I read your letter just the other day
From fifteen year old you
remembering music we use to play
The things we use to do
Then you moved back to your
Southern home
I missed your smile each day
But grateful to our God above
He'd ever sent you my way
Memories of so long ago
Those young teen girls we use to know
Folded letters from long time past
My dear sweet friend, years flew by fast
Now decades later, time / space apart
My longest old time friend,
I hold you close within my heart
Until we meet again
My aunt Boo, my guardian
through heart, blood and soul
the most beautiful person
I have ever come to know
you taught me how to take care of myself
how to cook and clean
to be myself despite what other people think
you showed me what a mother was
helped me face my fears
always watched my six for me
I can't believe it's been 2 years
I wish heaven had a phone
so many things I need to let out
now days I just feel like I'm alone
I miss your birthdays on Halloween
the parties we had thrown
now it's just a silent day
why can't you just come home?
you always called me your "babygirl"
it angers me when others say it
God why did you take her?
now I just feel so much hatred
how bad I miss your laughter
the feelings of your hugs
how bad I miss everything about you
and just felt so f****** loved
Terri To Trump
Terri to terrible Trump was married
When over threshold her he carried
Trump had not paid his bills again
And into the lake they both fell in
Then from it they both were ferried.
Jim Horn
Here we go Trump ti Trump.
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
Go to read above to read the rest of my poems. James Horn
Young Terri loved a ferry ride,
She rode it all the time,
She'd put the money in the slot
To ride the ferry line.
The ferry rose up and down
Upon the harbour wave,
Sometimes she'd hear the foghorn
Blown by Ferry Master Dave.
When Terri arrived at the dock,
They'd put the gangplank down,
She'd whistle down the walkway,
Then stroll around the harbour town.
Tribute the cute with words that rhyme
Harmoniously, hoping she
Enjoys them with the kind of glee
That can be summoned any time.
Entertain her with words that climb
Right out of the mind, flowing free
Readily, so that she can see
Images of herself sublime.
Grooming Miss Grooms is a pleasure,
Reserved for the ink in my pen.
Once she has been weighed and measured,
Odes will be written with a grin.
Motivation will be treasured,
Since beauty motivates men!
The once was a woman named Terri
Who could make you feel so merry
But then there was loss
When she tried to be boss
Inferior? She made you feel very
You are a child of God
he chose you
and made you his own
you are a new creation
free from all condemnation
you are safe and secure
you are signifcant you are free
you are who God wants you to be
you are wonderfully made
there is no one like you
you are special you are are his treasure too
you are valuable in every way
and God loves you more every single day
you are all these things and so much more
God has wonderful things for you instore, Amen,
written for and inspired by Terri Evans poem who am I
check this web site out, God never breaks a single promise, the list is endless my dear you
are unique all you have to do is accept Gods' word and believe it,
http://www.breadonthewaters.com/0191_believers_identity_in_Christ.html
I pray Almighty,
my freakazoid parents
the self-proclaimed-pulpits
of puritanical pious
and pompous selfish
keep their cult like claws
away from my throat,
and respect my
sanctimonious death wish.
Otherwise, I may have to kill them.
Or at least break their hearts.
I am with that crazy ass Pope.
Let them pull the plug!
Draft me not for life support
puncutated by agonizing bedsores.
And Heaven forbid,
please keep me from them
dragging my fragile bones
disgracefully through the courts
and turning my private slip
into a public script.
Please, please, please,
I pray they leave
my morphine shell alone.
Let me sleep
in sweet psychodelic dreams.
Let me sleep in peace.
Amen.