Best Cabinet Poems
I speak to the skylights
of your tender soul
in formless forms
in eccentric accents
aching in aloneness...
when tragedies of footprints
remain a sculptured secret ~
like an untitled nightfall
dressed in denied definitions
avoiding the touch
of perception
for mindfulness mirrors
memories I hoard
within titanium trays
of masked melancholy…
but I long for you to wear
chronicles carved within
my cold conscience ~
a universe layered
with moulded memoirs
tell me how it feels
to be a beautiful burden
to the jinxed jewels
feasting upon
scrutinized skin of silence
skeletons of psyche ~
too complex
for concave light...
let me stay ~ stretched
in the still solitary sketch
of surrealism ...
I am not a vision
of gold and glitter
that wicked weavers
can materialize
but an unnamed sight ~
a breathing mystery
the eyes of unfelt dusk
fail to stroll through…
intoxicated on pain
~ an ecstasy etched through angst ~
to never be tamed
to never be told
The swollen eyes are from lack of sleep,
The shaking hands she hides.
She can't remember important dates
But oh, how she does try.
The hair that once was washed and curled
Has turned a dirty grey.
And if a friend came by for tea
That would truly ruin her day.
The headaches are more frequent now,
Her attention span has gone.
She used to speak of news events
And what the government did wrong.
It's called her medicine cabinet
And she checks it every day
In the corner of her basement
Where her hidden bottles lay.
Sometimes she feels so very ill
She decides to make that call,
But the line is always busy,
Into bed she trips and falls.
A new day finally does arrive,
Her routine is now a habit,
She walks slowly to the basement room
And sneaks a bottle from the cabinet.
Lynn Hanna Barany
Bonk
On head.
Raised too quick!.
Saw a bright star.!
Shock!
Wife
In tears
Laughing hard
Because of look!
CUTE!
Me
In pain
Tears in eyes.
Wanting to cry!
Cuss!!!!
(Note: CUTE is supposed to be sarcastic!! This happened last week...10/07/09 And I
didn't "cuss" LOL Most everyone's been there!!!!!!!
Queen Hillary's election to the presidency seems a foregone conclusion,
Brought about by back-room deals, magical tricks and considerable illusion.
I thought I'd offer suggestions for her cabinet officers (as if she cared),
To surround herself with top-notch people so that she is fully prepared.
Jane Fonda, who loves the military, I'd suggest for Secretary of Defense.
Tax evader 'Rev' Al Sharpton, as head of the IRS would make a lot of sense.
The Department of Labor needs a person who is considered top-drawer;
The only guy who I can think of for that job is super-patriot Michael Moore.
The Education Department could be offered to Jesse Jackson, the 'preacher',
And from that bully-pulpit expound his inane babble to every teacher.
Pelosi for Department of Transportation since she knows her way around.
She's adept at using government planes for junkets for which she's renowned.
The inventor of the internet, Al Gore, would qualify for Secretary of Interior.
He could rant and rave about melting ice, a topic about which he feels superior.
How about Barbra Streisand for the important job as Secretary of State.
(She'd outshine Hillary from all her antics we've learned about of late.)
Former Congressman Anthony Weiner might possibly serve on her staff,
But I'll leave his job for Hillary to name -I want no part of that gaffe!
There must be something for Bubba Billary to do, her ever-faithful spouse;
Ah! I know! He could 'manage' young female interns working at the House!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Another season nears its end
closing the doors on the dreams we played pretend
in the days we hoped would never end;
a place where times are unchanged secure in their shells,
endeared moments regained within a magic spell
of holidays and holydays renamed, long memory held;
the antique reservoir of child and adult things
knickknack recalls of earlier life scenes,
glass framed doors in their revealed etchings
the items of fading Christmas collections
angels, shepherd, manger scene recollections
when moments are shared with love and perfection.
Close the doors, clean the glass, dust the trinkets off
the memories are stored that ever hide beneath the coif
hold them close, embrace them within your heart soft,
the season closes in on the once opened doors
and suddenly within the somber quiet
Christmas is hidden behind the curio doors.
surfaces
hand-planed and
dovetail-joined …
with deft hand
he pets his
creation
uttering
craftsmanship
ain't dead yet.
January 27, 2023
Tricube Poetry Contest
Sara Kendrick, Sponsor
R is for the repeated distortions of facts,
A for press articles written with hacks,
M for the emphasis placed on survival,
P for the piss taken out of your rival.
A for analogies that never convince,
N for false narratives making us wince,
T for traditional values cast-off
That cause umpteen scholars and clergy to scoff.
L is for lovers whom I dream of all night,
E for electric bills high as a kite,
T for temptations I can’t keep at bay,
H for Matt Hancock - please God stay away!
A is for the **** he fondled intensely,
R for resigning - we respect that immensely,
G is for the government of which he was part, and
Y for the yes-men aboard that rotting cart.
"We need to cut the budget" the Treasury Minister said
"To try to get back in the black we’re deeply in the red
Our creditors are losing faith we’re getting near our limit
Gordon said he’d saved the world, I think he’s dropped us in it
Hang on a m’o before we go lets speak to Work and Pensions
Or better still the Bond Market to find out their intentions
The economy is shrinking , the pounds begun to drop
This will up the anti on the credit default swaps
The interest we are paying now is going through the roof
There’s really no way out of it we’ve got to tell the truth
We’ll slash all public spending, that’ll do for starters
If not, no doubt the IMF will have our guts for garters
Lots of folk will lose their jobs, that really is a shame".
"I know it is" the PM said "And we will get the blame.
I know things will be difficult but people should be told
it was Balls, Brown and Milliband who gave away our gold.
Those three and Darling made this mess and got us in this plight
Now we’ll be sacking thousands just to try to put it right
and honest men will lose their jobs and that sticks in my throat
Brown even signed the Treaty without giving us the vote.
They try to blame this on the Yanks for letting Lehmans fall
But that’s a lie they took their eye completely off the ball.
They never made an effort to control the greedy banks
When they tried for re-election the electorate said "No thanks"
Their short sighted ignorance has brought us to our knees
The entire nation now is set to feel the squeeze
They are in denial of the nations cash position
Once the cuts all start to bite they’ll blame the coalition"
I Give Up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everyone Educate Horn Limerick
Trump is not keen on making points;
Himself always awards and also anoints;
Nothing ever does he clearly explain;
Drives us insane when he does complain;
Can you imagine cabinet he appoints.
Can't wait to see them on Saturday Night Live;
Will laugh so much and hope we can survive.
Jim Horn
Donald (Me-the-People) Trump’s inaugural Cabinet briefing :
You know what the problem with the poor is ? Of course you do. They don’t own anything. Well, we’re all billionaires here, except a brace or two of generals, and we do own something. But you know what ? We’re in power, but it’s power without ownership. That’s one of the things I’m going to change while I make America great again. That’s why all the people in my government who really count are billionaires.
I put it this way : if we’re all worth a billion now, we need to be worth at least 100bn each before November 2020. I know you will agree now, as I know that from now on you will always agree with everything I say.
Now, I am not a socialist. You are not surprised to hear that, of course. In fact, I don’t think there is anyone who thinks I am a socialist, so let me say it again : I am not a socialist. You wanna find socialists ? Just look at all those media people, especially journalists – socialists every one of them. I hate them. I expect you all to hate them too, and never never speak to a journalist. Is that clear. That’s one of the ways we’re gonna make America great again.
But there is one thing I will say for socialist rulers, in places like Cuba, Venezuela, China, Soviet Russia ….They know a thing or two about the importance of ownership. In fact, the ruling clan owns everything. The rest of the people own nothing, not if the governments are real socialists.
So, if anyone notices, if anyone dares to say out loud, that we the people, that is to say the people now sitting in this room, are getting richer very fast, just tell all the …. excuse me, the word I had in mind is best left for the bedroom…. all those goddamn awful socialists out there, that we’re doing what good socialists everywhere always do (And by the way, we don’t want any trouble from the generals, so remember to cut them in). That should shut them up.
*Image of Waterford Curio by Houzz.
Cup in the Curio Cabinet
An empty cup daintily accompanies
an assemblage of finery,
from old-world porcelains crafted
against Dutch Boy bluings,
bone China platters painted in
Eastern mystique watercolors,
cozy teapot, sugarbowl, and
creamer set in English rosewood,
a stage concerning crystal
stems elegant Irish sultry charms,
anticipation ...
what season be?
what hour is it now?
what satisfies this void?
2021 August 04
*4th Place*
Imagism
~~Emile Pinet: Judged 2021 September 01
Flayed inside his shadow box.
A permanent collection.
Years lost under glass.
History anchors hate and trinket.
He crafted this cabinet.
Polished the locks.
The tours are all guided.
And he leads every step.
To the left: heart on shelf.
To the right: fist just in case.
His exhibitions never open.
His artefacts are never viewed.
A relic in love’s wreckage.
Sorry, forever sorry.
Read the sign: Stand behind the line.
Don’t touch the display.
The cabinet’s filling
With nothing that’s healthy,
All lacking in judgment
But goodness – they’re wealthy!
Yet just like my kitchen
There’s one thing that’s great –
They all will get tossed
On their “Best Used By” date!
Keep God in mind when you look within
for answers to self
Everything you need to know is inside the
cabinets of your soul
The pantry is full of soul food waiting to be
taken from the shelf
Compartmentalized pieces of information
ready to be consumed whole
It's hard to process everything contained
in these rooms
You can't digest the contents if they haven't
been chewed
School is in session and your appetite for
knowledge is understandable
We feed on each other in this universal college
of cannibals
Still starving for understanding while eating
the meat only to spit the bones
Trying to find our way home while still sleeping
in our own beds
Lost in our own head in a glass house throwing
stones
David Cameron
Skull you could hammer on
Back from the Lords as Home Sec
Shows the UK has just gone to heck.