I strolled with God, and
God with me, as
I shrank from booze to clarity, through
Narrow doors, and sculpted lawn, that
Buffered me with accountability -
The hands of God my confidence
No one can stand
Like wall against.
*
Categories:
wilmington, addiction, adventure, appreciation, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Jill has been in the hospital for
seven days and I have not been
writing any poems on Poetry Soup.
Here is one I wrote while there with
my wife.
We would have started out to seek,
Things explained when did speak;
Could hear,
Far or near,
When the weather was very bleak.
Jim Horn
Categories:
wilmington, allegory, analogy,
Form: I do not know?
Always Would Knew It Was Apparent
We always knew it was quite apparent,
What we determined to be a deterrent,
Were involved,
And resolved,
Made mistake when they were errant.
Jim Horn
Story of Congress's life.
Going to take a trip to New Bern
to buy a Scholitski's sandwich
after having breakfast at IHOP
near COSTCO in Wilmington.
Categories:
wilmington, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
I did not have much of a thing with mosquitoes. That is until we visited
a famous plantation home on the Cape Fear river near Wilmington,
North Carolina one summer. We were especially excited to view
Orton Plantation's extensive flower gardens.
But, soon as we all climbed out of the car. we were attacked by black
clouds of the insects even though we had on repellent. We ran back to the car
with my young nephew crying and screaming, "We're not going to ever come
back here, are we?"
So ended that memorable trip covered with hundreds of itchy bites.
river still
thousands of lotus blossoms
look up at the sun
Published - Cattails - Spring- 2016
Categories:
wilmington, insect, summer,
Form: Haibun
Tears Were Shed
We did decide to take a tour
And ere to go were not sure;
Maybe to Baltimore and then back
Or Phillie and see Freedom Bell crack.
Arrived at Norfolk and saw naval base;
Then off to Raleigh we would race;
After that to Ashville did have to go;
Ended up in snow and car went slow.
Went to Wilmington to see a friend
Which is were trip came to an end;
We were all tired and went to bed;
Died and over grave tears were shed.
jthorn5656@atmc.net
Categories:
wilmington, travel,
Form: Couplet
We began to see
the first sign of Strip Malls
toward the end of World War Two.
In fact I remember
something of a barbed wire
fence I used to peer through.
Wilmington,
North Carolina 1945.
Just a theater, grocery and truck stop.
But behind those walls
of new laid brick and mortar
was a dare of dares, no one can top.
A barb wire fence
built to keep someone in.
GERMANS ! (I was to sworn to secrecy)
Billy Fenster caught me
peeping around the corner
to get a look at what I was not supposed to see.
Look at Mr. Scaredy he said,
and with a snide look on his face,
“I d-double dare you to go to the fence painted red.”
Siddling along the brick
like a crab doing the moon walk
I stayed in the shadow feeling light in my head.
Kommen zie hier, I heard.
Seeing enough Don Winslow movies, I knew
what he meant. I walked but nothing did I utter.
Through the metal
he handed me a baseball.
In large letters he had scrawled “Gruber”
I saluted and he returning
smiled and needed no speaking.
I returned to Billy with my chest in elation.
And the baseball is still in my possession.
© Jun 12 2010 Charles Henderson
Categories:
wilmington, adventure, childhood
Form: Narrative