Stampeded Poems

Angelic Syzygy

The dark intestine of the sea
Swallowed a colony of moonlit bats,
God laughed and threw a new

Canopic jar of graceful waves
For Set and Horus to quarrel over;
God smiled again and the darkness

Stampeded over distant green hills,
Horus cried and Set fainted;
God grimaced and the luminous

Blackness enveloped every flower,
Ancient cliffs and ghastly crabs remained
Transfixed by limpid moonshine;

But the pale owl wrapped its feathers
Around the spirit of every paperbark tree;
Victorious as ever, Pallas traced

The eldritch mnemonics of the Big Dipper
To the earth and Arcturus
Rejoined in an angelic syzygy

my five best pick up lines

I could easily throw you over my shoulders and feel
warm and comfortable for the rest of my life.

Your nose has such a pretty uplift, if I were a cricket
I would have to ski off of it.

I knew you were interesting and intelligent before
you opened your mouth by your choice of women
to talk to.

You remind me of a musician who knows how to
play music of every genre.

If your hair was any curlier, I would have to
run home and get my Fuller Brush products,
so you would not be stampeded by adoring women.

Conquering the Crab Legged Crone

One legged evil brownie with a lopsided top hat
Was tired of crab legged crone thinking she was all that
Her feather and sword gave her instant jurisdiction
Her thought her followers fell under some addiction.

Her flag-waving ways were annoying to Buggy B Biff
She smelled like a cadaver for he had caught a whiff.
She was beyond ugly with twelve ruffled hideous boots
He put on his spurs, gun belts, and plaid bagpipe flutes.

She was stirring up the women. He saw his own wife!
Who was screeching and screaming, holding a silver knife.
He crept up slowly to Creelah, the crab-legged crone.
All he wanted her to do was to leave the women alone.

Bam! The trigger was pulled before he even realized.
He had shot the old skeleton dead, he quickly surmised.
The women stampeded the stage, and kicked him to death.
The last thought he had was, I should not have taken the meth.

Are Clustered Into Three Tiers

Wow. My total number of poems 
is getting passed up. Oh, well.

Debate Results

Are Clustered Into Three Tiers

After all the many hopes and fears,
Are now clustered into three tiers;
We now needed,
And stampeded;
For Democrats do offer our cheers.

Jim Horn

Still Trying To Rock

Rock concerts aren't what they were
On the bill was the "Backstreet Gramps"
Tickets selling for ten bucks a pop
If you want you can use food stamps!

One of the group yelled quite loudly,
"Are you ready to.....",then fell down
Helped up by a man dressed in white
"He yelled Rock!", but winced with a frown

Then another started coughing
Hacked one up, and shocked the front row
An old guy in front yelled, "Look out!"
And they all stampeded real slow

An old lady looking seductive
Between her teeth, held a red rose
But she coughed out her rose and teeth
And Maalox flew out of her nose

The lead singer bent to grab the rose
His back snapped, just before he fell
They had to refund the money
and of course the food stamps as well!

Evidence Seized and People Pleased

Evidence Seized and People Pleased

What they did was witness  to have teased,
And then all the evidence they soon seized;
Find things needed,
They stampeded;
Exactly what they wanted and were pleased.

Jim Horn

All of the evidence that they have seized
from Cohen.

The River Styx

Below indigenous herds of species’
Soft stampeded tramplings,
Profound caves water rivers underground.

Roots grow their nether forests
Down to a shadow fathom depth of earth.
Tendrils leaf out only tuber leaves of dirt.

Flooded backs of charcoal catacombs
Snake like water moccasins through
Aquifers to rise disguised as springs and wells.

Here there is a bargeman who 
For pennies holding eyelids down
Will help you to forget

Vaguely chambered 
Urges of the heart.

Emancipation

Why do you try to confine me?
When clearly there is too much debris
In your life that leaves no accommodation for me 
Seems I have taken on a new profession 
As a warrior princess
Consistently confronting your battles
Feels like I've been stampeded
By a herd of cattle 
The melodramatic abuse I have suffered
Is too overwhelming for me
Seems as if I'm only an item to you 
Not a person who has been 
Scorned by you time and time again 
After this long drawn out war 
I stand well-established as a Queen 
And not as your whore 
Emancipate me from this mental imprisonment 
So i can move on with another that will engage
My life with love, passion, and tranquility 
Something you could never give 
Now release me....
So I may live on with my true king

My Eyes Beheld a Goddess

My eyes beheld a goddess
     The first time I saw you
Descending that grand staircase
     Wrapped in a velvet blue

With each step, a raven curl
     Unfolded in the sway
How it danced in candlelight
     I remember to this day

Your dark eyes caught my gaze
     I was stilled yet my mind pleaded
Why would you ever speak to me
     My heart beats raced, stampeded

But then, through lovely red stained lips
     Your honeyed voice – “ Hello”
Began a lifelong friendship
     And forged a sweet Tableau
     

In honor of by beautiful friend – Diane
8/31/17

Poems About My Poems

Poems About My Poems

Should read my poems and discover design;
You immediately will know they are mine;
Cut corners and curbs;
Only used few verbs;
Not only that they are always mighty fine.

Limericks which I wrote can never be beat;
When read are always will be quite a treat;
History in making;
So breath taking;
Where bright minds come together and meet.

Each one of my poems do seem so splendid,
And when read wish they had never ended;
Should avidly read,
To meet each need;
Into space and time they became suspended.

How I do want you to feel was well-assured;
As well as enjoyed my poems word for word;
Had found a few,
Pleasing to you,
And author is me to you had it ever occurred.

My each poem can be found in native land,
And you may measure them when spanned;
Second to read needed,
So they all stampeded;
Rose saw Trump and tiny was his each hand.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC

The Sinking Ship

Thus, came to an end,
both the depth of my breath,
and our happy sail,
on the waves of the pacific.

The iceberg pierced the giant,
sucked us,
of our joy and dreams,
families deserted and orphans born.

To those chilling waves,
we froze,
with jaws wide apart,
and our teeth went crystal.

Our tears went unnoticed,
superior were those,
icy beams of the pacific,
that froze our tears half way down.

we floated for hours,
on those old dusty structures of wood,
they could bear not more than one,
relations along with dreams, we had to sacrifice.

thus froze my body in the icy arms,
my pulse stampeded,
and hopes shattered
so speaks my soul from the distant skies. #PSM

For Armand Who Is Far Beyond

For Armand Who Is Far Beyond

Was needed in one way but another
In one he life was like no other
In other out the door stampeded
Because he was no longer needed.

Where in life would he ever be
By us we should see him equally
He had your best interest at heart
But now you both are miles apart.

What happened is subject to change
Requires that things you re-arrange
Over and over, time again and again
So you may more comfortably fit in.

Jim Horn

Step On the Scale

Step on the Scale

Woke up and was afraid of how I would feel
Would I be happy full of so much sex appeal
Or whole day ended up being big nightmare
As I complained a lot and started to swear.

Where was God when He had been needed?
While watching all my sins that stampeded
To do them temptation of often had to fight
Even though sins weigh nothing and are light.

Have any sins you actually tried to weigh
Stood on scale and long time seemed to stay
After that would start to moan and groan
Weight which I had seen was my very own.

Was loved by God and He gave me some slack
And many memories to me He brought back
But still from weight program proceeded to fail
Everytime when I would step on the scale.

At First Glance

Contented! My life was perfectly fine.
Unaware - I did not know I needed
anyone till my eyes met yours, divine;
my unsuspecting heart torn, stampeded,
beset by tantalizing emotion.
The room - you on one side, me the other -
unsettled in this reeling commotion,
taunted, I feel claustrophobic, smothered.
My heart - set ablaze by love. She whose calm
was undisturbable is shaken now.
Approach I must, your eyes are gentle balm,
their light calling beneath your kingly brow.

I start your way, you turn t'ward me. I bow
before your throne...who was content...till now.

Copyright, July 7,2014
Faye Lanham Gibson

Death Lives For Death

He stands there, alone.  Alone, looking out. Looking out across the vast empty lands.
Lands now cold, dark, and void of life.  Life that had once stampeded through the continents.  
Continents that now were as lifeless as the moon.  The moon whose eye stared down in its 
socket in the heavens, at an empty planet that no longer was entertaining.  Entertaining 
now, only death.  Death, he stands there alone, finally.  Finally he has accomplished all that 
he is, all he had lived for.  Lived for, yes Death lived for death.  For death is the only life that 
he contains.  Contains, contains like the vast body of water, the sea, contains salt, cursed so 
it can never quench thirst.  Thirst, like Death thirsts for his own death, yet he lives on.  
Lives on and on.  On and On.  On and on.  on and on.

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