And The Horn Blows Once More

And The Horn Blows Once More

A Poem by Chris Taylor

And The Horn Blows Once More

a poem by Chris T.



I fill my lungs with air to toot my horn

Blow and inhale in my bravado

Calling forth what once was born

Like some aging latin desperado

And the horn blows once more


The plumage is brilliant and full of color

For my palate never lacks skill

As beautiful as a crisp new dollar

Hoping to give someone a thrill

And the horn blows once more


Do not try to play my tune

For the nuance you will lack

One cannot outshine the moon

Or make its brilliance slack

And the horn blows once more


I will not wait for praise in earnest

For my patience treads on thin ice

My pomposity burns as a furnace

With an arrogance not so nice

And the horn blows once more


Armstrong’s cheeks were not as full

For mine emits that crowing sound

My trumpet stops the charging bull

Silencing the howling hound

And the horn blows once more


For no one can hear the voice of friends

Or the counsel of wise men

Never knowing how far grace extends

For the tune has outplayed the pen

And the horn blows once more

© 2011 Chris Taylor

Author's Note

Chris Taylor
Sometimes when the Lord convicts he does so completely. The last couple of weeks the Lord has been working on my humility, or sometimes, lack of it. I have repented and I feel I am on a better, more modest path. In dealing with myself, I wanted to write a piece about the futility of my braggadocio. I hope it speaks to someone who needs to put down their shiny banner and take up God’s humble spirit. Here is my poem. Enjoy

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I love the rhyme and flow of this piece. Well done! Keep on penning.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Thank you for sharing, Chris!

Posted 12 Years Ago

A true masterpiece :-)

Posted 12 Years Ago

I understand lessons in humility. I liked the way you ended each phrase with the same sentence. Nice effect. I can see how much you want to help others through your writing. Nice work.

Posted 12 Years Ago

I absolutely love it!!!
'nough said:)

Posted 12 Years Ago

hey poem is just too good

Posted 12 Years Ago

Wow Chris another brilliant poem! This is wonderful in everyway. The flow is amazing and love how you repeated the last lines. This has such a wondeful message for all of us. This is a great way to remind us too. Loved it!!

Posted 12 Years Ago

Very interesting poem... It has nice flow and imagery

Posted 12 Years Ago

You really brought out the pleasures of trumpet playing!

As usual, the rhyming scheme is excellent.

Posted 12 Years Ago

I fully enjoyed both the poem and your authors note! Many times I know for myself as a follower of Christ, I have had the tendency to forget that his lesson, season if you will, that I am in its for me. I have gone to both extremes, the extreme of not remembering that His trials and lessons are personal and for me, and the extreme of not sharing what God and only He has brought me thorough. We are all a work in progress, and this was a truly humbling piece. Well said.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on September 6, 2011
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Chris Taylor
Chris Taylor

Sioux Falls, SD

I am a writer, poet, musician of 30 years, husband, father and follower of the Most High God. I try to let my writing point the way back to a relationship with Jesus. When I am not writing I am probab.. more..


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