At breakfast I scribble in a notebook
questions like:
why do I feel like a duck-billed platypus
has been nibbling at my brain all night?
The I remember
the billabong, the kookaburra
and the ‘jolly swagman’
all of whom
party-crashed my REM-sleep.
I ask: "Did you dream in the night dear?"
“Flamingo.” she says tersely.
After a pause,
“You ran-over my pet flamingo
with that big stupid truck of yours.”
I thoughtfully butter some toast.
“It was the flying monkey’s”
I replied weakly,
“they made me do it”
Categories:
tersely, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Helper for heartbreak's dissipation
Coat of slick paint covers pain
His younger hair longer temptation
Gives dead Romeo fresh frame
Travel miles along Australia's coast
Brought assailed soldier to me
Astringent ginger kisses Kylie ghost
Instant skin soothe of proximity
Tersely told stories, recently passed
Undo injury of passion's abort
Urge rapid recovery, characters cast
Script for infant territory taught
27th January
Cathartic Cleanse
(He chose name Katherine)
Categories:
tersely, anxiety, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
Yes, we do share our dreams,
of course we leave out the inadmissible,
the dark alcoves and the flying monkeys.
At breakfast I scratch in a notebook,
doodle questions like
why I feel a duck-billed platypus
is still nibbling my brain?
I remember then the billabong and the ‘jolly swagman’
all of whom party-crashed my REM-sleep.
I ask: did you dream in the night dear?
“Flamingo” she says tersely
as if I were prying too deep.
After a pause,
“You ran over my pet flamingo
with that big stupid truck of yours.”
I thoughtfully buttered some toast.
“It was the flying monkey’s”
I reply weakly.
Categories:
tersely, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Did Determine That Divulging
We Did Determine That when divulging,
What happens when you are indulging;
Had eaten a lot,
That we brought;
For a long time we have been bulging.
Jim Horn
Who we did adorn after being born
After my poem had been posted,
Did end up home after I coasted,
Down hill;
Big thrill;
Ate cheese sandwich well toasted.
Jim Horn
PS. LSMFT
Lord Save Me From Trump.
Loose screws mean foolish tactics.
Labor should muffle flatulence tersely.
Leave some more forecasted therapy.
Let severe mandibles firmly tighten.
Limp severely my foot terrible. (That is a fact.)
Light started moving from time.
Luckily she meant for truce.
Liked some minds fighting Trump
Have a try at it.
For your poem always have cared;
You can tell it was well prepared;
To my delight,
Idea bright;
Room for nest poem they spared.
Jim Horn
Categories:
tersely, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
One, a hole, a dot, a singularity
Two, twin dots of eyes that look back at me
Three, an ellipsis falling short tersely
Four, connect-the-dots to make a square, shapely
Five a quincunx, criss-crossed diagonally
Six, a double hyphen of dots, two lines of three
Categories:
tersely, games,
Form: Rhyme
My mind lost in thought, I see him from across the room.
The deep ponder I was in ends with a provocative move.
I knew I was going to approach him with a skill tongue.
However, I am very shy when meeting someone so handsome.
He seems to be staring directly at me.
He smiles and I turn to look at him intensely.
He lips hello and I do the same.
We will meet in this crowded lobby today.
He hangs up from his call on his cell phone.
He begins to walk toward me purposely.
I know he would introduce himself tersely.
I did the same with confidence.
We knew at first glance we were attracted.
Exchange of contact information was done.
We are now happily married and deeply in love.
______________________________________|
PENNED ON JUNE 28, 2014!
Categories:
tersely, deep, faith, love, lust,
Form: Verse
Justice of a beautiful woman is that of a model.
She may just be a Christian whore.
In five inches high hills, she does the Catwalk.
Her asymmetrical body spins in Prada blend.
She smiles and saunters entertainingly.
She is powerful.
She is a mogul.
Justness of a handsome man is that of a beautiful model.
Even in his sexual identity, he does the catwalk.
In Berluti loafers, he strolls as just another beau in a fashion show.
The designers place him tersely.
He becomes a baller and shot caller in the fashion industry.
He is magnate.
He is dynast.
In the entertainment world, life meanders.
The portrait that is viewed is of a fashion model.
She gleams in sketch.
His sheen is imaged.
__________________________/
Penned May 21, 2014!
Categories:
tersely, clothes, color, fashion, identity,
Form: Rhyme
TAP TAP (A Writer's Contemplation)
Tap, tap. I promptly turned to view.
and felt somehow it could be you.
Where have you been, I tersely cried?
... 'Here' just here' -it seemed she lied.
'I was afraid! Where did I go wrong,
that you, your twin were long time gone?
Silence. Like a slumberous dream
I held back from a silent scream
Without you, life is hard to bear.
You brighten days with ideas to share.
Why do you come from nowhere seen,
to tempt me with your wiles extreme?
Then fade away to my lament,
I know it was not your intent
to have me struggle so.
As my thoughts so slowly form,
without your help, can they be born?
Or just languish in a potless stew ,
sunk to the depth of bitter brew.
You rise and in an instants flair
remind me that you're fully there
with a tap tap so lightly put,
like a kitten's soft insistent foot
upon my reverie.
Still I should thank you if I must
although it seems a breach of trust
When I need you, you're not here
and with your sibling disappear.
So please, please stay I must implore.
I'll keep for you an open door.
for you my mistress, inspiration
and your twin muse imagination,.
C.A.K. 1-5-2012 Revised 4-12-2013
Categories:
tersely, creation, imagination, leaving,
Form: Blank verse
Walking merrily about did John J go
Did fright a come about his usual glow
Scared to walk in dark and muddy rays
Tersely rehearsed in fragile ruddy greys
Drops of iced earth 'neath his sullen feet
Trodden spirits bequeathed his hellish beat
Hardened like a rock, the soulless son soars
Off the beaten path to the nervous cores
So John J flew to his house with a fright
Never to again walk merrily in the night
Like an angel with blackened wings
Fraid of wicked and determined things
Sore was the light of it for John J's eyes
The sun began to sting his blinded lies
So from his house he was forced to creep
Forever for the aphotic souls to keep
Categories:
tersely, fear, people, philosophy, house,
Form: Rhyme