Terry Horn - More Poems
she won a bet
hit a jackpot and
happily
walked away
you are
breathing
heavy
tired and
needing
sleep
worn out
about to be
relaced
technology is your friend
not mine
doesn’t laugh can’t cry
pretends elation
wrap it up
loneliness mailed
arrived on time
invest in your dreaming
be prepared
girl scouts whisper
havens
didn’t reach retirement
so what happens
reached for tenderness
love
settled in blood
runs thru your veins
and listen
to the carolers singing
be mesmerized
fireside talking
to fire
so I listen
love joy and peace
of mind
with contact lenses
flames sign
healing with spirit
fills the room
abundant blue light
brought here to experience
healthy
mystery growing
lots of answers
seen in the distance
always near
use the ATM
made in a garage
in Maryland
what is to much money
why applaud him
take your rich head
out of his ass
sell me out
like weeds
we grow together
the magical garden
food
here’s a peak
good amounts of sunshine
everything
needed to know
this is our home
next to the highway
driven past daily
look no further
outside your window
take the driveway then
off with the shoes
and walk
you me and flowers
attracting bees
born Amish
imagine that
hand picked
by the big guy
carry the mission
buggy and horse
born polish
let’s make some sausage
buy some intestines
filled with ground stuff
so tasty
imagine that
born Irish
the wall crucifixion
saints in every room
chasing the savior
reality in glasses
so simple so pure
join the family
rough and gritty
locked into happy
Exclusive
serenity travels
passenger seat dreams
rolls down the window
with a button
turns the radio on
musicians
good will wardrobes
needed
a job to love
cooks up some
art
it rained
then it stopped
then it rained
then it poured
mystic sunshine
a sage
or a prophet
a woman with a shovel
harmony in the garden
silence in the courtroom
a holiday then
the circus came
unelectable god
role annoited
needs to work
who needs lies and promises
not the dogs cats
or children
surrounded by learning
and opportunity
life on a crazy
planet
look around
unnurished in time
the bread was beautiful
success elevated tradgic
constant joy waiting
done before worse
and better
do it once
do it right
no need to return
always sometimes
I am a ghost
standing
right here kneeling
in front of
us
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