Long Native soil Poems

   A celestial dance, infinite grace
in the grandeur of 
ancient yearned place.
A Red Giant lassos 
his pearly bride,
keeps her from roaming the desert face.
A vow is exchanged, a cosmic bond living, 
alive with...

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If the courage still exists to do so in our age of political correctness, many of us could ATTEST to the fact that America and the free world have been and is one of the...

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UPROOTED


“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.”--------------------Rumi
listen not to the vagrant zephyr
seeking only sustenance of its kind
idol thinkers lolling in innocence
swayed by every whispering sigh
unaware – that secrets lie.

“We put the urn aboard...

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Godfearing grandpa died over two decades ago,
he had an adventureous spirit bolder than any explorer of long ago;
and in his many voyages: from tumultuous Argentina
to Canada and America...he immensely missed
his faithful and beautiful blue-eyed wife...

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Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason...

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I do not know
Whose excitement was the greater
My dad’s or mine
As we boarded the bus
To a long-lost dream
Of verdant fields
Rich with the fruit of native soil
Of crystal clear streams
Where laughing youth
Was spent in carefree
Abandonment.

My dad’s...

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 Let me tell you a story of my night journey;

After a hazardous trip from a far off state
With drooping spirits and waning energy
I alighted at the station to catch the night train
My heart besieged...

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I climbed the highest ladder, 
To see what I could see; 
I saw my fellow countrymen, 
Living in poverty

I climbed up even higher, 
Embracing open skies; 
Murder, death and bloodshed, 
Appeared before my eyes

I saw...

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AT HOME

It is a long time; I left home.
   It was dark and there were no streetlights.
      I thought to live better life far away from my home...

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As we departed for a long journey,
My heart punned with jocundity,

Had heard a lot about its beauty,
But didn’t know, will ‘be welcomed so haughtily,

As I propelled on non-native soil,
It seemed so preposterously royal,

Still there, ah...

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Hear across my native soil,
The calling, 
Echoes ancient voices,
Raised in prayers ritual.
A forgotten people, leaving,
Their mark upon histories
Legacy.
Mysteries great questioning,
Lain outward for generations,
To wonder why?
Beneath the heavens vastness,
Behold gray monoliths reaching,
Upward.
In the circle of life...

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I didn’t know why on us the sky suddenly fell,
but in the deracinating storm  
we got uprooted from the native soil,
and wandered hapless anchorless,
like the floating driftwood,
until she found a distant alien land for...

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It was Clark Gable, who posed the question,
“Oh, Mr., Faulkner…do you write?”
Indeed, Mr. Gable, Faulkner wrote…
About that postage stamp of native soil
In many books and stories did his typewriter toil
regaling about that mythical place he...

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Last night, the doctor of my 
mind made a decision, 
To put my rage aside, to do a 
worthy commitment, 
You, the golden flower, 
blooming within my region, 
Love, one day, I promise, get you...

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Start All over Again (First in my poetic poem Civil War Series. Jim Horn)

Bodies, once with souls, we did carry,
From church to a country cemetery,
And new thought came to me again;
How many battles had they...

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Callused skin on my body
Ruptured by the cruel nature
Like a deserted and dry riverbed 
In a summer
Is the native soil, my Rolpa and Rukum
My mutilated soil 
Maimed by landmines 
This callus on my soil
Cannot be...

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The Big Apple awaits the arrival of hosts.
Some seeking more than their country boasts.
Arriving alone, maybe two or three,
oh, Lord bless the land of the free.

Raise her above the common prattle
of those who treat people...

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(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)

A Great Day For Freedom!

Kash is King
And the bells of freedom ring
- Ding dong the witch is dead -
And it’s not just a cyclical regime change
It’s the...

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There is something to it
That beneath the rubble our extinction
There could be gold,
But what tragic convulsion to reveal it;
What loss of better being:
The human spirit,
From the frazzled fuss to claim it.
Yet I wish you better
Like...

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Should Always Endeavor

Live on native soil which I would not spoil
And under it are resources of ore and oil
Improve environment should always endeavor
With vigilant ideas that are very clever.

Should enjoy doing exercise which is isometric
And...

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My beloved country,
In love,unity and luxury;
Radiantly shining in her livery nature,
Beautiful in style and rich in culture.

My dear motherland,
In love and unity band; 
I like to love you best,
All lifetime,till i'm laid to rest. 

If...

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My beloved country,
In love,unity and luxury.
Radiantly shining in her livery nature,
Beautiful in style and rich in culture.

My dear motherland,
In love and unity band 
I like to love you best,
All lifetime,till i'm laid to rest 

If...

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Concrete, steel, glass, and dust,
we watched three thousand die.
Then there was no longer trust,
only fear when we would fly.
 
Our cozy world gone in a flash.
We'd never be the same.
Routine flight to horrific crash.
A jihad...

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The tiny town 
is a happy town.

People living there
are joyful and content.

They flourish like a tree
planted in its native soil.

Children sing melodious songs
all day long.

No one ever toils
or breaks a sweat.

The people trust 
the tiny...

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Two sounds signal Sunday night – 
The “Sixty Minutes” ticks
Which lead into Bob Simon’s voice – 
My end-of-weekend fix.

He feels more like a friend to me
Than just a talking head.
I’ve followed all his stories
To wherever...

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