULDN'T STOP
HIS PAIN WHY WHY AND WHAT DOES HE WANT
WITH ME HE'S DEAD ALMOST HIS LEGS IS TREMBLING
HIS BREATH SHALLOW I TELL HIM I'LL GET HELP
I WAS AFRAID FOR HIM TO TOUCH ME AS I REACHED
OUT MY HAND THIS DYING MAN SAID NO PLEASE
STOP YOUR CRYING IT'S KILLING ME
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 5-14-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE STREET FORT MYERS FLORIDA
AFTER WITNESSING THE KILLING OF MY ASSASIN
1211 ST ROYAL PLACE ST JAMES PLACE TAMPA
8-14-2003 MY KILLER GUNNED DOWN PURRED
AT MY FEET HE WAS KILLED FOR ARRIVING TO KILL ME
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Gus shook his head and began pairing
everyone up in teams...
Then, WailersWitch walked in.
Followed closely by EllenDegenerate
who was sniffing behind WailersWitch
and snaking the air with her forked tongue
between her fingers.
Degenerate had a shirt on that suspiciously
resembled buildings at Little St. James Island,
a resort for orphans that she contributed to.
Then, Michael Ofelellah walked in with RufePal,
"we're here and we're ...
we choreographed the White Houses Nutcracker
for the White Powder Holidays, now, it's time to get something black!
They opened a mini dome of the rock
box and inside was a demon.
Yes, from inside, popped out
WhoopieCushionPatsy, her dirty
dreadlocks dangled in the air
with filthy pride that reminded one
of a dust storm swirling magically
in a sewage treatment plant, swirling waste
and racing them like Americas Cup.
"Anybody getting a good view of my anti-white princessness, yes it is truly ME!"
Michael cut in, cut the crap Whoopie,
we have a world to subdue before Hillary hogs it all...
Listening to the Blues
Slouched almost supine
Next to special person,
Her hand clasped in mine:
Mississippi picking,
Bottle neck used as a slide
St James Infirmary playing,
End of a long Blues ride.
Now a mouth harp break
Exhilaratingly raw,
Finger picking guitar
Carrying the music before.
House rent music that
Spread the world around.
Borrowed, refined, adapted
Into a multitude of sounds.
Music to relax to that
Seeps slowly, and with style,
Down into the soul
Satisfying all the while.
Voices of gravel,
Voices that moan and wail
But voices of power to tell
Some of life's varied tales.
At times when I'm stressed,
Or at times of despair,
At times of great joy
The Blues are always there.
I first listened as a child,
A period so long gone,
But still my favored listen
As my life speeds along.
Now almost in my dotage,
Slouched almost supine,
Still listening to the Blues with
A very special friend of mine.
*Image of
JOY Made Speakable
Be a joy, repeat joy, in thy heart's depth,
Thy love, replete love, floweth thy soul's breadth,
His love of God, he'll sacrifice his son,
The joyful knelt, Issac stretched and hugged one,
Forgiveness joyrides bonds a family,
Coat of many hues, Jacob hugs tangly,
Samson felt his judgment being doubted,
Strength returns joyance for heaven's clouted,
Court's glum as Solomon ordered the sword,
Righteous climax joyrode round, praise the Lord,
Little -- Big, Ezekiel hath neither,
Joyous wings of wheel causeth a breather,
Prayers oft said by Jonah the prophet,
Later, raised mouth ... his joyfulness saw fit,
Zaccheus's short stature gifts him sheer will,
Joyrides a sycamore, efforts instill,
Passing smiles of innocence doth proclaims,
Joyridden fruitful thrives, saith St. James,
Maintain thy joys, thy needs not deny,
A kingdom dwells as thy host saw the sky,
2022 July 29
*9th Place*
JOY
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2022 August 10
into side must thrust
wind would come up with a gust
did survive from dust
we knew they were trans
which had been part of their plans
either Fred's or Fran's
we love our mother
is perfect like no other
even another
fire seemed to spread
trees burned up than were dead
dreamed of when in bed
to God we will pray
tornado not come our way
away from us stay
Carolina country
with an iron foundry
along the boundary
Need to have a poetry group at
St. James Episcopal Church.
Love Each New Vestment
love each new vestment
And wonder where old ones went
To God they were sent
Jim Horn
Church just received new choir vestments
here at St. James Episcopal in Shallotte,
NC.
The Organ and the Flame - St James Anglican Cathedral, Toronto
The organist, practicing,
and I are alone;
unseen by one other.
The pews tremble.
The vast volume of air vibrates with each note.
The morning sun illuminates
the works of mercy in brilliant colours.
Brass and marble plaques adorn the solid stone walls
proclaiming magnificent deeds, selfless sacrifice, pitifully young lives ended.
My heart,
my consciousness,
my spirit,
(Dare I say my soul?)
are awakened.
A bank of glowing candles beckons.
As the organ reaches a crescendo
the tiny flames flicker in time
and I am revived.
God has given us many gifts. We have a choir we do desire and a priest
whose sermons are great. We even have a few people at St. James that
God gave the gift of writing poems to. Here is an example of a poem God
just gave me to be given out to everyone.
Singing and sermon are always great,
And to hear them we can hardly wait;
Incredible choir,
Do desire;
We will be there on time and not late,
Can see burning church and collapsing tower;
Many wept and may mourn as they did cower;
Destroyed,
And annoyed;
We want God to rebuild with all of His power.
Not only was this history in the making
Had been taking while we are shaking;
We regret;
Never forget;
Our hearts will pound while breaking.
Jim Horn
Some Sadden and Madden While Others Gladden
What happens is some people will sadden,
While others bother you and then madden;
As of late,
May irritate;
God likes priests best who always gladden.
Who we will be receiving soon at St. James.
Father Frank never learned how to say
Aman at end of sermon even though he
is a great guy.
Jim Horn
Was at St. James Episcopal today listening to choir who my wife is a member of. I sit on front row. Keep lamps trimmed and burning is what song was about.
Slaves North Shall Head
Towards North the slaves, they have to head,
Where each of their mouths will finally be fed;
In South starve;
Way North carve;
Hope someone puts them up in barn or shed.
Predicament of slaves seems so similar to
birth of Jesus.
Jim Horn
Could Be New Found Capacity
Is true stick with it using my tenacity;
Encourages and increases my capacity;
Stayed in shower,
Oven an hour;
That also did expand all of my elasticity.
Jim Horn
Got to clean up for St. James Episcopal
Church Service. Priest always starts off
with a Joke like Bush does to break the
ice. Suppose I took a sign with me that
had a bunch of ice cycles on it.
With Another Joke Was Satisfied
By God, we will never be denied;
With another joke were satisfied,
Got caught;
Son sought,
As in St. James had been inside.
Jim Horn
Saint James the Fisherman Day
Rohr family was nicest and kindest;
They had found it so hard to resist;
High point there,
They would share;
A new Episcopal Church does exist.
James Thomas Horn
Member of St. James Episcopal
As well as a retired veteran
Bolivia, NC
Church is currently located on
highest point in Shallotte, NC.
We are very thankful to Rohr family.
Messed up. Property was donated by
Chandler Rourk.
https://www.geni.com/surnames/roark
Trump A Contagious Conquistador
Trump has been a contagious conquistador;
Thinks is handsome and those around adore;
Far or near,
Pain in rear;
We abore and don't want around anymore.
Jim Horn
By and heading for St. James Episcopal in
Shallotte, NC. Sure miss choir being we
do not have one during the summer.
Bounce on a spring and will spring forth
Ito the air like the flowers springing forth,
Still growing;
Beauty showing.
Who many may have died by the fourth.
Jim Horn
Off to St. James Episcopal.
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