"horne" poems
~ dad said she'd be famous ~
*"...a doctor
or diva
like lena horne,"* he said
he'd been doing odd day jobs
and driving cabs deep into the night
through these mean city streets
since ella's debut
at the apollo
and his smile
grew wider than
jackie o's
reservoir in central park
when this bouncing baby girl
made her grand debut
into his world
the dimples on her
cherub caramel cheeks
were irresistibly pinchable
and those twinkling eyes
knew she'd be spoiled infinitely
like a fruit-fly in a box
of rotten apples
~ reality check ~
....if you look closely
you might still see one dimple;
but the twinkles departed
back in '75
....and the burns
on her fingertips
and blistered lips
....and the bones....
jutting like the bones
of refugees and anorexics
....missing flesh
...and the tracks
on her forearms
and filthy jeans
.....and the eyes....
shifting like the eyes
of senators and thieves
....telling lies
.....and the rotting corpse
in a black garbage bag
in fresh kills
multiple choices removed
from the doctor
and diva of daddy's dreams
hijacked by dream-killers:
*smack
crack
and addiction*
~ P (Pablo)
(8/1/2013)
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
In laws like you are hard to find.
Fun and thoughtful and ever so kind.
To be a Horne means the world to me.
Part of the family, the best place to be.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
A girl was born in Bed–Stuy, Brooklyn on the 30th of June to a family of influence and wealth descending from the very man John C. Calhoun, himself
Lena Horne was a beautiful woman and soul; diversity radiated from her very essence from her spirit itself
Her racial heritage was a mix of African American, Native American, and European descent - family pride and honor came with her family name as the Horne was one of the First Families of Brooklyn
As raised and nurtured in a cosmopolitan sense, she was more than a pretty face and lovely name
The chanteuress was also a civil rights activist who fought for the rights of others, she denounced racism and fought injustice which unfortunately still exists
An epitome of style, elegance, and grace whose charms, bravery, and charisma will never be forgotten; she left an indelible mark in history
Known for her commanding presence, subtle dignity, and strength - she was a powerhouse in her own right
She graced this world with pride and strength; a rare soul and beautiful heart
May her legacy forever shine, cherish, and protect the future generations to follow
She will never be forgotten and always a light for coming tomorrows
Rest in Peace
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
i
I have always loved you.
You're my best friend you big beautiful idiot, what do you expect?
ii
You remind of words written on fog on a mirror. You can be beautiful and ugly but you will always be fleeting.
You told me that i remind you of corn flowers,
and I never really told you much.
iii
You are forgiven and I hope you are well.
iv
You came into my life at a weird time and I came into yours at an even weirder time.
We're both actors, so we were pretty good at pretending.
v
I kissed you when I shouldn't have and your mother disapproved. We've both grown so much and I love you exponentially.
You're a combination of Audrey Horne,
and a desert flower
and I wanted to kiss you so bad by the creek last week but perhaps your mother would still disapprove.
vi
You were my green hair muse,
I have so much to say about you
and I'm embarrassed to say I miss you.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
Rosa, some heroes doesn't know hen they will becomes one.
Malcolm, just by knowledge and wisdom you provoke others to think.
Martin, simply by concentration you contributed to changing a nation.
Charles Drew, some still within the medical profession to this very day owes you.
Dinah Washington, what a difference a day makes? When you left a trailblazing path behind.
The Ink Spots, long before others became vocally known.
You once ruled that throne.
Leona Horne, Dorthy Dandridge, Ruth Brown you left a massive history.
When you go ahead and plant your heart upon your goal.
God let's your greatness just flow.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
A star you were,
A star you are,
A star you shall always be,
Forever in eternity.
I got to know you,
Know you true,
Accept the good with the bad,
Because that was you.
Forever a piece of you shall remain with me, because you were my Grandmother and shall always be.
(Dedicated to Star Horne)
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
Whoe'ver the still examines, must define
The wond'rous shifts of the immortal Time;
To kindly witness, the graybeard's silent gaze
From youth to age, from guidebook to learned ways.
Divided only by the fixed life stage,
The youth consults, and the elderly explain.
Slow the transition when the hours date,
From mighty Boy's knees to old aching gait.
While for the Old Man's loss the Young Boy gains,
Old Men comfort and Young Boys wisdom attains.
Here Boy listens to the old learned ways,
There in silent gaze wistful hungry boyhood stays.
Mem'ries and rememb'ring give time for time,
And young knees below, and old above climb.
While simple youngster shake the leg of old,
Experienced veteran like prophet hold,
Eager minds and submission mix their servile roles,
Lads and Late in waiting for their parole.
Smiles and sighs, proverbs and plays life abound,
And form a life-cycle that goes round and round.
Nov 23, 2021
Nov 23, 2021 at 4:50 PM UTC
Zen is just zoned
Without the OD
And you're just a **
When you're missing ME
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC