Terry Horn - More Poems
such an important
decision
being in touch
escaping that plan
the wind’s direction
providing knowledge
is even likeable
just want to
be sure
the promise is loyalty
no need
to think about it
let us
sing together
we shall see
we shall find
eternity
remembers
a baby tooth
a first step
a bike ride
assume
it’s all made up
spent
a past life
as a feral house cat
this is strength
this is a weakness
just a perception
being alone
not a choice
at this moment
can not
stop the sun
from shining
sat at the beach
every morning
everyday
for a month
all lining up
no longer
causing concern
released
maturity facing
time and another
sunset
sunrise
keep it light and fluffy
she seems to have
a twinkle
in her eyes
comfortable
he will tell you
let us hope
let us strive
shine
will eat a raisin
pretending
it is still
a grape
keep
your toes crossed
mark the day
with a feather
dig a hole
climb inside
and wait
the storm will pass
the view is different
here
on the other side
life in the church
god in the corner
prayers in the echo
saints here everywhere
came here believing
expecting miracles
because
they happen everyday
what a place here
coal country sorrow
mostly joy
so understand
helping your neighbor
sharing some laughter
stories about mountains
people and trees
a coal country future
a worthless diploma
secure a new reason
a need to achieve
strength is beauty
the worthless muscle
hope is ready
waits for the word
you are a picture
a life of fulfillment
seen as a nightmare
what will i do
when
there is no past
no future no tomorrow
always today there is
love eternal felt
came and went
just the thought
you know
packing then
the day arrives
finger on the fourth
fret
i
quit being me
the year of our lord
riding horseback
into town
just
to waste time
god’s eyes are watching
you unaware
playing
crazy eights
creating symphonies
where’s
the drum solo
the year
of the toenail
baptized
with blood and water
so have a sandwich
have it on rye
bread
put in some effort
try or
be creative
please do not go away
i need you
your visits
your sense of knowledge
you could do things
make magic like fire
turn into a bird and
fly away
strong enough to carry me
strong enough to put me down
returned from
yesterday
had a book filled
with notes
drawings in pencil
it is
different now
ready
everything is almost
the same
got people
yelling
at me
to
buy more shit
the idiot’s platform
the mud dries
the leaves burnt
think i
will make coffee
and sip
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