Existence a great learning curve
A journey to sway and to swerve\
Whilst society attempts to unnerve
Communities we need to conserve
Help others with kindness we serve
Self love is what we deserve
Fulfilling our lives with much verve
Irony has no place here; let true meaning stand,
Unmasked from deceit, that twists what should be known;
For truth is dimmed, when caressed by a shaky hand,
Hearts are dulled, when slow speaking in undertone.
We’ve learned to laugh to soften our doubt,
To hedge each word to lessen what's too plain;
This cleverness has worn our candor out,
Leaving us fluent in deceit, shame and disdain.
Now is the moment to speak plainly, completely—
Letting the twists unravel, before they're played.
With power serves made adroitly, sweetly and neatly—
To break the ingrained game our irony has made.
For to say upfront, what we mean, demands we refuse
to diffuse, bemuse, confuse, what we risk to lose.
hairpin turn
road, verses' wit—
pulse quickens
I tried to share my insights
Lost you in fright
Dare I speak in foreign terms
Something left to learn
Coming from a different venue
In a thousand books the clue
In the nature of things
Its the Swerve that sings
Philosophy and great literature
Free from ignorance the cure
Never accepting their version
Lies allow this days perversion
So don't read the letter on the page
Your indifference is my rage
McCain May Observe or Swerve
McCain loves country that he does observe,
Even though at times may curve or swerve;
Never fall;
Gives his all;
He watches Trump who has a lot of nerve.
Jim Horn
I started this intrepid jeourney
putting all the zealous faith
in my renewed capabilities,
not wanting a handout from life.
And stubborly going forward, it got much harder:
the further I went, the less strenght I had;
almost regretting of having undertaken
such a hardous task that only some dared to take.
Am I forced to follow instincts
unable to swerve from this course?
It's a risk I may regret later...
when all gains seem to be lost.
I shouln't have tried to alter anything,
and left alone the calm waters without stirring a storm;
in that clear sea I could see white corals on the bottom,
now the troubled currents are fighting back with fury.
What is predistened must occur as prophetizied,
don't imitate my foolishness: I'm unable to swerve from my course;
do I realize I was given a mission to be completed before my death?
Look beyond gratification and pride: humbleness is given only to a few.
Written on 9/12/2017
See It Swerve
When you see it swerve,
Could be natural born curve
In gutter may end up.
More problems must face
What will I have to do next
Pick after I choose.
One I shall select
Was never prepared to do
It wore a disguise.
Problem passed me by
Thanked God that this had happened
Never see again.
Jim Horn
How a problem appears
and then disappears. A
Horn Haiku story format.
Interesting swerve ball move,
techno color thought an groove,
Mona Lisa in the Louvre,
Leonardo so salube,
In spirit he is prancing.
Brian Strand
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Aroma penetrating
That smell tells my plight
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