Best Goring Poems
As I soared at forty-thousand feet strapped in the aluminum-tubed aerie,
Racing through my skull was a tune made famous by Peter, Paul and Mary!
They made leaving on a jet plane sound so very romantic and swell!
Contrary to their soothing ballad, mine was the flight from hell!
Ah, the thrill of going through the security check still lingers,
Recalling a most "touching" pat-down by Freddy Feely Fingers!
I had to remove my belt, shoes and the change from my pockets,
And open my carry-on bag to prove I had no guns or rockets!
I was "squoze" betwixt two guys leaning on my shoulders snoring!
One was built like Hulk Hogan - the other as fat as Herman Goring!
A squalling kid hollered for the entire trip! I suffered beyond belief!
I ordered a Manhattan on the Rocks in hopes of finding blessed relief!
About the flight, I told Betty Boop the attendant, "I'm tired of this fuss!
Next time I travel I'll skip all this nonsense and ride a Greyhound bus!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
NOTE: I've suffered through many such flights wondering if the agony
would ever end!
Entry for Debbie Guzzi's "Songs to Poetry" Contest
Grief
gnaws at my aching heart
greets my awakening,
grins within the sunbeams
gathers empty teardrops
garnished with memory’s
gaunt unfocused vision
goring life’s bloodied bull.
11/22/2015
submitted to – Pleiades, Please – poetry contest
sponsor – Kim Merryman
the wedding cake: $16,000-$80,000
cleaning of the streets after the wedding in london: $64,000
the flowers: $320,000-$800,000
pre-wedding hideaway (the goring hotel hosting middleton’s family & friends): $552 a night
for double rooms
middleton’s wedding dress: $64,000-$434,000
the engagement ring: valued at $136,000, given to w. by c.
security: $8-$32 million
$32,000,000
$800,000
$434,000
$136,000
$80,000
+ $64,000___
$33,514,000
*this estimated cost does not factor in the unspecified amount of time that middleton’s
family & friends will be staying for $552 a night, or how many of them, etc.
although i’m sure that
anyone
with a pulse, a half-way decently functioning brain,
and a
heartbeat
could look at the figure posited above
and find thousands of ways to invest in any number of
much
much
much
more worthy causes
than that of perpetuating an incestuous line of
figureheads
that holds absolutely
no
relevance
whatsoever
in the 21st century
but in the united states
the home of the world’s policeman
10 days ago
our blessed democratic congress
“the voice of the people”
cut
$26.6 million dollars from TRIO:
LINK:
http://www.coenet.us/ecm/AM/Template.cfm?Section=GRA_March_April_2011
for those that aren’t aware what TRIO is:
“TRIO is a set of federally-funded college opportunity programs that motivate and support
students from disadvantaged backgrounds in their pursuit of a college degree. Over 850,000
low-income, first-generation students and students with disabilities — from sixth grade
through college graduation — are served by more than 2,800 programs nationally. TRIO
programs provide academic tutoring, personal counseling, mentoring, financial guidance,
and other supports necessary for educational access and retention. TRIO programs provide
direct support services for students, and relevant training for directors and staff.”
LINK: http://www.coenet.us/ecm/AM/Template.cfm?Section=What_is_TRIO&Template=/...
happy are those that are not english citizens
as the taxpayers are said to be footing the bill of
$8-$32 million
for
security, and
$64,000 for
street cleaning after said extravaganza
one has to do their best
to keep from running amok
the day this thing happens
because of what we could really be doing with the wealth in this world
Goring down, shredding tears, I pule to,
give my prayer, to all family's and
friends, missing or gone, across this
blanket world, as her gusty winds flare,
and ragging rapids spill, these islands in
darkness, I will not lye here,
silenced, for she was,
"PLANNED" drapping curtains,
where our moon mysteriously a
lined itself, mutationally, reins, and
deploys,explosions of fear, I say,
don't give in, break her free, don't
be, A coward less coward, to their deceit,
and lies, these politicians, we call
democrats n' republicans, don't
really,give A RATS ASS, as long
as,they get voted, I ask stand for
what's right to your heart, therefore
she can not win this glory, and ask
your government why???? Priceless
lives pay, in A test on the country
so that they may have control....
That's the question.... But I will not
bow, I give my hand to the
innocence, of THE PEOPLE.......
To shelter them with love and blessings, that I
Rein.....For I shall ride A pon my black knight.....
As We defeat it, like a skyscraper...
Carma
10-30-12
Avebury a Wiltshire village low
To windswept beacon of Ivinghoe.
Eighty-five miles,vale and hill
Wayfare freedoms,exhilarate and thrill.
Striding downs in grassy scrub
Midst trees and clumps of shrub;
Shaded lanes,gates and stiles,
Wayside pubs to rest awhile.
Overton to Wantage plain
Goring and Streatly in the rain;
Chinnor to Bledlow,in freezing chill,
To Buckmoor,Chequers and Coombe Hill.
Wendover to Hastoe through morning dew
Wigginton,Albury onto Beacon view;
Natural history and species now rare,
Time to idle or just stand and stare.
I was hollering in my sleep at four thirty in the morning
We both look at Mrs. A. She is high drama
I was yelling too said our friend Mr. Goring
My girlfriend bit me. She thought I was a llama.
They one-up each other on a daily basis.
Each has a crazy story, they are ready to sing.
They are both highly entertaining, story aces.
I can barely wait to see what tomorrow will bring.
She bit me on the shoulder in my sleep!
Mrs. A. and I laugh until we howl and jerk.
An alligator had me she said. He and I laugh ‘til we weep.
They entertain me daily, life is good at work!
butterflies goring the party as their wings fall
never never to take a flight but a cocoon
a worm you call it but if not me never you
There’s a panda tap dancing in hobnails
There’s an octopus mixing up cocktails
A bush kangaroo
Blows on a kazoo
While the band are all tadpoles or pond-snails
A gorilla is dancing the tango
With a chimp who’s still holding a mango
The chimp wins the crown
For getting on down
To the lambada and the fandango
At the bar there’s a drunk alligator
And he’s fancies a croc who’s the waiter
With so many teeth
He knew there’d be grief
So he’s seeing a pelican later
Well the peacock so prim and resplendent
Gave his coat to the cloakroom attendant
Chicks don’t check him out
Because he’s without
His plumage on which he’s dependant
Then the moose said it soon will be nine
Please finish your beer or your wine
It’s eight fifty-eight
His key’s in the gate
So try not to leave any sign
There's a pen near the big rabbit hutch
With a sign saying please do not touch
A young lad from Goring
Said Pandas are boring
They don’t seem to do very much
Cherries pale yellow tinged with red
Colorful umbrella, mercurial spread
Mellowing veil hovers overhead
Hand staid until dark color, pungent odor wed
Nature's rhythms from youth nurtured in my head
In fowl, tell tale signs providentially inbred
Knowing beak is quicker than the hand brings dread
Before gravity can pull weighted cherries to rotting bed
My pruning hand to the luscious fruit is sentiently led
But wittier birds, for sweet treat, already fragile branches tread
Goring fruit: knifing peel, shredding flesh, tangy juices bled
Colorful, pock-marked marbles left for dead
Sun-dried, pitted prunes left in their stead
For aggrieved spite, all cultured inhibition shed
Manically, with fingers, stem lines forcefully unthread
Verizon payment arrangement -
due november fifteenth two thousand nineteen
Yours truly long time
satisfactory Verizon customer
i.e. namely this monsieur
breathes easy, cuz within noggin
contentment doth whir
billing agent pleasant as
Mister Rogers neighbor.
Great relief pending bill
$148.80, she did defer
'pon my explaining
lack of adequate funds
I did forthrightly inform her
social security disability
electronically deposited door
ring first week of next month
and without dad dough of shout for sure
upon being told, I got no cell phone,
she (courteous billing representative)
waived attendant fee
reflexive generous extempore,
such simple random act of kindness
suffused within me to core
of central processing unit
circuits comprising fatherboard decor
rum lit up analogous to Christmas tree
generating sense and sensibility of euphoria
buoying spirits in severe contrast wherefore
once pawn time... couple nights backs,
I got attacked courtesy small escritoire
after losing balance attempting to stand
from crouched position immediately more
than less unsteadily, veritably, wobbly...
fell back felt desk corner explore
right side ribcage felt brunt edge bore
ring into body, yet
dressed to keep warm
blunt right angle wood frame did score
jabbing, nearly goring thru jacket
feeling searing pain shoot pour
sting as if struck with lightning
resigned to crawl crablike fore
word bracing lower body
while daggers of agony
did not lesson, I did implore
in vain sincerely your deplore
hubble basketcase - reed
no repeat performance nor encore!
My Guarantor: ’Never to get torn’
As it is continually worn:
A brush had had with Goring Horn
But not disfigured: A Hard Corn.
A Corduroy never the worse for wear,
Hard material spotting not a tear;
I’ve noticed: Every new morn
Often seeming The Reborn.
A Corduroy which did refuse
To drop me a lame excuse
For choosing to not gainfully last
And breathe its disappointing last…
A tough blue shirt of mine
I should be honoring with Spanish Wine.
There once was a man
named Trump; his
country needing a
royal bump; so, as age can
refine, like vintage and wine –
(seeing liberties decline)
thought to take-on
the thankless task
of pulling a nation
from a Donkey's Dump –
After winning public office –
while taking note of peer-heads
comfortable in the rear
'neath the Donkey’s fowl orifice –
with many spineless others bailing
while our Precious Republic,
if not failing, definitely ailing! –
a chunk of freedom hitting him
on the head
Despite a slight flutter, and perhaps
a small stutter, he began the perilous
task of restoring – beloved lady in his
harbor needing shoring – as a matador
fearless of goring he led
rolling aside
stepping over
the prostrate bodies
of cowards….
Narrow escapes- thrice threatening
Came and went
Despite succor abstaining
My soul under no circumstances meant
Harm to my person
Stolid as I sometimes dreamt to claim
Not heeding, not learning warnings a salutary lesson
That on me poured blame
Sucked from narrow escapes
Felt deep within my clones, bones, tones and zones
As fortune on my side with sour grapes
From goring horns and thorns
Gunning and turning in earnestness
Towards the weaker flank
Carelessness on my part gifted wanton wistfulness
Grown from dating devices I couldn’t spank
As on my knees I slumped
Begging feet of defeat to spare me
When false charges I slapped
On the sooth-sayer I could hardly see or foresee
In the vicinity of the battlefield
Where blood gushed
From a weal shield
That blows from all directions hushed
Weak on melting knees I slumped
The writing on the wailing wall
Dawned near and clear as bludgeon blows together clamped and lumped
I was undone! Slow and certain sounded the clarion call
Fate and its mates
Discomfiture and discomfort couldn’t obviate
From doom and gloom gates
Fortune could no longer deviate
From gurgling and giggling gates of Hell
Open so wide
To spell and tell
The demise my pride
Touted on the snout of the clout pout and spout
Tinted by the ubris crease whose fleece
Made up of diseased doubt
That no retreat could delete from a missed kiss
Swollen and stolen
In a last step ditch effort
All of a sudden- sullen
As crude collapse conquered my fort.
Asses and elephants
in the center of 3 rings
kicking and goring at the breeze
the people trampled underneath.
There is no referee...
A gaping hole between philosophies.
A fight to the death
for the blood of democracy
Civil war approaching.
Spit shinning my crosshairs...
preparing for the crazies of the street
Uncontrollable, saline
emotion bitterly shed
into the sinking depths of despair.
Uncontrollable, shakes
of a derelict head,
quantum leap savagery eating away.
Inconsolable, thrust
of a rapier grief,
goring the nerves that are gradually pared.
Inconsolable, theft,
circumstantial the thief,
felonious increments day after day.
Unforgettable, pain
exponentially grows,
stripping at life 'till the bones are all bared.
Unforgettable, rain
of the cruellest blows
that beat up on feelings 'till blackened and blued.
Unforgivable, love
so devotedly cast,
now shackled in cloisters, alone and uncared.
Unforgivable, needing
you foremost and last,
the cure of solace, not black solitude