Don't ever vouch for drunk caffeine
That it can't one show one's coffin,
Now,my heart's calm rate quickening,
Later,taxed vessels weakening
Turns it out a search for a lift
But towards Descent final drift.
One begins to question its source;
A system is being moved with force.
The waiter in every cola:
Eaters it won't make a Zola;
Even one drags by the collar,
My best movement A Parabola!
What would you have stimulated;
Samson's bearing simulated?
At the sight of caffeine stiffen:
I'd stop a long chat or briefing.
Categories:
colin, death, drink, food, health,
Form: Rhyme
I Salute You General Colin
Your Becoming The First African American Secretary Of State
Your Heroism standing up for All Of Us Americans
A True American Hero for all to Look Up to
Categories:
colin, america, black african american,
Form: Free verse
First Black American Secretary of State, COLIN POWELL, (1937-2021)
Served in the G. W. Bush, Ronald Reagan, and Jimmy Carter administrations,
He said, “Success is the result of hard work…and learning from failure,”
His hobby was restoring old cars; hardly knew the meaning of vacations.
written January 20, 2022
especially for "A Celebrity Epitaph" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
colin, black african american,
Form: Epitaph
Poor, addled Colin Kapernick
Once a coveted NFL draft pick
Made $43 million in pro football, yet finds it all unsavory
Victimized! ~ Accuses team owners of slavery
Categories:
colin, abuse, football, judgement, money,
Form: Clerihew
. SUNDAYS WITH COLIN
We, are all a Binary Code,
Noughts and Noughts, and ones and ones;
The beginnings, look like the end…
and the ends, look ,
Like the same, as it begun!
This is progress and much- much more,
According to Colin, who lives next door!
“It’s a binary code,” He seriously said,
“You wont understand it, it's not meant for your head,”
“But when the Aliens come down one day, these are their words, the things they’ll say!”
I said, “But what if they come down in my backyard?”
“I’ll try to make contact, Colin but that’s really hard!”
“Don’t worry,” said Colin, eating his pre-cooked pasta,
“They’ll land on the car park at the back of Asda!”
“An’ their Binary Code, will be wrote on the side of their ship.”
“Do you want a napkin Colin?”
“No, I’ll skip”
I like Sundays with Colin.
Categories:
colin, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Poor Mr. Colin Kaepernick
Claims America is racist, inegalitarian and sick
His professional football contract only pays him $11.4 million
Though his clear-eyed grasp of the issues makes him worth at least a billion
Categories:
colin, america, football, money, satire,
Form: Clerihew
walking through the dark
long strides, not looking
the eyes all on me
burning, the smell of hate
rising through the leaves
my thoughts are coming
just one of many
dripping from graceful mouths
she said goodbye to the airless room
the men stared, some looked away
droning on, so far down now
dont want to look up
the dirt is shoveled slovenly down
the still flowers running in the ground
with colours, on crude cloth
cobalts in wasted tubes
oily fingers pressed softly
to a sound of moons colliding
holes and craters vibrated
a solitary gun strays into view
an alien planet like ganymede
dead like seasides and lavender fields
crimson earth with white ash
soft in the shadows of destitute women
cold as the door closes on them
my father looks at me
a last look of distanced remorse
nothing shining in the dark now
I am afraid
windows hiding the faces
making out the shapes
as its driving away I sink inside
and day dawns to metallic chords
a brown radio blares on but dead
I can paint now she has gone
Categories:
colin, absence,
Form: ABC
They told marchers they shouldn’t march;
screamed at sitters in busses and diners;
blocked the doors to the public schools,
“whites only” signs were clear reminders.
They hated when black fists were raised,
or when folks joined peaceful protests;
they couldn’t stand their sins broadcast,
were frightened by the freedom fests.
While things are better, injustice still lives,
and now they say that kneeling’s wrong,
they want to squelch the dissident voice,
But we’ve all heard this familiar song.
Categories:
colin, political,
Form: Lyric
Colin Powell Horn Haiku
One was wise old owl
I had thought of Colin Powell
My face has a scowl.
Have lost my respect
Criticism did detect
Can't be more direct.
Seems like politics
Of trade full of many tricks
Off me always ticks.
What do you think of that one?
Jim Horn
Categories:
colin, allegory, analogy, political,
Form: I do not know?
A contemporary creature,
this Tyrannosaurus Rex is not a carnivore.
He delights in gnashing peanut butter sandwiches
and his habitat is lush
with rocks and bugs and toys
And if I dare suggest he is a little boy--
his mighty roar is deafening.
Its echo captures ancient pains
that live in mother's heart
And for a moment
renders them extinct,
as joy tears them apart.
Categories:
colin, family, love, mother
Form: Rhyme
My brother
could hibernate through
anything.
Even the nights of unmitigated fury
that expelled itself in blasts of white, frothy
spittle
from the corners of father’s lips.
He was a cocooned worm nestled
in the bed at the back of my room
while
mom held the cheap aluminum door,
maintaining our homeostasis,
shut.
On the other side
my father, a wounded creature
Hissing, crackling,
Insane.
would bang
until the vibrations shook my very breath.
Colin
never really understood
being fourteen
and
scrubbing out the night’s fury
that stained the carpet
in crimson ponds.
The smell of a bucket
of warm pink soapy water
and the
red that never really washed out
He would not understand the game
I made of it
blood spot, ink blot test
This one looked like a butterfly,
And this one A father and daughter,
And this one a bottle of pills.
This boy who brought home
matted and framed pictures from kindergarten
Crayon colored pleasant family,
crayon colored pleasant home
Categories:
colin, angst, childhood, father, introspection,
Form: Free verse