Scars
remind us
that the pain
was real
Memory
hardens
what time
can’t heal
Ingrained
within us
they serve
to warn
The past
unheeded
is soon
— reborn
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
The children gathered around
the crackling fireplace as
Rumple Stein opened his
heavy, leather- bound book.
His voice dropped to a low,
raspy whisper that made the
shadows on the wall seem to
stretch and dance.
"Deep within the Whispering
Woods," he began, "the old
witches brew potions made
of forgotten nightmares."
He leaned forward, his eyes
gleaming in the firelight as
the wind howled outside the
window.
"They command slimy green
goblins that creep into
bedrooms to steal the
laughter of sleeping boys
and girls."
A floorboard creaked in the
hallway, making the children
jump and clutch their
blankets tight.
"But the worst myth of all,"
Rumple Stein hissed, "is the
faceless monster that hides
right under your bed."
He pointed a long, crooked
finger at the youngest boy,
whose eyes were wide with
fright.
"It waits until the room goes
completely black, listening to
the sound of your heartbeat."
With a sudden, loud SLAM of
his book, he smiled and
whispered, "Now, blow out
the candle and go to sleep."
Green shoots sprout so fair
Light breeze fills the air
Warm sun shines so high
New blooms greet the sky
Birds sing their sweet songs
Life awakes along
Some women control their men
We tried to warn our cousin Flynn
He was quickly taken in
By a widow named Lucy Kin
Lucy Kin was slick you see
Has ways as wily as can be
He fell under her spells easily
She was as nasty as could be
Flynn never goes out with the boys
Lucy has taken all of his toys
He is very quiet, makes no noise
She is a deceiver with deceptive poise
Simple Simon chose to wander upon earth
to feel by touch stark contrast of vibrations
wherein darkness blends with vibrant light
polarities test and tease before their union
senses externalised veil soul presence wise
offering a ride on Ferris wheel called duality
What harm can there be, for soul is within
with voice of conscience unerring compass
space omnipresent immediate and intimate
wherefrom Gods breath sustains life form
revealing clear light in the void of cessation
that renews as a flicker, moment to moment
17-August-2021
After the rain
Will it wash away the pain?
What will remain?
After the rain
After the storm
No shadow or form
Left to keep me warm
After the storm
After the rain
Will I still be sane?
What affects my brain?
After the rain
After the storm
Nothing left to warn
From my life I'm torn
After the storm
After the rain
What's left to refrain
Me from becoming insane?
After the rain
After the storm
All my world is shorn
Will I be reborn?
After the storm
After the rain
I strolled down the old lane
'Neath the full moon soon to wane
After the rain
After the storm
Will my ship land on distant shore?
Will I cry no more?
After the storm
After the rain
I can dance again
Cast off the old bane
After the rain
My imagination gloats in the sun
My muses come forth, I have more than one.
Trixie, their director, lands on her bun.
Other muses titter, thinking it is fun.
They do not know the routine of this almost Hun.
I try to warn them, but their laughing is not done.
When Trixie gets up I yell to them “BETTER RUN!”
They get it and scatter running out toward the sun.
Early Morn When Flag Would Warn
Inspired by Kim Merryman Poem
and my comment to it.
Remember when it was one early morn,
And a red flag there which would warn,
Handle with care;
Danger there;
Rough waves on surface still do adorn.
Jim Horn
Ledge fell in above ocean and some people
who were local residents had ben killed.
Happened somewhere near Encinitas.
Warn About Being Battle Torn
What we really must do is to warn,
Have been in conditions battle torn;
Looked upon,
Dusk to dawn;
Continually contained so much scorn.
Jim Horn
As men pledge allegiance to their demons,
seagulls shriek louder to warn God;
these creatures only have feathers
for clothes and don't feel a bit of cold!
How sullen the skies would be
without the presence of seagulls:
no shrieks, no flapping of wings...
and the saddest would be me!
I can walk to the breezy shore,
pick up a few broken seashells
ignored by those vagrants without lore...
as their rags are washed away by waves!
On these bright afternoons of stillness,
I go as far as the solitary beach allows;
I hear surfs crashing on low dunes...
only this wanderer stops and ponders!
As men pledge allegiance to their demons
and add more pride to their vanity,
seagulls shriek louder to warn God...
that what they are doing is absolute insanity:
launching space crafts and ignoring the needy!
I warn the hawks
Sparrow says thanks and kicks
His **** in my face
The shore is what I have seen since I was little
when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
to notice the path was so warn out to me.
The little strides I took was not so bad
it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
that I could look out and see the sand.
The look in her eyes was so beautiful
it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
to not worry about the pain she pictured.
The final walk up to get home was a bummer
because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
that is when I said, I will be back I swear.
The path might be warn more and more out
even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
with time I get smarter and much bolder.
JUST DIE THOSE TEARS
I suppose there are things i'll never learn about people
i'd like to know
not insignificant things such as what they do and where
they go
i'd like to know some pertinent information
like how they can display such inconsideration
I know this lady whose friend was very ill
the doctors couldn't cure her with an injection or any pill
according to the physicians she was practically at death's door
but that cruel lady acted as if it was something easy for her to ignore
I know this man whose friend's father died the day before
yet he acted as if paying his condolences was some kind of chore
these were two men who were once thick as thieves
but that man didn't give a damn how badly and sadly his old friend grieves
it boggles my mind how cruel certain people can be
but that doesn't go for a person with a heart and soul such as me
because every time some woman or man comes to die
it could be a stranger to me yet and still i'll find myself urged to cry
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