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Chad M. Horn Poem
Direct me to the One selling magic beans-
my few remaining coins burn pocket holes
(and this is my last good pair of trousers)
nothing else worked, nor made a lick-o-sense
magic beans may sprout into something real,
maybe give me something to believe in
no enegy/ desire to slay dragons
pop-squatted my share of (un)golden eggs.
Need an upwardly mobile vacation
momentarilly take me to new heights,
at least envision my head in the clouds
searching for gold, (settling for silver)
Copyright © Chad M. Horn | Year Posted 2018
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Weekend wanderlust, backwoods trail tramping
Accesorized with well-heeled, hard-soled boots
Forrest frolicking, overnight camping
Freefalling footsteps connect to grassroots
Lost in labyrinth of lengthy commutes
Energized inboard engine outpaces
Scavenger hunting and other pursuits
Tieing up loose ends with taut bootlaces
Observing the touch of untouched places
Muddy meanderings, dry diversion
Pathway erases bootprint/ retraces
Exiting road-less-taken-excursion
Rejuivenated, (much to my liking)
Striking campfire desire for more hiking
Copyright © Chad M. Horn | Year Posted 2017
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Gladness oozes from Yolantha's fingers
Radiating warmth, gently caressing
Aftershock of angelic touch lingers
Tickles 'touchy subjects'; stress-repressing
Internal spark, external expressing
Filling Heavenly crown with jewels accrued
Invoking rain-dance-showers-o-blessing
Calming storms of amplified magnitude
Alluding, "All God's children are valued!"
Touching foreheads with fear-fever fervant
International Queen of Gratitude
Offbeat and earthy, heart of a servant
No worthy words from my pen: shooting blanks
Simply stated, "nothing better than THANKS"
**** **** **** ****
(for Yolantha Pace)
Copyright © Chad M. Horn | Year Posted 2017
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Entombed alive, (albeit barely)..........Eased
Moisture drops drip from coffin lid...Mind melts
Escape seems implausible................Exhume me
Rigorously clawing.............................Raising the roof
Gasping, groping, grief.......................Ghastly gasses pass
Exit plan nixed.....................................Eyes focused on flicker
Now shouting......................................Nearer to light, (here in dark)
Code red..............................................Calming after my embalming
Yells.....................................................Enlightened, and no longer frightened
Copyright © Chad M. Horn | Year Posted 2017
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