Suppose for a moment
Superman had no nose
Three eyes
And one leg three inches too short
He’d surely need a better disguise…
Or would he?
Beautiful moments
Are meant for dove
Beautiful comments
Are meant for love.
Someone walk away
For their interest
Someone back to sway
For their love feast.
i suppose they will all
be soon to depart
the danish girl
has removed her top
the germans will soon follow suit
the french girl
will arrive soon minus everything
there goes the male tourist
down the beach
time to stroll, exercise
amidst the breasts residing on the sand
isn't it funny
tables emptied of annoying badinage
i owe so many clear views
of Mexican beaches to Europe
but the sad aspect
is that amidst
all of this tropical beauty
the male tourist is unable
to rise above the preoccupation
of viewing breasts
myself, i prefer legs
they represent a short blip
a blink of the eye
to the pelicans coasting upon
the wave generated wind
the sky filled with marauding
magnificent frigates
surfers hanging in for the wave
where they balance in nature
on a ride into shore
where some will banter me for a poem
i reply, your eyes (fill in color)
are birds who steal my thoughts
my breath, my heart
go away now
and it ain't look at that ass
it is a callipygous goddess
yes i wrote short love poems for them
and bettered their vocabulary
San Blas 92
Suppose !
You are a god
and there is a man
who is so mad at you
Because you have not watered his crops
Have not submitted his kid's school fees
Have not fed him for two days
And when he hangs himself with a fan
You cut the rope
He spits on you
Slaps you crazily
Holds your collar
Keeps crying
Calls you and your parents names
Will you hold his neck or hug him?
But remember
You
Are
A
God .
a Lady Banks Rose
is what I really suppose
she actually knows
a question to ask
must I be wearing my mask
on beach in sun bask
there is latest news
that to read it do refuse
did declare a truce
would read page by page
which has been the latest rage
my mind will engage
Suppose I came home after a long drive,
suppose I see a car in our overstuffed garage
- it's not mine.
Suppose when I enter our apartment
I discover myself in bed with you doing adulterous things.
What would I do?
Imagine if we went away.
then when we arrived home
- while we were unpacking,
all evidence of our trip evaporated,
Imagine we both remained jet-lagged for days
yet dared not speak of it.
What then?
Suppose I died last night
suppose the battery of my life failed
leaving only the shape of my ass
in the easy chair;
though to your sleepy eyes this morning
the indent of my shape
has created an illusion of me
and that's what you think you see?
As I sit here fretting about all this you hand me a cup of tea
- say over your shoulder:
“Write it out kid, write it out.”
Pages are written harshly in the ink of pain
Where are we running without any worldly gain
Voting for causes without any heart in mind
Giving up our soul with no human kind
With eyes on a prize without a return
No faith in each other we will all truly burn
Building bridges with a gate on either side
As we tuck away the fallen in the shadows to hide
Earning riches but always wanting more
But what did we win when no one was keeping score
Taking a leap when we should have learned to fly
Crossing a river while we watch others drown and die
Holding a sign but now knowing the meaning
Giving ourselves but never with any feeling
Grasping tightly but always letting go
Claiming the truth to hide a lie for
show
Listening to the people never hearing a word
Winning it all only to do the most absurd
Taking full joy in others painful past
Speaks volumes of yourself so vast
Shaking a hand but only for today
Knowing deals that were signed will be torn away
Seeing now who you are we can only cuss
Once believing you were suppose to be the best of us
Suppose Crows Go On Clothes
we always suppose
we would see all of the crows
going on our clothes
How is that for a Horn Haiku
Suppose for a moment you were as rich as Croesus
Wise as Solomon, had the strength of Samson
Suppose you were as a Hollywood star handsome
Could you live in the world with the rest of us?
Suppose for a moment you were as strong as Atlas
Courageous as Daniel, had the mind of an Einstein
With the most powerful kings and presidents dine
Could you live in the world with the rest of us?
Which just goes to show that we are best as we are
Not so rich, not so wise, not so courageous, or smart
Not so handsome or powerful, simply have a good heart
I would rather be just as I am right now, by far.
Keeping a friendship requires constant care,
words and actions can be read all wrong.
It's easy to judge a friend's trifle unfair.
It's easy to think you no longer belong.
View your actions using another's eyes,
see if they will be seen as you suppose.
It's likely at times to receive a surprise
and find you render a thorn, not a rose.
this I should supposee
soon to her I will propose
and on did impose
Jim Horn
My dreams have been cancelled
My love was never answered
All those letters that I wrote him
I wonder what's the matter with me
I just know he's got my letters
Because I've written him two weeks ago
Hear me Lord
Blessed Father my out crying out loud
Hear me I'm begging
For to tell me what's wrong with him
He who supposed to love me
He who supposed to care
He who supposed to be there
Waiting for the line my dreams have been canceled
My love has not yet been answered
All my tears
All my fears
Not run away with me
I wonder as I wonder
If it's another girl and if so,
is she the pretty girl
Cuz my man doesn't like any filthy girls
Hear me Lord oh
Heavenly Father
Hear me Lord, hear me out loud hear me out
Dragged all my hurts that I've been feeling inside my head
He who supposed to love
He who supposed to care
He who I'm supposed to be there
Waiting for my love
My dreams have been cancelled I
My love has cease never answered all those letters
That I broke him I've just been written off ignore
By he whom SUPPOSE to love me
3/17/70
Written word by James Edward Lee 1970, 2020
LIFE IS LIFE
THINGS HAPPENS AT A TIME UNEXPECTEDLY
IT WAS'NT SUPPOSE TO BE LIKE THIS
WELL, SINCE IT TURNED OUT THIS WAY
I HAVE THIS TO SAY
AS GOD GIVES ME EXTENDED GRACE
EACH DAY BY DAY
THE LORD ALWAYS WILL MAKE A WAY
I WILL KEEP THE FAITH
NOT COMPLAIN
TRUST IN THE LORD
THIS SITUATION WILL PASS
TROUBLES DO NOT ALWAYS LAST.
IT WAS NOT SUPPOSE TO BE LIKE THIS
IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE
I EXPECT THE BEST
NOTHING LESS.
leaders are suppose to inspired
why will I believe
in a system
where the leaders
never inspire my
youthful age
why will i uphold
on the ideology of
politicians
who never inspire me
why will leaders be
always old
same old circle
same old faces
same old system
this never inspire Me
leaders are suppose
to be truthful
yet we know ours
are far from truth
so tell me what inspiration
do I need from them as a youth
when leaders are war lords
then what are we meant
to be
how does this inspire
any useful youth in this world
after God
always our second
look are on our leaders
our hope on them
speaks a lot on our faces
cos they are the God we see
sadly this days in Africa
as the days come and go
I still wish more leader
except from the few brave ones
will exist again cos
leaders are suppose to inspired
The powers that be
show us
what they want us to see
But the whispering wizards
behind the veil,
all have an emerald poker tell
The froggy princes that lead
always gon spit
a little grinning white in your pink eye
Swollen blinks won’t fetid kill,
eye suppose
Just as long as you don’t forget
to cover up your nose
Every Pied Piper wink wink
got a nodding Oz vapor stink,
Toto tear telling you a covetous alibi,
a Dorothy ruby shoes cry
They say they gon make you a ton of gold brick money,
but then silently they secret witchy gon steal it from you
Don’t shut your eyes ... don’t fall for the Dragon Ball Z ruse
The powers that be ,
which fire breath authoritatively,
repeat this phrase often subliminally:
“Do what we say,
don’t try to free-think
Let not morals get in the way,
of a double cross blink”
I suppose greedy dogs
gotta close their eyes one day
Sleepily lie down in the worm dug hole,
pupil-colored glaucoma grey
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