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Sad that the old days have gone forever
So sad that old days
have all gone fore ever more
never to return.
Jim Horn
Categories:
vire, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
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To sing each Sunday do have my permission,
During our church service or at a convention,
Which will do away with worldly dissension,
Also, olve many problems I may mention.
What people did say about poems of yours,
That after reading them endures and endures;
Solved all diseases by coming up with cures;
Are enjoyable when of them take many tours.
Read my poems and then turn into songs,
And in all of your hearts each one belongs;
So we will be able to right all of the wrongs,
While God for our souls He always longs.
Jim Horn
Categories:
vire, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet
Poetry Revisited Is Revealing
Poetry Revisited is now revealing
They are appealing with much feeling
Poems that you prefer and appreciate,
Write more of them can hardly wait.
Temptation struck noon and night;
Late in morning dawn's early light
Time that poets most often prefer,
They always know and are for sure.
Poems may be about anything at all;
Sleek sailing ships that seem so tall;
Went to beach to hear seagulls screech,
Putrid President we want to impeach.
No matter what subject you select,
They are always great and correct
Sent from God when we both agreed,
More polishing up our poems do need.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
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Categories:
vire, poetry,
Form: Couplet
Verbum Caro, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Verbum Caro by T. Wignesan
Glory to the resuscitated Lord
Incarnate cry of the Flesh becoming Verb
The body is not the place of death
Where the soul feels alright despite revulsion
He who holds his nose
While passing his house full of droppings
Whatever be said : My flesh my pigsty
It is he the tomb requiring cleansing
A body all armed comes out of me
From the invincible nakedness
Fomenting peace in the midst of war
He’s of an innocent cast of mind
As virile as the sun
His worth illuminating the earth
The world is set on his head
The man straightens up It is midday
(from Les Jours de la Passion, first published by the Abbaye de la Pierre-qui-Vire by the Editions diu Zodiaque, 1962)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
vire, religion,
Form: Dramatic Monologue