(sing it to the tune of "Cruella DeVil" from Disney's 101 Dalmatians)
There was a Govenor named
Kristi Noem De-Vil Oh
Kristi Noem De-Vil
Her own dog she’ll harm
there's nothing more cru-el
Kristi Noem De-Vil
Kristi Noem DeVil
She hated her puppy Cricket
with wired haired charm
Her own doggy she'll harm
Her own doggy she'll harm
deemed he was useless
like her goat valued less
So, she took the poor pup out
Not sympatico—Not even a pout
She’s made her boss proud
she shouts out loud,
Kristi Noem De-Vil
Kisti Noem De-Vil
with whom she’ll share
the Presidential ticket
Out of her mind with excitement,
chasing all those birds
and having the time of her life
was poor fated Cricket
We need strong leaders who can
do these sorts of messes
She'll bring her own doggy harm
Ranting that it’s just another day on the farm!
The Govenor may be watching too much Netflix
Perchance Wentworth an Australian series
An unhinged system for women's prison
Chicks! Chicks! Chicks!
Chorus...
If anyone out there is looking to offload
an annoying puppy or jerk-face goat
there are many rescues out there
Categories:
wentworth, anger, animal, dog,
Form: Lyric
Past Permanent and Present Subject to Change
past is permanent
while future will soon be here
now live in present
Present is only tense
which we can live in.
Jim Horn
This is my 8,000th poem.
I have dedicated it to
Marjory Wentworth,
Poet Laureate of
South Carolina.
Probably should have
had her edit my poem.
Categories:
wentworth, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
When I was very tired
After much long reading
Of today’s leading works
I sought the refreshment I need then
With a number of old friends
There was Emily, Robert and Rod
Longfellow and Wentworth too
Telling words so sweet and dear
These are the ones I love to hear
Gentle lines of simple words
Clean clear visions in my head
Tales that everyone knows
And I wonder where are they
To lift the torch and let it shine
New masters to stand with old
New tales that everyone will know
Long have I read word of many
Looking for some bright new friends
To stand tall with my friends of old
Categories:
wentworth, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Marjory Wentworth Mother
Three Year Anniversary of
Mary Kneeland Heath Tully
death.
I thought of Heath Kits and
Tully's coffee when I had
seen her name.
What might I find on her thoughtful mind;
A poem for me that she recently designed,
Daughter of mine,
Sun on does shine;
So sorry soon will be leaving you behind.
Jim Horn
Categories:
wentworth, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Her Facial Expression
Her facial expression seemed so sincere,
Even though his soul is no longer here;
When met;
Never forget;
Memories of him are still close and near.
Jim Horn
For Marjory Wentworth regarding her friend
Muhizidin d'Bhana
Sometimes you really need to add notes
to explain your poem and its meaning.
Categories:
wentworth, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Information Started To Seek
When more information I started to seek,
Would read Marjory's poem twice a week,
She great message had to reveal and tell;
To thoroughly read through it did compel.
Beginning and start has an original point;
What happene and in poem would anoint,
Me with things to think about and select
Satisfying curiosity as well as intellect.
As you have started presenting speech,
Lessons learned are in what you teach;
We always knew what Marjory meant;
All words she said were from God sent.
For Marjory Wentworth who will be giving
presentation on racism this coming Tuesday.
Jim Horn
Categories:
wentworth, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet
In Response To Marjory Wentworth Poems
Have bent all rules to meet my needs;
Satisfy egotistical desires and greed's;
My goals meet;
Others defeat;
With ambivalence and hatred leads.
Jim Horn
Nuremburg poem was very interesting
along with the rest of your poems. They
are great poems because they encourage
me to write more poems.
Categories:
wentworth, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Went To Meander
Marjory Wentworth went to meander;
Took a gander and had to hand her
My poems that with me I did tote
Then she grabbed me by my throat;
No more of my poems can she endure.
James Horn
Marjory Wentworth is Poet Laureate
of South Carolina where poems are
always finer so she said.
Categories:
wentworth, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Beware of gifts from anyone.
This gem, an emerald undone.
Its beauty was unrecognized
This precious stone, i realized
Rough cut to new, exceeds its worth.
It had to be returned to earth.
Australia, we did arrange,
Once more to visit Yester Grange.
At Wentworth Falls, its new domain,
As cargo of a paper plane.
We launched it on its solo flight.
Waving goodbye till out of sight.
This flight of fancy set it free.
Its resting place eternity.
10/ 22/ 2016.
Emerald green for my wife.
Categories:
wentworth, goodbye,
Form: Couplet
Mid morning message from Port WENTWORTH Georgia
To those who will hear
Ezekiel 13:7-15
And they cry peace peace when there is no peace
How often has the so called church been willfully deceived
With the wool pulled willfully over their eyes...
Longing for bondage they are as the whites sepulchre
Of which the master spoke ,,pure and clean without
Yet within full of all matter of excess
Alas they wish to remain in Egypt it so seems to the awakened voices if dissent.
Was not Moses one of these voices , given no choice , he spoke the word of God.
Now these sharp tongue dapper ministers with fake eloquence and fake go early , these pharaohs in mosaic clothing, whoa to the scribes and Pharisees...hypocrites one and all...
I an lewis Findley...and you have heard
THE TRUTH
Categories:
wentworth, abuse, anti bullying, art,
Form: Free verse
November 16 2015
Ezekiel 13:1-6
Morning message from port Wentworth Georgia to those who will hear
Here the prophet Ezekiel lashes out against the false prophets of Israel, because face it
P S ers and friends, the world us full of sanhedrinites. as well as other things.
How often has the church to which toy or I belong condemned others only to themselves be guilty if the same? Will you , will I not be made cleansed to do right?
Where are the Pauls of Tarsus today. Will not one or more rise to condemn the Sanderson of today, this current world systemic order.
Are you am I just sheep to be led along with rings in our nose like some willing drugged bull?
CHRIST JESUS OPEN OUR BLINDED EYES WE HAVE BEEN ASLEEP TOO LONG
Categories:
wentworth, anti bullying, betrayal, bible,
Form: Free verse
Is 4 fold...north ...south...east...west...
Quadriphenia...the who
______
Only love can bring the rain from heaven
Falling from yon upon the thirsty ground.
The sun in heat has burned for long the time
O let the rain cascade yes all around
Let m and and ground and beast drink mightily
The flow that comes from none save only God
That strength comes to the thirsty countryside
As over the days the creation do trod
Written on a rainy Thursday Sept. 24 2015
Port WENTWORTH georgia
Categories:
wentworth, absence, age, america, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Grandma was German raised to value beauty,
her art found in nature the flowers and the trees.
Grandpa, a Wentworth, from an English family
whose Great Grand sailed the Mayflower, across the sea.
In the time of William Morris, when craft was art,
Great Granddad was a shipwright that's how we got our start.
So, we valued craft and beauty and adventure charted.
Through tough times, poverty, still wisdom was imparted.
Born in a place of splendor miles from the bay,
Mom was raised on the poetry of Edna Millay.
I was born there to and in the woods I played
amongst maidenhair ferns and violets unafraid.
In art born, with brush and pen, often did I write,
raised on Lord Tennyson to great my delight.
And, I adored the architecture of Frank Lloyd Wright
how he blended craftsmanship into each homesite.
Schooled in modern art Warhol and Mies Van De Rhoe,
my mind opened blooming to many new tableaus.
All my contemporaries were part of art neuvau.
Each masterly artisan's work helped me to grow
Categories:
wentworth, life, nostalgia, on work
Form: Quatrain