Long Catered Poems
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I noticed you there lost in all this dreariness
I'd catered to your morbid since of norm
unable to notice a young mother her hungry family
pleasantly destined to survive a war gone bad
a broken time where peace hid for cover
beneath a darkened underpass that dark place
where suicide played aimlessly in her torn mind
withered so throughout thee sharecroppers haste
tampered soul brilliant heart glowing mind
looking up to your eyes for guidance that
just wasn't there shock waves of fear chills
of the night time played out during daylight
sorted memories chatting harsh truths an yet
survival was being judged escape from illness
was being challenge through a house of cards
lessons tainted gravity wasted above doubt
I noticed you way off into the dimness counting
naught faceless pout leading grievances tempting
fate the impossible task folded beyond staying alive
we're taught never to look back come home survive
I could
Have been nicer
Perhaps
I could
Have reacted kinder
Possibly
I could
Have catered to your moods
More sympathetically
I could have
Would have
Should have
What kind of friend were you
When my word glance or opinion
Were interpreted and judged
In the most derogatory way
With no leeway for justification
White and black no room for gray
No chance for discussion
No option to rephrase or explain
Judge and jury
Crass and fury
Short and simple
Abrupt and superficial
Cold and arrogant
Crude and ignorant
Really
Less and less time
For fake so called friends
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2022
I see you running up and down the street staring at me through your dark tinted mirror; I couldn’t see your face but I saw your hands moving about on the steering wheel as you mount that battered hill with curiosity and reality staring in your face.
I have subdued all feelings and continue to search of new meaning. I want to catapult up to sky and have some fun before I die. Are you going to mask your hands too with a gloves and a colored shoe?, What are you afraid of? The dress, the crown or the new frock? I saw you going up the hill with something that is smaller than you but you ride with a vision that is bigger than yourself.
The sun rises slowly over the hill and burst through myriads of grey clouds pouring out a warm friendly smile that sinks deep into my flesh. The morning sweat kept seeping through my pores soaking my clothes and dripping water all over the floor, it’s as if I have just ran a marathon ten times around the track clocking a faster time with all that I have got .
I can see you standing over there looking at me over here. Driving up and down on the street disrupting my heart beat. Why did you come here if you have nothing to fear, you kept hiding from me as if you are my destiny. I do not know for sure where this is going but I will journey with you to the end.
The big stage is rolling in and the streets are busy with fine merchandise from home and abroad, trucks are lined up at the corner and the streets shoppers and vendors are walking around trying to get the early morning sales.
The actors are repeating their lines and dancers from all over the world are rehearsing for the big event. A hundred and ten bands are on the track and the jazz performers are waiting at the back.
Big trucks parked up on the business street with millions of dollars of catered food stuff; chef, waiters and waitress are running about clearing the trucks and unpacking the stuff, it is going to be a big bang with coronation bells flying all over the land.
See them dressed up over there in fine costume and carnivals boots, their painted lips and exquisite attire set the whole world on fire, the music is playing in the background and everyone is gathering around
Come to where I live and I will show you something astounding, the streets are packed and the birds are flying in the air and the message is quite clear.
it's a story about a henpeckked husband
that catered and spoiled
his wife.
one day he fixed her beef tougue and cabbage soup
her friend was in attendance
so she smiled and became mean and uncaring
and cursed him.
day's later when he mustered up the courage to
speak to her, her cornered him
and cursed him in the corner
not allowing him to leave.
silently he would never complain or mention
it to his friends.
one day a gentlemen in the market asked
him why does he shop
so much.
he told him, I shop to feed my family.
oh, the gentlemen said you have a family,
yes he said, a wife and twelve children.
the gentlemen looked at him strangely, for a while.
do you live near twelvestone manor, the husband said why yes I do.
oh, the gentlemen said: you're that that chick beats up
cause you wouldn't stop getting her pregant!
There's no party for pity.
Question the absurdity.
Friends, use discretion
if you get an invitation.
It's counterfeit.
Don't believe it.
Don't RSVP,
if you receive it.
Discard immediately. Don't contemplate.
It'll lead you nowhere. Don't save the date.
No early, late, or on time arrivals.
The doorbell is silent.
No lively dinner guests,
dressed in their best.
No hors d'oeuvres served on a fancy plate.
No thought-provoking conversations.
No guestbook to sign.
No vintage wine.
No catered food.
No live music for the mood.
No celebration for pity's pains.
No "congratulations," for complaints.
There's no party here. Discard the invitation.
Pity's alone, in bitter contemplation.
He wrote a big sign pointed to the sky
Aimed at space ships just passing by;
All Alien life forms catered for, it said,
Full English B& B with King Sized Bed.
He didn’t think about it any more
Until the slosh came at his door.
Standing there with a large suit case
A column of water with a vague face,
Which sort of said in a rippling way
Is the bed still vacant just now today?
Full English breakfast would be so good
Four sausages please and some black pud.
He tried so hard and did his best
And he passed some form of test;
Only an official from Galaxy Northern HQ
Who just happened to be passing through!
He got Five Stars and One Anchor rating
With special mention of the catering.
He can charge astronomical rates
To that official and all its mates
Who tend to drop in from the sky
When they happen to be passing by.
His story doesn’t just end here:
Galactic Entrepreneur of the Year,
He’s opened up a brand new place
Just on the fringes of outer space,
Which won Nine Stars for being so cool
For providing Chess and Eight Ball pool
With special facilities for those not able
To properly stand and reach the table
And something really very new
A fully adjustable billiard cue
So much better than the norm
For adjusting to Alien Life Form.
Here endeth this tale on such notes of joy
Concerning success of made good local boy
Thelo na se pantrefto
wanting and needing often found her
hungry. she'd often find something special
at Dingles Restaurant
a special place that catered to the taste of
strangers, or those who liked
gamey meat, and garlicky breads.
she often had a lot of steaks, tarts and
rice dishes, for a discount, that's why
people often came to get the special.
ask what the chef is eating and you'll probably
find a great deal.
tonight a friend and I are
excited to dine out, I think she's going to
say she'll marry me, so
I asked the chef to
fix something special to go with the bacon and dill? cucumber tarts
I ordered. maybe the pork blade steak with stir-fried vegetables
or maybe some smoked fish and a sour cream tart, or even the
classic fillet mignon with bacon and stuffed potato skins and a cauliflower au gratin.
if she answers yes, I told the chef to send out two small raspberry cakes with champagne. if she answers no Well the gingersnaps will have to do.
Angourie Kai Belken
a regular pie crust
make shells in muffin pan
filling is
1/4 cup of bacon
1&1/4 cup of cream cheese
1/2 teaspoon of cayenne
1 egg yolk
1/4 cup of cucumber ( peeled, seeded, and diced)
Suddenly simply moving
delightful presence belonging
only to him the vast vagueness
the subtle longing desired
between only two the shedding
of doubt removing a senseless
pout I catered to thee the
memorable lessons tinged
with warm blood bounded
by the nails pierced skin
bronzed feet dangling joined
in the garden wooden splinters
surrounded his head I ache filled
with wonder knowing you died
for me leaving the warmth
of your mother’s bussom to
enter into your fathers house
why have ye been forsaken
when Carabus snickers with
a forward glance shall we really
be forgiven if this cause pain
sigh for the giving pray for
the souls of the silent beings
bestowed so well beneath the
levites levy hindering peace
in Israel as the ground shake
the river swell’s rises greeting
the star of daveed baptizing
the needy heed the time is near
the time is now as mankind
bleed out on hot sand the baby
deer’s legs are broken walking
backwards in the forest the calling
the offering of nigh awakened so
soon after the tides roll in calm
waters warm tears began to pour
out flowing down stream he will
not leave me his chosen few
one baptism one forgiveness
one God the mountains shattered
tumbles filling the ocean
leading a pathway all over
the world back to Jerusalem
At the foot uv Pikes Peak sprawls the old minin' town uv Cripple Creek.
They wuz nigh on fifty-thousand folks thar when minin' wuz at its peak!
Ol' Bob Womack, a cowpoke, struck gold in Poverty Gulch stakin' his claim.
'Tis said he sold out fer 500 bucks and a jug o' booze - whut a pitiful shame!
Others with more business acumen moved in and made millions off'n them hills!
Platoons uv gamblers, soiled doves and saloons wuz thar fer the miner's thrills!
They wuz even a few preachers and churches to tame them rowdy souls!
The Ladies Cultural Society strove to guide the rabble to reach more noble goals!
To the west, Mount Pisgah, bare and bleak, stood sentry over the raucous town,
Located thar is the cemetery containin' the bones uv some uv dubious renown!
But it must be said that thar is some decent souls sleepin' on that dreary hill.
Thar lonely graves are swept by the winter winds that shriek so bleak and chill!
Pearl DeVere is buried thar, 'madam' uv the classiest cribs in Cripple Creek!
She catered only to upscale gentlemen, those with clout, men uv wealthy clique!
The undertaker done her up right smart and the town turned out when she died.
They saw her off in style with a grand parade and finest hearse fer her final ride!
'Doc Susie' Anderson is also buried at Mount Pisgah and wuz the inspiration,
Fer "Doctor Quinn, Medicine Woman" and is remembered with great admiration.
Saint and sinner, lawman and desperado lie side by side on that desolate hill.
Their lonely graves are swept by the winter winds that shriek so bleak and chill!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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we gathered our canteens
while coughing up
tar from the hidden gravel
across high terrain
through the mist of Ankara
teal fabric blew in the.breeze
over burnt orange fragments
torn from my temporal
mangled mind of madness
shifting the gates
of emotional tiredness
we'd waited above ground
as the evening roared
past us again in solitude
miles from Augsburg
I catered to the infamous thunder
beside the housing quarters
beneath the wretchid callings
shattered beyond such graveness
that beckoned our soul's to port here
a silence abode within me
amid the character lessons
followed abroad the cold shoulders
hitler had morbidly left behind