I walk the halls of ghosts.
Of all who came before.
The memories of the foundry floor
Reverberate in my mind.
I remember silhouettes of friends;
See them smiling there.
I see toolbags, slung up on their backs.
Hear their crazy laughs.
Their grunts of strain. Their eyes in pain. As bolts found home.
As my mind wanders these halls, still entrenched in work,
Thoughts loop large to previous days.
Wishing for days gone by—to reach and grab a piece.
Stuck in the here and now—more in back than in front.
Training new by old. Futures to reveal.
Fresh hands to shake, and smiles to share...
Toolbags of their own.
Perhaps a sign of times, as future comes and goes.
Perhaps a sentimental fool in hallways, I suppose.
- Debra
Now i ask all humble.!!! You might just suppose.? That for an instance.' The situation a'rose.' Like its namesake does
From dug dung.' Fragrant and pleasing to
The nose..Also to
( the three who are yet one!)
I ask you just suppose? That some
Judges who are older.? And well versed at
Legal things..Maybe even generals.? If only
Two t'would be a thing! Mayors and police
Captains, and buisness folk at large spoke out that they craved for better.' In their land
And in their towns in their streets and on the borders, from New York to county down, from Melbourne to
Montenegto..Kinchaza to
Beijing town.. From Moscow to Montreal.. No more vanity as of kings.? Here I will mention Maria Farmer and Fiona Barnet too..As why did i not mention the FBI.? As i call
Invessantly for some to come through..)
In this world I am both, shadow and light,
no longer am I moved, by the darkness of night.
They both exist inside of me,
yet now, I walk, what I choose to be.
I once was driven, to do unthinkable things,
killed with my words, added to deaths, daily stings.
Now I see, with such greater a light,
that it over came me, in my darkest night.
Now in the newness of my heart and mind,
over that darkness, myself I find.
Now I am no more driven, in the night,
as I now sit, and to you, the truths I write.
My road hasn’t been easy, I don’t give up, or give in,
till I am who I wanna be, I’m playing to win.
I must keep this attitude everyday you see,
as my shadow keeps me, where I’m suppose to be.
Just suppose I have no time to write.
Oh, that is sad, you say. But such times
are brilliant because I’m doing right
in the plan of God, even if it’s not perfect,
it is a perfect day because of honor
to my God and my lovely Dad. Writing
will keep. I seek the light about my feet,
wherever that leads, one step at a time.
Try it some time; it’s fun to be lead
through the dark, when you fully trust.
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
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