Best Columbian Poems
This very morning when I awoke, I thought someone had played a joke. I checked the pot, it was bone dry. I checked the pantry and started to cry - no coffee!
So, I got dressed for work...real slow. I had no drive, no pep, no go. I drove to work, barely awake - I wanted to stop but I was already late - no coffee!
I parked the car and walked inside, but when I heard the news I almost died. The vendor took the machine away, and it damned sure won't be back today - no coffee!
The boss said that we should not worry, he'd send for caffeine in a hurry. But when it arrived, in thermos bright, it seemed to lack the usual bite of coffee.
No Columbian or Kona blend, nor even French roast dwelt within. It was a mix, exotic flavors, that only yuppie scum could savor - not coffee!
A mocha-chino-berry stink that no one in that crowd would drink. That morning dragged incessantly, and no one acted pleasantly - no coffee!
When lunch time came we fled the scene of the luke-warm, slurpy, berry thing. We marched down to the restaurant and told the waitress, "All we want is coffee"!
By end of day no one was tired. The caffeine high had everyone wired. I've learned my lesson, oh so well, that without coffee life is hell. And I'm an addict, monster, fiend, and slave unto the coffee bean - yeah, coffee.
Categories:
columbian, humorous, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars
The cozy, round, garden table,
In that smoky Columbian cafe.
A time long ago, and far away.
Let’s go back in time, we’re able.
The dance floor, we happily purvey,
In this country, let us joyfully stay!
In our house, your head I will cradle.
Your Latin eyes, still make me sway.
I truly vow, with you, I will forever stay!
7/25/2024 poem 2
Categories:
columbian, beauty, husband, imagery, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
Brave Conquerors Of Weakened Tribes
They could never in any great haste
their false glory dare to forsake.
Why abandon that gleam in their eyes
for truth in those sad tomorrows?
Dwell not in that bitter splendor
A victor with a yellow wreath.
In pride hide being a lying pretender
never giving up what fate bequeath!
Restless spirits from vanquished foes
can not invade that haughty parade.
Brave conquerors of weakened tribes
living out a false, arrogant charade.
History now reveals the dishonor disguised.
And tales of false victories cleverly contrived!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2015
Note- http://www.iearn.org/hgp/aeti/aeti-1...americans.html
In the past, the main thrust of the Holocaust/Genocide Project's magazine, An End To Intolerance, has been the genocides that occurred in history and outside of the United States. Still, what we mustn't forget is that mass killing of Native Americans occurred in our own country. As a result, bigotry and racial discrimination still exist.
"In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue" . . . and made the first contact with the "Indians." For Native Americans, the world after 1492 would never be the same. This date marked the beginning of the long road of persecution and genocide of Native Americans, our indigenous people. Genocide was an important cause of the decline for many tribes.
"By conservative estimates, the population of the United states prior to European contact was greater than 12 million. Four centuries later, the count was reduced by 95% to 237 thousand.
In 1493, when Columbus returned to the Hispaniola, he quickly implemented policies of slavery and mass extermination of the Taino population of the Caribbean. Within three years, five million were dead. Las Casas, the primary historian of the Columbian era, writes of many accounts of the horrors that the Spanish colonists inflicted upon the indigenous population: hanging them en mass, hacking their children into pieces to be used as dog feed, and other horrid cruelties. The works of Las Casas are often omitted from popular American history books and courses because Columbus is considered a hero by many, even today.
Categories:
columbian, conflict, corruption, death, evil,
Form:
Sonnet
It's worth the trip-you know that's true.
So have yourself a piping brew.
A rich and pleasing Columbian treasure.
No other coffee can quite measure.
Sure, I'll have a donut or two.
Glazed or cream filled-either will do.
Yet it's the coffee I come here for.
One cup leaves me wanting more.
Trickles down my thirsty throat.
Hugs me like a comfy coat.
There's no other java quite as good.
Just my opinion-that's understood!
written by Deb Wilson
May 28th, 2015
Categories:
columbian, food, happy,
Form:
Couplet
From my alarm's first beckoning
until that first Venti Columbian at Starbuck's,
I knew the day could be filled with stress.
There was an endless Leadership Staff
meeting where Hanrahan imposed his
histrionic will on all the less gifted there.
Basically, everyone.
Hanrahan saw to it that leadership staff
only addressed 4 of the 13
items on the agenda.
Perhaps because the final 5 items
on that agenda had to do with
improprieties in Hanrahan's work group!
I survived the morning to woof down
a deli sandwich and another
Venti Columbian Starbuck's. (Two bad
accidents at intersections on
the way to the deli.) They skimped
on the spicy mayo! I ate it anyway,
hearing echoes of Hanrahan advising
everyone to watch the Democratic debate.
"We need Hillary or Bernie, people!"
And me, a registered Republican. I'd rather
visit those two in a federal lockup
than hurl watching them lie on CNN.
"About votes and legalizing 'hippy lettuce'
I surmised.
Returning to work I was summoned to
the HR office. "Could you and Brandt
help with Vista Team for a while?"
Hanrahan was being terminated as
we spoke. "Be glad to help with Vista
Team, folks. I might even watch the
Democratic debate tonight!"
Hanrahan will have plenty of time to.
If I had been a Liberal about them I could
have begged, "My kingdom for a Xanax."
But, I am saved. Brandt is heading to the
deli for a late lunch. I give him a sawbuck,
tell him to have a sandwich, and P_L_E_A_S_E,
bring a Venti Columbian Starbuck's, dark and rich.
Just another day in the trenches.
Categories:
columbian, stress,
Form:
Free verse
When I watch how you so gracefully move,
there are not enough words
to describe how I feel about you
This is just my unabridged heart speaking true
Adminiculate ...
Here is the evidence, the supporting proof:
after all these years, I'm even more in love with you
I love how you talk to me when you come home,
I love what you do to me when we're alone
Your skin tastes so good down to the bone
Bodice ...
You don't need anything to keep your waist tight,
you let it all hang out every night
You're the love of my life;
when I married you, I didn't think twice
Chavicha ...
Columbian woman, fought upstream to survive
You're feisty as salmon, my beautiful South American wife
Don't know what I'd do without you,
don't even wanna think about it
Just loving the fact that everyday next to me is where you sit
Xanthine ...
Our love can't be dissolved,
we always got closer after every problem we solved
You made my life so happy bright like yellow sunshine,
you sweet flower love of mine
Yuan ...
Ain't enough money in the world, my China doll,
that can buy your love away from me
You got everything I need
You never made my heart bleed;
never walked away, making me beg, baby please ... don't leave me
Zayat ...
Come, my love, and rest your heart in my heart
underneath the Burmese trees, cooled by the balmy breeze
And let me tell you the A, B, C's of what your love means to me
Come, my love, and rest your soul in my heart
beneath these aromatic trees, warmed by the summer breeze
And let me tell you the X, Y, Z's of what your love means to me
A love unabridged to my heart eternally
Categories:
columbian, feelings, i love you,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”
(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)
it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster
this ’74 green plymouth cruising machine blasting
spit fire and gasoline grenades into the LA sun
snaking it to venice on the santa monica freeway
passing pillsbury billboards and green verdigris
doors music playing loudly on the duster radio dial
taking us past the santa monica civic auditorium
our rock pleasure palace under the ocean stars
fronted by the six high dudes straight as spears—
pylons of steel drum solos and marijuana memories
standing upward like skinny giants waiting to eat
hippie dudes and the bongo kings stand out front
polka-dotted chicks smile and pass running joints
we’re riding the snake babe riding on main street
looking for the rock gods behind beaming glass walls
looking to hear boogie music with the mind jive girls
the van chicks craving a bong hit of columbian gold
looking to groove on organ sonics that weaken you
kidnap you with handcuffs for a ransom of lost time
now jim morrison shimmies into view with a beer
the boys play the end again in 1967 with amps blaring
the vox organ humming out electric mind lacerations
as Ray Manzarek sits upright again on the melting stage
dig it baby, dig it there are no tomorrows no endings
it’s just you and me baby snaking it to venice beach
passing the dream palaces lit up with phosphorescence
the sun pole-dancing there doing the cosmic bend-over
the ’74 duster blasting spitfire and gasoline grenades
Categories:
columbian, memory, music, youth,
Form:
Free verse
FIFA was run by crooks and became the mafia.
They selected the world cup hosts of Qatar and Russia,
but who was corrupt the most, South Africa?
All three countries never qualify but large quantities disguised
in paper envelopes allowed each one to catch the worlds eye.
As host South Korea played Italy and it cannot be denied
that during the match legal acts were wrongly disqualified.
Goals were disallowed and the flags were raised for offside,
I'm not an Italian but even I watched that match horrified!
England's Lampard scored and it was seen by the blind,
but no goal was given with the ball four foot behind the line.
Argentina's Maradona once scored a goal using his hand,
missed by the linesman but seen by thousands in the stands.
There was a disruption that occured with the Brazil squad
on the day of the final against the host nation France.
It doesn't require the intelligence or the wisdom of a God
to recognise France weren't crowned champions by chance.
The current hosts Russia have just beaten Spain,
but can I please ask for someone to explain,
why that clear penalty wasn't awarded
to the visitors in the dying minutes of the game?
A Columbian player headbutting while VAR review,
just a yellow card was given, this law must be new.
Every World Cup there appears a trail of clues
suggesting there's an influence that is out of view.
FIFA officials fixed competitions
and corrupted the beautiful game.
They did it continuously on repetition
until caught and put to shame.
Yet it feels corrupt just the same, I think it will not change while FIFA remains.
3/7/18
Categories:
columbian, football, soccer,
Form:
Rhyme
I
"Good morning. Jesus Loves You," I say
To passers by, with my calm shalom
I feel good, they feel good. But ought we?
Since Columbus sailed the Ocean blue ...
There's been a holocaust on the earth
The other one, against the environment
They can't stop it in the Amazon
So, why talk of the last Orangutans
In Indonesia, or Malaysia: old Batavia?
Yes, I am a pastor, and I love Jesus
(Which Jesus? you ask. That's the question)
II
After these post-Columbian centuries
India and China seem to have managed without Jesus
It irks me, that with so much clout, empires fail
To show the side of Jesus we see individually
The Samaritan woman at the well (John 4)
The blind beggar who never had eyes, until made for him
By Jesus outside the Temple (escaping stoning, yet healing)
Read it in John 9. Or the Love of the Father, Luke 15
The one Jesus revealed to us as "Abba." Why not these?
I heard Romans 3 (verse 23) and John 14: 6 aplenty
It sounded better in my private devotions
Shall I mention E. Stanley Jones, Christian ashram
(Not Christian Yoga). How to be a missionary
And tell them of Jesus. Just Jesus. Not the "civilized economy."
Categories:
columbian, angst, anxiety, bible, columbus
Form:
Alliteration
A model-actress from Columbia
Whose nice name is Vergara, Sofia
Always asks for coffee
On talk shows or any
I doubt if she has no insomnia.
April 24, 2022 9.22pm
PS Syllable counter: 10/10/6/6/10
TV Show: Modern Family with her role, Gloria, Ellen Talk-shows etc Also at. AGT
I cannot stop laughing while watching this woman on the shows.
On A Lim
Contest Judged: 4/30/2022 6:11:00 AM
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Place: 3
Categories:
columbian, addiction,
Form:
Limerick
too clever to sit on four legs
i lean back on the two
that teeter and teeter
as i tap on the keys
in the half fetal
legs bent at the knees
they teeter and teeter
i'd say sixty degrees
im tipping, im tapping
im typing the keys
'da ding' who just signed on?
oh her, it's her! it's her! oh geez
shock shifts my balance
legs lock at the knees
okay, okay, steady, steady
then! that box to the top of my screen
Foxygirl says: hey, how aren't you?
no, how are you? i mean
im taken back
wait no, im falling back
only thought: grab! GRAB!
i latch on to the table
on which the laptop sits
left of a hot coffee, i had only a sip
the table tries it's best at tug-o-war
but there's no turning back
im hitting the floor
i dont let go, until it's too late
that coffee i made? skipped a date with my mouth
for a brief patter at my chest and the rest to my lap
its over its over
another chance botched
there's brown on the carpet
and brown on my crotch
everything fell over
just as i ordered
and now my fly reaks
of a columbian odor
Categories:
columbian, computer-internet, funny, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Star lit skies down seventh ave.
you and I on the Centro cobblestones
dancing for the trolly strolling about
Ybor city cigars stained the air while
Columbian porcelan floors calls me
to perform merlot sends signals
down my spine this night is alive
simply waiting for daylight to arrive
Categories:
columbian, city, romance, wine,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The Banquet At Cajamarca, Atahualpa, Peru
Darkness reigned that day, its blades slashing
Blood flowed its red, death its might flashing
The holy enlightened, in their feasting elan'
Frenzied with greed murdered again and again
Massacre - born, demon-fed influence
Wherein greed met a savage confluence
No doubt that somewhere there was gleaming gold
And for that armored saviors, their souls sold!
Light and history records that foul deed
More the pity that they had massive greed
Kind that fears not, shedding innocent blood
And upon heathen ground cast a red flood
Dare one ask, where light, love and mercy fled
As that day even the stones flowed with red
No price too steep to reap golden treasure
Did it to such heroes it give pleasure!
In this savage world such was forgotten
No blame laid on those so truly rotten
Men of prowess, deepest faith and true hearts
Darkness of which greed's hands so oft imparts
They that murdered for gold and power
While feasting in their false golden towers
Shall not God's true judgment ever evade
For true justice demands a price be paid!
Darkness reigned that day, its blades slashing
Blood flowed its red, death its might flashing
The holy enlightened, in their feasting elan'
Frenzied with greed murdered again and again!
Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Rhyme
Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_events_named_massacres
November 16, 1532 Cajamarca, Atahualpa, Peru Cajamarca massacre ~2,000
The Battle of Cajamarca was the unexpected ambush and seizure of the Inca ruler Atahualpa by a small Spanish force led by Francisco Pizarro, on November 16, 1532. The Spanish killed thousands of Atahualpa's counsellors, commanders and unarmed attendants in the great plaza of Cajamarca, and caused his armed host outside the town to flee. The capture of Atahualpa marked the opening stage of the conquest of the pre-Columbian Inca civilization of Peru.
Categories:
columbian, art, history, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Under a corner street lamp,
she waits for her prince.
Another hobo in the gutter,
who's been drinking ever since.
Bandana wearing street gangs,
two-time peddling corner thugs.
Cocaine dreams of the seventies,
the columbian high roller's drugs.
Dames and broads none alike,
red lipstick moulin rouge types.
Fancy bar stools ran clockwork,
banners of stars and stripes.
Ed's grocery store closed down,
said the hoodlums made messes.
The forties tossed into history,
along with halter printed dresses.
Sinatra would steal the show,
old blue eyes cheek to cheek.
Musicians lose that tune affair,
like rowboats spring a leak.
That smell of fresh vinyl,
no sound could ever compare.
Americana slang of the century,
the cat's pajamas, unreal square.
Those days are long forgotten,
applied to that false automaton.
Who will be there in the end,
for all mankind to carry on?
Categories:
columbian,
Form:
Black Violets-n-Pink Roses, God revealed his self 2 me, somehow like he did Moses, like the Sun is to the Earth, I’m so important, sales from transported Columbian Cain, done provided me with a major fortune, dirty thoughts-n-desires, reading in between the lines of liars, exotic weed habits, murder for hire, up in Bentleys with panoramic views-n- bullet proof tires, told Donald Trump he F--king fired, 4 I’m Ancient Egypt King admired, scopes-n-beams AR 15, ATF, Nikon popping at my team, my lifestyle exquisite-n-extreme, for my name’s Nakym, 4 my name’s Nakym, 4 I bought the Devil’s wife soul with a gorgeous ass ruby pinky ring, the Devil blindfolded me so I couldn’t see what I once seen, vivid but more intricate than any dream, 4 God revealed his self 2 me, somehow like he did Moses, 4 my past life I chose it, blessed with a new life, so I wrote this, blessed with a new life so I wrote this, I love you Nakym, so change the world, as I wrote this, God spoke this.
Thank you
Categories:
columbian, change, future, god, life,
Form:
Free verse