betwixt bliss beats
do thoughts cheat love
unseating truth
More Horn Haiku
opportunity
for mutiny immunity
in Trump community
they were caught cheating
more trouble may be meeting
should be unseating
Trump others shorted
many lies he had imported
out was escorted
had known from the start
God great and glorious Thou art
we shall never part
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
or Serious Mysterious
Though I now live the life I’ve always wanted,
sometimes by hurtful memories I’m haunted.
Some images of you are harsh reminders
of how I worshiped you, while wearing blinders.
I wept through your emotional abuses.
As they increased, I made my lame excuses:
“He works so hard; his job is really trying!
He’s always sorry when he sees me crying.”
As time wore on, I feared I would awaken,
alone; this gnawing anguish left me shaken.
I couldn’t fathom ever being able
to leave. I see now I had grown unstable.
I started praying fervently, believing
that someday I’d escape; I’d cease my cleaving
and shed not one more tear. I am truly grateful
I had the strength to leave a man so hateful.
When I moved out, you thought I’d be returning.
You begged for months, insisting you were “yearning
to prove my love”! I’ve been firm in repeating
“I won't come back,” confirming your unseating!
What would William Shakespeare have to say of Trump's actions in this tragedy
play? Would he liken Trump to King Lear, consumed by vanity, loyalty and fear? Is Trump yet another Sir John Falstaff, a great buffoon, good for a laugh? "Double, Double toil and trouble", will the unseating of Trump leave this nation in a rubble? Please Mr. Shakespeare help us quell these uncertain times, oh pray do tell?
Old Inky dinky parlay voo
Had a race with a green kangaroo
They stood side by side
Inky’s laces got tied
By jingo it caused a foo doo
Poor Inky fell over a murdle
Whilst kanga the murdle did hurdle
Kanga leapt on ahead
Inky’s twang how it bled
He mopped up the blood with a turdle
Kanga ignored poor Inky’s dilemma
And sped off like Pete Smockeremma
With a boing and a bounce
He did loudly announce
I’m the winner of this no problemma!
But Kanga was deemed to be cheating
The lace tying was his unseating
The squidgehawk of the race
Wiped the smile from his face
And Kanga got a blubber beating
The moral of this quindy story
No cheating to obtain false glory
Just ensure you squok fair
And make sure you’re aware
The squidgehawk’s judgement’s mandatory!
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03/25/20
Trump and Ho Chi Mein Trail
Ho Chi Mein Trail led to his monument;
Trump heard that Hanoi Hilton meant,
And much strain,
Withstood by McCann;
Perfect place to leave current President.
Jim Horn
What would happen is that we did drown
In flowers we found in a beautiful gown,
Freely flowing,
While growing;
Emerald shapes we can see in a crown.
Jim Horn
Where Trump had his latest Far East
Summit meeting we should be deleting
and President unseating.
Warmth pushes the cold and I feel
the glistens of a gentle blue
wondering and wandering
as it breathes on through
a simple touch of heart
setting the world apart
boots hang off the cardboard
the same but of a different kind
thoughtless they walk on by
lost just another mind
caressing, the steam rises
soft eye surprises
care, lost worries in the fear
for a second, fleeting
clouds unseating thrones
taking a thankful tone
kindness breeding kindness
love living, endearing souls
promises meant
words need no mention
we know
melting with thoughts of home
we know
simply we just know
It is
All consuming
Subsuming everything
Coursing through
The veins
Reaching…..
First
The seat of emotions
Then
From there
After unseating everyone
But one
Goes Unfiltered
Pumped everywhere
Strangely
No antibodies rush
To counter it
A foreign element?
E…r…r Yes
H…m…m No
No, no, no
Definitely not
The system accepts it
Completely
Letting it dominate
The whole being
Surrendering to it
Not just meekly
But willingly, happily
Almost joyously
Meet
The raging flames of
‘Desire’.
It’s beating it’s beating
It’s message repeating
The moments are fleeting
A fact so unseating
That from it retreating
It’s beating it’s beating
But faced with the meeting
Its beating its beating
Ourselves we’re competing
Our grace waits completing
As seconds depleting
It’s beating it’s beating
Just what are we cheating
Retreating defeating
When dreams await greeting
And passions are heating
A question entreating
It’s beating it’s beating
The moments are fleeting
It’s beating it’s beating
Its warning repeating
It’s beating it’s beating
And what are we cheating
It’s beating it’s beating
It’s beating it’s beating
It’s beating
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