Best Abided Poems
As Mayor Tom often says when he's off on one of his escapades...
"Greetings" this time from Milton Creek! It seems like decades
since we've shared the latest news about what's been goin' on.
The law is still being abided here. For that, we thank Judge Horne.
Sheriff Mark is still away on a secretive meeting about a commission.
Guess, it's not so secretive since I just mentioned it in my admission.
The town is safe in the capable hands of Daniel Rodgers for a while,
and deputies Terry, Duke and Mike are always lookin' out for the vile.
It's been mighty tranquil here in Milton Creek and surrounding towns
since the hombres and rustlers are gone, there are no worried frowns.
The law here never lets down its guard against the evil doers of crime,
so, we're enjoying the pleasant atmosphere; a long-awaited peacetime.
Telegraph agent, Jerry sent word that soon we'll be hosting a rodeo.
It promises to be an exciting event for everyone... a big western show.
There's a list of events, and I hope each category will fill with names...
Calf ropin' and barrel racin' will take place with lots of other games.
I've noticed Jan and Tania have both signed up for a few of the events,
Ranger David will ride broncs and bulls, so will several other residents.
Deb said she would, too, although it's a decision she might regret.
Constance will be checking out the animals since she's our new vet.
There's still two months before the first rodeo opens in the Creek.
I'm adding a new wing of rooms to Aces Hotel; a few will be a bit chic.
We're hopin' to draw in nice folk who might settle down from afar
and bring in revenue for the Manx when they belly up to the bar!
Anne-Lise will perform trick riding to begin the rodeo celebration.
It'll be a week-long event, so we're extending this as an invitation...
Come to Milton Creek for drinks and eats... steaks and whoopie pies!
and bring your competitive spirit if you're aimin' to win a rodeo prize.
Preacher Paul Nederlof will be here to pray that everyone stays safe.
Cowboys and cowgirls, strap on your chaps so your legs don't chafe.
Guns will be collected by deputies when newbies ride into Milton Creek
cuz we don't take kindly to black hat gangs. It's peace here that we seek.
China laws philosophy…
Evil guts explained for evil moods. Much and more are tyrant wills. Easy bounces are Taiwan ways and wills. Taiwan peoples favored are peace. Muster one and gather all would be Taiwan forces.
Mutate life is times that changes. Solid laws are names that rules. Make our best efforts to build a better state.
Come expository teaching all may calm as laws.
China violent all are leader hearts. Fierce and cruel run the bloody worlds. Poses of Maoism get to lie to Marxism means. Equal laws should previous and pioneers all for china peoples. Powers must to you and toward U.S.D (humble workers).
Speak so stern and means to kill or oppressed some noble hearts that fight against commie by thoughts and speech. All enforced are martial laws are evil wills. So retained the truths our peoples need the rights. Cast our lights are better ways. China ways and laws are strict but wrong.
Literary persecutions all are china tyrant sins. China laws cohere needs are must for human rights.
COHERENTISM ways have cohered principals rater than abrupt china laws. MATERIALISM functions are central nervous. Most of all for peoples feels must be good. That is ways to china peoples. States are for peoples and with peoples and to peoples. Strongest laws should all with rations best to all. Rational psychology needs our views of breadth. Empirical says or rationalism both is rights. Laws and ways are both are forms reformed.
All our worlds may test by senses.
All our laws may call by cohered reasons that good to country peoples that come to best of earth. Natural laws have natural lights. Social treaties all are need abided.
Materialism equates our worlds of things and stuffs.
Who is who as only ideas? What is what as only ways?
However laws and matters all must exists even we are finished.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-----------
There abided an old dude in Dunkirk
Who was a deacon in the parish kirk
He cast his lecherous eyes
On ladies' keisters and thighs
He was renowned about town for this quirk
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Honorable Mention Deborah Guzzi's "There Once Was A Man From Dunkirk" Contest
January 2011
When I first saw that smile on your face,
My heart felt a new start about to take place,
She made me wonder; Will she fill that empty space?
I'm pretty sure! I won't be deluded,
...But I was mistaken, it got as it always ended,
I admit liking the person you abided;
But it's nothing compared to my love's intensity.
One day, you'll reach your potential's ability,
That I clearly see in you personality.
For you, time may be a complication,
But for me it's just the solution.
So use it wisely for your conclusion.
Home Sweet Home
Everyone should have
a home to love
a place so safe
morning mist, blankets thick
When we wander out
in the world today
as visitors, manners politely abided by
never moaning insults loudly cried
If you wish to cajole
and complain
lets send you off to bistro stars
on the very next star-ship plane
travelers should always smile
treading softy on Persian carpet
quiet is
the voice that observes new ways
thus deceit discarded, buried
You had one glaring chance
But only to take an early shower
When you became the pitch rascal
And sent off for a poor tackle
Your opponent went down hard
It wasn't a deliberate challenge
You were down and dejected
In despair, shocked and ejected
You didn't play to the rules
You grazed a player in the box
Who faked and dived at a crucial moment
Making you run to head-butt an opponent
You’d to feel the rough edges of things
This habit has gone on far too long
Never abided by life's game of chance
A victim of life circumstance
I saw your coach by the touchline
Cheering and clapping for you
Praying like He always did
You weren't really a dirty kid
He always gave you another chance
Yet you didn't play to His rules
So when you arrived at heaven's yard
You were shown the Eternal Red Card
I'm a prehistoric dinosaur
And I lived millions of years before,
God created man,
By ongoing plan.
I was destroyed by a meteor.
They lived long ago when the world was young
and in peace and plenty abided.
Some roamed the land dressed up in fur.
Hard armor for some was provided.
They did not ask from where they came
nor question the where of their going,
They were quite contented with their lot
and had no need of knowing.
The meat eaters didn’t waste their food,
they killed only what they could eat.
They lived by God given instinct,
with no lying and no deceit.
It went on like this for eons,
God created and then refined.
He wanted to populate the Earth
with these beings of every kind.
It was after He created Man
from a handful of dry sod
that sin descended on the Earth.
Man broke the laws of God.
Given free will, Man took the reins
and traversed the whole of Earth.
And that is how Sin came to be
given unholy birth.
dinosaurs vanish
replaced by man…
sin enters
By: Joyce Johnson 3/17/12 Limerick---old poem---haiku Won a 3rd
For pd's Dinosaur lLQuestcontest
WORLDS AND WORLDS OF TIME AGO AND BEFORE
IN EONS AND EONS OF MOMENTS OF LIVES
HAVE INHABITED, ON AND IN WORLDS OF WORLDS AROUND,
RESIDED IN WORLDS OF SEAS IN EMBRYONIC STATE
COMPLETED AND VIED WITH CRUSTACEOUS OBSCURITIES
DID DINE AND WAS CONSUMED IN BONELESS APPETITIVE ZEST
ROMPED AND CAJOLED AT PALAELITHICAL STAGES
ABIDED WITH THE GODS IN SPACES OF YORE
AND SOARED AS ETHEREAL BEING'S WITH WINGS OF ETHER
DONNED SUITS OF ROBOTIC CLOAKS OF ARMOUR
SURVIVED ELECTRICAL BARRAGES OF PERSECUTING CONTROL
DELVED IN SUBTERRANEAN HEWED CAVERNOUS CHAMBERS
AS ASTUTE EGOISTICAL TERRIFIED SCIOPHOBICAL MORTALS
TRUDGED VAST GLACIAL AND TURBULENT TORRID MORIBUND PLACES
COPULATED WITH ABORIGINAL NATURED SOULS
ROMPED WITH FREE ABANDON O'ER ALPINE HEIGHTS
THOUGHT POSTULATED, THOUGHT MADE ALL POSSIBLE
LONG BEFORE THIS WORLD WAS CREATED, I WAS.
Urban Lengend
His name is only whispered, his face is hardly seen
A legend to everyone that grew up on these streets
Some called him a vigilante, some called him a Saint
He carried out justice using his enemies blood as paint
He had his code of conduct that most men abided by
And if you chose to break it then you just chose to die
Walking alone in the shadows searching for those who dared
His loneliness so apparent but his thoughts went unshared
His true name never known, everyone just called him The Clover
He made the streets of Boston safe before the night was over
Safe from the violence of murderers, thugs, and all the creeps
He made it so all the children weren't too scared to fall asleep
Police were always asking where can this Mr. Clover be found
They received only silence for no one dared mutter a sound
Many years have past since The Clover has been seen around
His memory lives in stories still whispered throughout Bean Town
04/28/17
written for poetry contest: Urban Legend
No meaning
No strife,
Yesterday's love has died.
The sea reflects her mood
The crumpled shore has sighed.
And so it seems
The game is done;
The rules no longer matter.
Boundaries abided by entities,
Have gone to roses and dust.
Sorta reminded me of Salem Witch Trials I've read about in the past
Similarly, in this case people could point and say: "They are in love" and they would
most certainly be given a hornets blast. Oh they would not cut off the lovers heads
as t'was in days of yore. Then they just pointed at you and said: "She's a witch"
and then cut off their heads to keep from being a bore. Most popular was to burn them
tied to a stake so they could hear the loud fires roar. And was by far the most likely
way to do it, untill their came a day when the people saw right through it.
But then little is known about this I want to tell you to hold on to your seats. Here
is one of the worlds most cruel and remarkable feats.
40 Hornets was all it took from their most powerful venom to work
They would just net them over the heads and let them do the 40 jerk
That method did not get put down as part of mans cruel punishment as of yet
But I don't think it's on the books or against the law to hire 40 Hornets I would bet
But love conquers all it hs long ago been decided
Though love can be a Hornets nest if love is not abided
By the way, this is not a true story. So hope you don't feel the sting of it too badly
It is just a wonder that it did not happen as some other things have all so sadly
Love to all
The midday dazzle lays off by the maiden daytime
A solstice ray parades over my eventide jollity
The solitary hour bosomed by the bambini’s elfish prime
An ecstatic hour greeted my heartfelt puerility
The infrasonic twittery of birds melded by the sundown cosmic time
A gentle breeze solemnly pass by my stargaze eternity.
The daylight soulfully sonneted by the sunset bliss
An allayed euphony coupled my awaited sapidity
The blessed souls savored by the moonlit soul kiss
A wishful rhyme pulsed my heart with chastity
The shadow of fantasm abided by the solely muss
A blended mind’s eye captured my evening salsa verity.
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Melded with raindrops -
the juiceless earth fruited lusciously
and the roaring lightning pops -
the vehement clouds sparked abundantly.
From time of summer -
for the juvenility they long expected
over the awash field they bopped over -
alike the sweetness of wintry roses, the zestful aroma contrasted.
Here and there the lively music got wind of bongs -
when the rain waved by the wind so heavily
the splashy whispery voice sung like yuletide carols -
with roasted chicken along with champagne, savored blithely.
All of a sudden the sun peeped out in between,
reckoned alike to chance once upon the Kris-Kringle's camion
Over the sky it arced with orange violet yellow blue red indigo green,
glowed as if presents wrapped along with gleeful horizon.
The sky that outraged fell out the factual consequences,
Around the globe masses fantasied the season to be resurgence
Palsy-walsy rain was alike the snow flurry occurrences,
Jejune July was abided by the Holy Christ's renascence.
Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers to my lips
and feel their pulse ... warm, palpable and slow ...
once slow to match this reckless spark in me,
this moon in ceaseless orbit I became,
compelled by wilder gravity to flee
night’s universe of suns, for one pale flame ...
for one pale flame that seemed to signify
the Zodiac of all, the meaning of
Love’s wandering flight past Neptune. Now to lie
in dawning recognition is enough ...
enough each night to bask in you, to know
the face of love ... eyes closed ... its afterglow.
The Insurrection of Sighs
by Michael R. Burch
She was my Shiloh, my Gethsemane;
she nestled my head to her breast
and breathed upon my insensate lips
the fierce benedictions of her ubiquitous sighs,
the veiled allegations of her disconsolate tears . . .
Many years I abided the agile assaults of her flesh . . .
She loved me the most when I was most sorely pressed;
she undressed with delight for her ministrations
when all I needed was a good night’s rest . . .
She anointed my lips with her soft lips’ dews;
the insurrection of sighs left me fallen, distressed, at her elegant heel.
I felt the hard iron, the cold steel, in her words and I knew:
the terrible arrow showed through my conscripted flesh.
The sun in retreat left her victor and all was Night.
The last peal of surrender went sinking and dying—unheard.
Star Crossed
by Michael R. Burch
Remember—
night is not like day;
the stars are closer than they seem ...
now, bending near, they seem to say
the morning sun was merely a dream
ember.
The State of the Art (?)
by Michael R. Burch
Has rhyme lost all its reason
and rhythm, renascence?
Are sonnets out of season
and poems but poor pretense?
Are poets lacking fire,
their words too trite and forced?
What happened to desire?
Has passion been coerced?
Shall poetry fade slowly,
like Latin, to past tense?
Are the bards too high and holy,
or their readers merely dense?
Did you ever go to a Theatre and see a double feature?
One sight an auditorium to see maybe a western and a horrible creature.
We all at one time or another have been to one these I’m sure.
Last time I went it was a mystery and another about a doctor and his cure.
Bear with me I’ll explain we as carnal men are in the end of the second feature.
The first movie if you will was the Exodus, freedom for all men God’s creatures.
A gift given to God’s chosen people a gift to cherish and nurture.
Living simply, the children of Israel had at that point a bright loving future.
Here came the first stumbling block, the evil one, the master deceiver arrives amongst men.
He tricks men to make false idols, revel and play, they transgressed and here desolation begins.
Satan has come to earth amongst men so his first feature is accomplished and hence the second one has come.
The here and now, famine, pestilence, greed, vanity, all the killings with their bombs.
Our Father knows all he explains and tells all’ “Us” to be vigil, watch for His return, Here His call’
Yet we fail as carnal men to hear it we ignore the Holy Bible, the spiritual way to all.
We as men have never abided by the first commandment.
“Thou shall not kill’” so now the Lord is showing heavenly signs, He tells “Us” He’s angry and adamant.
So now the second show is upon “Us” man knows the devil is amongst man, He’s alive and well.
His time is short so out of fury He’s going to make this tribulation happen, a true living hell.
God our Father knows this; He always has and through Love He gives
“Us” the Holy Bible.
All God asks of “Us” is to have faith in Jesus, have a spiritual love.
A perfect Lord showing His compassion, His spiritual dove.
Understanding in the beginning it was the “Word”.
The ending is proclaimed in Doctrine, so the second feature will end with peace, love, harmony, all because God does love carnal man, sending Jesus His Son our Lord.