You came in but the dog didn't bark,
Even the walls of the room knows the smell of your perfumes.
Your smiles were warm but heart dark,
Like a diesel engine emitting fumes.
Just like a monster in the building,
You attacked and tore through her hymen,
That hurts like hell and she's bleeding and pleading,
But you still spilled your worthless semen.
Years have passed,
And she is still perturbed.
The mess you left are bloodily versed,
She haven't spoken yet and everything in her world are today disturbed.
You took away her virginity,
And raped her to the soul without pity.
Dedicated to all the raped girls in Nigeria and all over the world.
Speak out and don't die in silence.
Categories:
diesel engine, depression, sad love,
Form: Sonnet
It's a rainy night in Thorntown
out here on the plain.
The corn is being harvested
so the farmers curse the rain.
Grain trucks race for the grainery
to unload and go for more.
Their tires hum on wet pavement
their engines whine and roar.
Marker lights like shooting stars
as they race on through the night.
Drivers wonder if they'll be home
before the morning light.
While here I sit all snug and warm
sipping a nice hot cup.
Wishing I was out there too
diesel engine revving up.
But I no longer jam the gears
or race the morning sun.
Age has finally caught up with me
my race is almost done.
Categories:
diesel engine, introspection, memory,
Form: Free verse
And, now I lay me down to sleep,
For another wretched night of counting sheep!
Lord, should I expire before I awake,
Please allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake!
The cat has leaped upon the bed,
And snuggles closely nigh my head,
Purring as loud as a Mack truck diesel engine,
Then bounces on my chest like a frenzied injun!
The neighbors' worthless mutts begin their nightly serenade.
It sounds as if outside my window there's a whole brigade!
For awhile things settle down and all is as quiet as a mouse,
Until I'm awakened by the thunderous snoring of my spouse!
The blaring klaxon of the midnight freight is heard a mile away.
The inconsiderate engineer lays on the horn as if it were a runaway.
To top it all the crickets begin their atonal chirping prattle.
I'm beginning to think a good nights sleep is a losing battle!
I shove ear plugs in my ears but they don't do a bit of good.
The clock strikes three so it looks like sleep ain't a liklihood.
Lord, again I make a plea that should I decease before I wake,
Please, won't you allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
diesel engine, humorous, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
Turbo
Diesel Engine
Generation Game
Pipe and Slippers
Readi
Go!
Categories:
diesel engine, daughter, forgiveness, growing up,
Form: Ballad
Block after block there is a man.
Outstretched hands
presenting a brown-stained
Starbucks cup.
Steadfast, I must look straight.
Businesslike gait
creating the illusion that
I have somewhere important to go.
A lie.
The air between me and the cup and the hands and the man
compresses in my brain.
Like the air in the cylinder of a diesel engine
right before spontaneous combustion.
My hands silence any loose change.
As I pass, glassy brown eyes ask “what’s up?”
A downdraft washes over me.
I can only respond “not much”
attempting to retract my arrogance.
Gunmetal blue buildings
glare down at me.
My hands remain in my pockets
still gripping the coins.
Cold to the touch.
Categories:
diesel engine, urban,
Form: Free verse
breathing deep a draught of morning
close the door on night time pain
a sun that rises with more healing
than a week of trading blue chip gain
hold me tighter as you did before
soak my ears in welcome laughter
let me see you virgin youth again
che sta che di de itty me ya
vengeance is a way of grieving
loss of limbs to wage a war too real
ideals the merchants of illusion
I seem to hang around inertia much
not a lot of travel for Cerulean
many are the stops of introspection
resurrection every day of hope
I slide from safety’s chilling harbour
miria is ti ammana te yara
don’t give in to melancholy babies
reach for dreams of springtime wins
I am persuaded by the steady rhythm
of a diesel engine song
soon I’ll have my coffee and a muffin
drawing faces to escape the rain
innia dandara bacha mines ta ro
streaming scheming steaming
let them go to places without water
quench your thirst from Rachel’s river
break the arrows of a passionate regret
better days of understanding lie ahead
Categories:
diesel engine, faith, inspirational, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Epic