Best Sloven Poems
Poverty Slop and
jowls of ground beef.
Saliva to corn
that's creamed to belief.
Mashed silk potatoes
spread over the tongue
sealing meat in
to covered and mung.
Tin pan the Shepherd.
A pie sitting heavy.
A feast for a King
and the bowels of a levy.
Full potted tummy.
A growling way down.
Back taste of kernels.
A hunger been drown.
Baked Shepherd's Pie
asleep in the oven.
Morning to eyes
like those of the sloven.
I like to watch skeins of geese flying in the autumn sky,
And I like the smell of frying bacon and luscious cherry pie!
I like to see the sun tinting Pikes Peak's crown in the early morn,
And the glorious Colorado sky as the sun ends its daily bourne!
I like to feel the tug of a rainbow trout on my fishing line,
And graceful garlands of snow adorning a ponderosa pine!
I like quiet evenings with my spouse nigh a warm and glowing fire,
Where we reminisce and dream of things for which we would aspire!
I like family reunions with my kids, grandkids, uncles and aunts,
And this may sound curious, but I like sharp creases in my pants!
I like to sit on the patio to muse and watch the squirrels at play,
And I like to go to church for inspiration, fellowship and to pray!
I like to listen to classical music or bury my nose in fascinating book,
And take leisurely evening strolls along a rushing mountain brook!
I like ice cream, tater chips, meatloaf, Brussels sprouts and chicken fried,
And I like the American flag that I shall always salute with pride!
I like it when the Denver Broncos and the Colorado Rockies win!
(But, alas, neither team is doing that well, much to my chagrin!)
I like to hear the rolling thunder and rain gently falling on my roof,
And the rhythmic clip-clop upon the pavement of a horse's hoof!
I like barbeques and fireworks in the park on Independence Day,
And the mulitude of stars winking at me from the Milky Way!
I like the smell of roses and the rejuvenation of April showers,
And I like work - I can sit and watch it for hours and hours!
I like the charm and beauty of a little child's beguiling grin.
I like Laurel and Hardy and Jack Benny with his squawking violin!
I like to socialize with folks with can-do attitudes and high ambitions!
(I like most everything I reckon, 'cept sloven schmucks and politicians!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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I saw her just yesterday, the paragon
Of all that a woman could be. Tall and tan,
Proud and proper, short hair, not butch,
A beautiful woman dressed to the nines,
Dripping confidence like an empress.
A lessor man would have ran and hid
For surely this was a lady
And would have no need for a man.
I offered a sincere compliment
Fully expecting an icy reply
If afforded one at all. For my trouble,
Her face lit up like a prom queen,
Flashing me a smile that warmed my soul.
Gracious and appreciative, I saw this woman anew.
She was beautiful inside
And could not hide it on her countenance.
I could hold a door for this lady as she understands
That a simple act of respect cannot make her less,
Any more than her grace makes me less than I am.
Oh modern woman, is respect what you want?
Don’t demand it, Command it!
This is not a zero-sum game, Ladies!
You cannot, No, must not trade your feminity,
The best of your womanhood, for your worthy goals.
You can be beautiful without being synthetic;
Demure without being the prude;
Strong without being brusque;
Accept help without becoming dependent;
Be natural but not a sloven;
Flirtacious without being easy.
Confident but not cocky;
You can melt men like butter.
You hold all the cards!
Now, let’s get you that respect!
A misnomer … could it be?
Never! never? oh, no!
Could it be a gloss?
Devouring as it bursts my rose –
Yet! let me wash you
From the impurities far beyond
That a glimpse at my chaste gem
Shall be a model for the smith!
Then let the raw drums drum
And I shall be smug –
Else let the drums be smashed!
And let me not wash you
O! let me be led and never lead
And divorce and loss be to a sloven muse!
Prejudice and malice
Both besotted beggars
Gamboling, galumphing, griping and gripping a solstice
In limpid lives whose tigers and daggers
Stagger, simulate and strut along
Craven
Oblong, wrong on a song gong
Sloven and driven
Unexpectedly pop up in interpersonal interactions
Writhing like serpents
Wreaking heady havoc in their insurrections
Contents, events, proponents and deponents
To defy, modify and stupefy logic
Contemplate disunity
In a rogue republic
Whose unity
The besotted beggars bring down
Tearing one member from another
Assuming every crown
Becomes anathema as Jack and Jill like each other
To the detriment
Discord prejudice and malice promote and quote
In every contrary condiment
Ever taught or caught.
.
mine tramp
through
thuh earth's lure (thoroughly mind ya)
stopped suddenly
whilst traipse'n the
appalachianz (off thuh beat'n trail mind ya)
i heard thuh rustle
uv
twigz and duff
thuh soundz chipmonks
treat our hearz to
yet
i too hear'd
breathe
there
peek'n 'round
an old chestnut oak
slowly thuh sloven
feminine
exposed hern solitary
hern pixy spoke broken
english
she made purrrfect
love though like (thoroughly mind ya)
she were born'd here