English philosopher John Stuart Mill
His social and political theories are practiced still.
Utilitarianism thinking today -
Is it always the most moral way?
A true missionary,
Working among lepers,
Cared for poor, a visionary,
Burnt alive with his two sons by a mob,
Locked in his own jeep, fire fetters,
Imagine how scary,
Killed for loving others.
07.28.2021
For William Kekaula's "Julyme" contest
they will
read my
will but
will they
fulfill or
contest
as if a
contest
a run for
my money
or simply say
he wasn't sane
Comey and Martha Stuart Sentence
Comey had created Martha Stuart sentence;
She would need to serve for her repentance;
Mentioned flowers,
Better than ours;
Harshly affected her supporters and tenants.
Jim Horn
Missing Other Poets
So where have you been?
Write more poems again,
Be enjoyed;
Never annoyed;
Will read while in my den.
Jim Horn
Trump to be President he was claiming;
Do whatever he wants has been aiming;
Allegiance oath;
Love me both;
Those around him hopes to be taming.
Jim Horn
Trump is like a true trumpeter swan;
Big mouth to dusk beginning at dawn;
Floundering fuddy duddy,
And body really crudy;
We will be glad when he is finally gone.
Jim Horn
None of Your Bees Wax
Wrote poem for Andrea and it am devoting;
With her brain writes poems while boating;
As her titles increase,
Wax none of your bees;
Duffle bag full of poems was seen totting.
Jim Horn
This is for my 5,555th poem I will be writing
for her. Have less than 50 to go.
When I'm falling you always catch me,
When I cry you wipe away my tears.
When I feel trapped you set me free,
When I'm with you I have no fears.
We started as friends joking about love,
Talking about fantasies we though would never be true.
Back then I was blind and falling from above,
But now my eyes are open and all I see is you.
I love you, Angel. I'm yours forever
My Dearest Stuart…
Many days have passed since
You made up your mind.
You stupefied me,
When you agreed to be mine.
You will always be stupendous
In my eyes
Your words, your voice, your touch,
Constantly leaving me in
A daze.
We walk together on this path,
Away from those
Who point and laugh.
Let them judge,
For they will see,
Just how sturdy we can be.
Our feelings for one another,
Will grow.
Like a garden,
Row, on row
I have no doubt
In my mind
That we will last and over time
Miraculous memories
Will be woven.
Stuart, It is you
I have chosen!