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The Will to War.
We are living in a difficult time for European leaders
They are preparing us for a war that will go on forever
beneficial for the manufacturing industry
They don't want a real war, but need psychoses
of war and steal our democracy
people in the Nordic countries are asked to buy
food to reserve at home should a crisis occur
What are they talking about? Most of us live from
paycheck to paycheck
Furthermore, we are asked to zeal our homes
And stock up on ion tablets, do they think that
Everybody lives in a suburb, and most of us have
flats, often cramped, in big cities
Our right to speak our minds is undermined by
those who are social democrats in name
There was a time in the sixties and seventies
when democracy in the north was vibrant and
alive, although you could freely shout
without being censored, but we could open
a business or settle somewhere else without
Should you feel aggrieved, the X will listen
If you disagree with your missives
We await the daily mail delivery with eager anticipation.
Alas, today came another batch of worthless information!
Of course there were the usual bills that arrive without fail,
But where's the check that guy promised would be in the mail?
We've received more return mailing labels than we'll ever use.
How our names got on their mailing lists, I have no clues.
To top it all, a summons for jury duty was today received.
Now that really ruined my day and left me sorely aggrieved!
A startling piece of mail from a realtor wanting to sell the house.
Thinking I had something to do with that really upset my spouse!
A blatant ad from a vinyl siding contractor wanting to make a sell.
Interesting we should receive that since in a brick house we dwell!
Another envelope had alarming news from the local funeral home.
Do they know something we don't know about a trip to the Celestial Dome?
Our life insurance company sent their usual annual birthday greeting,
Breathing a sigh of relief that our hearts are both still beating!
Lord have mercy and deliver us from this onerous perdition!
Curtailing this stuff would certainly improve our disposition.
On the computer I can simply stop such stuff by clicking 'delete'.
Oh, for such a simple system to make junk mail less replete!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
we are here but wish to be elsewhere
not in space but in orientation
as presence self-aware
vibrant in the void of cessation
what we seek is in timeless time received
though intent takes time to crystallise
so with wayward ego aggrieved
we resist magnetism that seeks to rise
we wished to know the truth so were shown
eternal light beyond space and time
but one with oneness we are alone
whilst on earth we dance to bliss beat’s chime
the flavour of our muse we ourselves choose
but descent does involve separation
so oh hermit let love ooze
that each breath intake is a celebration
Aggrieved and incensed a lot
I thundered some dull abuse
Que sera sera said a passing sot
Act Betimes or else, there’s no use!
Some possess the wit to cut
At anyone who stands in their way
Sometimes a Parthian shot
At times words to disarray
But many of us cannot find
The words to appease our souls
Someone’s words blow us blind
With rage and we drop our goals
Only after the moment does pass
And moaning Alas, we just toss and turn
Do we think of the way and pass
That make us less with ire burn
Yet does it all matter that much
To riposte an insult and cut back?
Off a firm tree, cut a tiny notch
Is that a massive deadly attack?
My strides left shallow imprints 'pon a sandy shore
Gulls cried out in alarm and swarmed cornflower skies
My thoughts turned to Avalon of King Arthur's lore
while dawn broke as an amber yoke in morn's sunrise
I shielded my eyes from the sea's shimmering waves
sauntering restlessly with a sorrowful soul
mourning my aggrieved heart, a heart that love enslaves
My grief spills in the shallows of this rocky shoal
Salty breeze, please chase away my tears of despair
Tell me how to heal or in anguish I shall die
Wounded by pillaged love, my emotions laid bare
I walk this shore, begging my ache to mollify
My footprints 'pon the sand and hope submerged in doubt
I plead for a flood of faith to end passion's drought
October 1, 2022
2022 Marathon Mile 15
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Kiddies, I'm sorry to say that Santa may be visiting you late this year,
As he struggles to circle the Earth spreading his delightful cheer!
Santa had to retire Rudoloph and his friends leaving them much aggrieved,
And long-suffering Mrs Claus is in a snit and left sorely peeved!
It may be New Years Day before he arrives, but he'll visit you eventually,
So place a snack of cookies and milk or salami and cheese 'neath the tree!
That old grinch in the White House decreed that dear old Santa's sleigh,
Henceforth, must be battery powered, to be effective on this Christmas Day!
Alas, Santa must land every 350 miles or so, the battery to refresh!
(Hopefully, he can do this in such unlikely places as Bangladesh)!
No longer will you hear reindeer hooves dancing on your roof in the snow!
But be patient, little ones; Santa will greet you soon with a cheery ho-ho-ho!
I’ve got a little ditty,
And it’s stuck in my head,
And it wants to come out right now.
It’s made me aware
That it wants to get some air;
Gonna make it to the surface somehow.
What bothers me the most
Is that I’ve been diagnosed,
And they said there wasn’t anything there.
I’ve been singing to the wife,
And she can’t for her life,
Recall why she ever married this man.
Cuz she doesn’t like my song,
And I sing it all day long,
Or at least whenever I can.
When I go for a walk,
The neighbors start to talk:
There he goes, that crazy old man.
And the kids at play
All go the other way
Just as fast as their little feet can.
But my Missy girl’s good,
So we walk through the wood,
Just a-humming and a-singing this tune.
If the squirrels are there,
Then we give ‘em a scare
By howl-howl-howling at the moon.
I hope the tune won’t leave,
For then I’ll be aggrieved,
And I’ll look for it everywhere.
If you don’t have a song
That can carry you along,
Then I’m happy to give you mine.
They say it’s smart,
That it’s good for the heart,
And it lifts the spirits like wine.
The one thing that I see:
It’s like infinity.
I get right ‘round the bend,
And there it is again!
Some think it a curse,
A disease, or worse,
That will plague the rest of your days.
But I find the muse a gift
That gives me a lift,
So I sing whatever she says!
Descending into madness, drop by drop,
The senses dulled till mindless, naught perceived.
A subtle slide that ne’er rests ‘gainst a stop,
Till bottoming, the soul is much aggrieved.
No purchase then, when fingers claw the wall,
Attempting to escape the self-induced,
And were to gain a step, would surely fall,
Returning to his vomit, still seduced.
Contrite, one might assume a posture prone,
Not rage, with shaking fist against the sky.
To plead, to beg, be at a mercy thrown,
Resigned at last, not proud, with head held high.
The more remarkable, on face of it:
A hand lent down, redeeming from the pit.
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for the A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
written on 06/15/2022
Blandishments eroded invaluable necessary treasured alms
Existential nihilism rent psyche asunder
courtesy unforeseen deadly bombs
lobbed by computer hacker and scammer
rolled into one nasty,
short and brutish lout,
whereby his aggrieved targeted victim
experiences absolutely zero qualms.
Though common horse sense
I generally applaud
within these lovely bones
an undersize fellow whose forehead broad
methinks perchance twenty first century
can witness remake of Exosquad
linkedin with mental, physical,
and spiritual fiasco fraud
no doubt grist for the cinematic mill
made for movie of the week,
where prominent product placement
of once iconic iPod,
but illustrious position
in Apple's product lineup
came to an end.
Apple finally killed the “iPod” brand,
just over twenty years
since original introduction in 2001
creating perfectly fitting
pièce de résistance jigsawed
replaced by smartphones,
such as the iPhone,
which can both store music
and access music streaming services
such as Spotify and Apple Music.
Nevertheless, and despite efforts
to exorcise mailer daemons
rage against the machine
that doth mauraud,
while a tempest blows
furious in my mind as well outside,
thus I gladly nod
acknowledgement toward Mother Nature
for natural timely spatial effects
bending boughs analogous to quad
of cheerleaders executing tricks
while accompanying color guards
exhibit purposeful antics done roughshod
for the benefit of mister Kite.
Distraction writing reasonable rhyme
temporarily offsets carbon footprint
to stomp furiously on account of cyber crime
wracking noggin how I could be lame
easily being conned, dogged,
goaded, hectored, kick/jump started, ...
now yours truly haint gotta dime
to his name, attributed to fool hardiness
poached, fried, embezzled...
oh that human slime
letting him manipulate me
as if he pointed gun -
which spelled "BANG"
when fired, now triggers
profound unnecessary anguish.
Ignominy hewed into comeuppance,
where yours truly aggrieved state
far worse fate
than becoming deceased, though
years gone by since meek kin
grievously afflicted soundly did berate
deplorable marital indiscretion
this mister (wordsmith) forced opaque
double life undetected
confession subsequently told mate,
she (nor eldest daughter)
riled, none to pleased, nonplussed
the latter (now living/working of late
San Francisco, California),
thus distance doth abate
plus elapsed time buffer zone
lessens lesson learned never to copulate
(best if done early at any rate)
still loathes (at least smolders)
apt appellation liaison found papa
caught with figurative pants down lil mandate
formerly loosed upon Venus to excavate
as no fallacy warm prickly didst deflate
no stranger as expletive ingrate
attests no more Casanova trait
deservedly called him regarding
extramarital tete a tete
apology made forgiveness accepted,
thou accept culpability I narrate
wife high infidelity transgression,
mine inferiority complex
sex seeded to emasculate
all throughout boyhood,
adolescence, young manhood,
veritable entire lifetime spate
whereby fourscore and seven years ago
minus seventeen orbitz hied dedicate
mastermind pursuit didst facilitate
matt's scott's getgo automatically
begat self worthlessness
dismal social withdrawal didst accentuate
courtesy threatening taunts,
name calling, bullying as master bait
helped discredit any shred and underrate
me yet, now vestigial self confidence
helps me to reevaluate
within calmer metaphorical seas
how to steer this wallowing,
lumbering, aging... frigate
plus a brief plug for Colgate,
nonetheless choppers rotted
legacy courtesy dental quandary...
subsequently oral crisis did abate
quick lemme abbreviate
courtesy periodontal disease
dentures fitted hence concludes
tracked train of thought I freight.