Best Flint Poems
My parrots name was Captain Flint,
Boy that bird could swear.
I never invited visitors,
So blue was the air.
He'd squawk "pretty effing polly"
Or "give us a cracker you t##t"
I'd never heard such swearing,
I never taught him that.
I bought him off a sailor
Who was heading back to sea,
He said to me, "you'll love him
He's such good company."
And what he said was right
He entertained, it's true.
I said "who's a pretty boy then"
He squawked, " well not effing you !"
The profanities just got too much,
I sold him, with regret.
But the house seems so quiet now,
Without my 'effing' pet !
Ground seepage
A small start mere drainage
Grows to a mighty river rushing
Flowing some three-hundred-fourty-four miles a rushing
From Atlanta to the Gulf beauty accenting
Through ragged Spewell Bluff it slithers
Filled with fresh rain water
Flint River
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Choose Your Favorite Body Of Water
Written: June 12, 2014
Grab the dark side by the waist
plant a kiss on its dead black lips
sow the light into the darkest soil
toss the halo and the horn
into the fiery pond of mind
when truth makes love to lie
set goals-come up just shy
intoxicate on the defeat
tap dance -flint heeled
on gasoline streets
breathe in the smoke
of the death of hope
savor the dew drops
of brief victory
then collapse
finds a piece of flint
sits chipping away at it
such concentration
proudly holds his arrow head
dreams of being a hunter
(a stone age boy)
Jack Horne
Cherished Moments Locked In Like Flint
You were my first cup of wine with a kick
As we sat there watching a horror flick
O' but were you not a beautiful sight
And I, wild young I, so lucky that night
Cherished moments locked in like flint
What a world I found, I had not a hint!
Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.
I loved you then and yet do today
I remember all, tho' now old and gray
Thrill of seeing your glamorous long legs
Curves that could make any guy up and beg
Cherished moments locked in like flint
What a world I found, I had not a hint!
Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.
Promise, tonight you will be in my dreams
You with that smile those bluest eyes that gleam
And delicious taste of your hot, hot kiss
For all of the world's gold, I would not miss
Cherished moments locked in like flint
What a world I found, I had not a hint!
Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2021
Romanticism
Note:
Such was not a dream, although was so very long ago
that quite often it seems that it was. Young and reckless
I let that treasure slip away. Perhaps for the best, as I was
wild, wild and out for more and more treasure! Youth
its greatest and often its saddest commodity is its abject
and pitiful blindness…..
Each night lurid visions danced before me in the dark
staring with eyes of an eagle, sharp beak of a hawk.
I woke, and in the mirror, my face was white as chalk,
screaming with the brazen voice of a raven's squawk.
It seems I'd been struck with some cursed malediction.
That's what a shrink said, "It's an abnormal infliction.
I'd like to observe you for a time, under constriction
and also suggest you might pray for a benediction."
Did he believe I was sick enough for extreme unction?
Or standing at the crossroad of a mental malfunction?
Anger was building, and I had the wild compunction
to run away before he ordered a restraining injunction.
He ran after me shouting, "I'm afraid you're delirious!"
I laughed out loud and shouted back, "Are you serious?
You won't lock me up! Stop acting so damned imperious."
Then voices started whispering. It was quite mysterious.
DELIRIOUS? NO, NOT ME!!!
Go away and let me be!
I heard them rant all day and night, in shadowed halls,
snarling voices calling my name from within the walls.
In dreams they cried out for me in deep guttural calls
I cowered in a corner each time I heard their footfalls.
What trick were they using to infuse me with insanity?
They moved much too close, robbing me of my vanity
I cursed them with vile words of unleashed profanity
then thought, is this a case of psychotic inhumanity?
Anger became the flint to ignite the flames of my fire
Each whisper became a thorn, condemning me a liar.
On and on they chanted, like evil demons in a choir
as the walls of my deep abyss rose higher and higher.
The beasts never tear my flesh; they claw at my soul.
I'm suffering with emotional stress and losing control.
There's no virtue left inside of me that I can still extol.
I'm being swallowed into cryptic depths of a sinkhole.
DELIRIOUS? Is it possible I may be?
Fiendish laughter vexes me.
August 9th, 2020
N-A Rerun 10 Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Original Post Date: July 24th, 2020
Written for the Delirium Contest
Rose sunset on the Flint
Rose glowing through dark trees
What a beautiful sight
To set my mind at ease
The sunset in the west
Cast rose on the water
This winter sunset best
Since dining with lover
Looking to the east now
At the close of the day
There rose a golden moon
To guide us rest of way
To just sit and absorb
The glow of rose on Flint
But glow is only reminisce
Of God's accomplishment
On the left was sunset
To the right the moon rose
At same time too beauties
Awe inspired by God suppose
yahoo
your rich company it time you take your money
flint own you so grab that bag of gold that God have
for yiou.
some time it best not to mix company and feeling
ot best to keep out of people business here a little
hint.
but yes yahoo. your rich from flint tapping in your system
so check you empleyee
Strike Up Spark with Flint
Who said on responsibility they skipped out?
On good water upon us did bring a drought
No doubt, somewhere must be some slander
Precipitated in politics by a Michigander.
Did you see color of water in glass
None of my tests would it ever pass;
Can tell what smell and taste may be like;
For good water have to take a hike.
What are our taxes being spent on?
Where has all our great water gone;
Well, do I have to be more adroit;
They still do have it in Detroit.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Sterile Isis with Flint Water
Some people said Flint water was purified
And each that time they did lied and lied
Color of brown water looked just like beer
Around it no one ever wanted to be near.
Problems regarding water Flint must face
What they saw was a total serious disgrace
Was situation making your blood boil thin
Taking a bath can you imagine doing in.
Was only one way to obtain satisfaction
It is for Congress to start taking action
See terrible affects water has on health
Go ahead and drink some for their self.
We should never let this happen again
Affects on body and genes are such a sin
Before problem together has been pieced
Start serving water to Isis in mid-East.
(Or put Flint water in when making yeast
Start serving bread to Isis in the mid-East.)
A new way to combat Isis we did find
Shine bright light making them all blind
While you are at it give them Flint water
Sterilizing Isis and each son and daughter.
So we can avoid modern day mid-East crisis
By blinding and sterilizing everyone in Isis
Each of their bodies this will start to seduce
Final product we produce shall be a truce.
How about that for a painless way to
control Isis?
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
From your origins in California,
you gained amounts of popularity.
No matter where your travels would take you,
success would always seem to be close by.
Receiving a guitar when you were young,
destiny became a life of music.
A God-given angelic voice we hear.
Each recording is a sweet, simple tune.
Yes, you had an angel on your shoulder.
That angel has never since departed.
That lucky penny’s still in your pocket.
The four leaf clover is in your locket.
While you threw nickels in the wishing well,
a warm and tender love was all you’d need.
Your beautiful music enchanted us.
You told us all about the boy you love.
The years have passed, and you remain with us.
Your kind gentle voice is one we still hear.
Whether you are on stage, or on CD,
we can enjoy all the sweet notes you sing.
A forest under the surface
Reaches out to snag you as you pass
The shallows scrape and grab and hold
The sun beats down with little respite
And yet the water is cool
The company is better
And time stands still for a few hours
As a river runs through our day
In the millionth season
they've finally blossomed
ready to garnish a famished brain,
but mind monkeys will pillage a garden
snatching anything fruitful away...
screaming atop flint branches
just beyond trembling reach
sitting so smug and casually
bouquet of scythes in mitts of flint
chattering away...
"if you want it so badly,
come fetch the scent of your dream, indecision man"
all the while I'm idling in a barrel of gasoline
mind monkeys nibbling the heads off the dream.
Flashes from the paparazzo’s get to her nerves,
New boss in well nurtured moves plays down her curves,
While I watch and wait to figure out her reserves,
With that smile accepts lewd comments she does not deserve.
Taken by intimacy and her open alarm,
She chooses to shatters, strangle and openly disarm,
The gaping audience with her luscious delightful charm,
Unfazed uncovered keeps her firm grip on my forearm.
Toxic eyes play with my mind to her ambiguity,
While arms stake her posture, temptation learns to entwine,
Shaken by her voice my free hand move over her spine,
In quick desire the voluptuous covets to refine.
Ignites the fire with out a spark or sound to mesh,
Burns others with ecstasy while we seethe from the crash:
To
smile
in the face
of ill-will is to
wrest full control