Long Deign Poems
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(This atheist imagining, envisioning,
and adopting a religious stance
asper extra-marital prance
sing unsheathing ma lil lance.)
if wand whoosh,
a mollified Genie could wave
abracadabra spellbinding mine fate, aye
would rejoice beholding,
an African Queen to stave
more precious then
fine spun gold (for Josephine) to buy
time against tortured Golgotha kepi
mein kempf wracking fate, thence pave
ving a stairway to heaven
after this ivory pawn doth die
cleansing, exorcising, and flushing
infidelity kindling lover misbehave
yore (ah Jove) many
full lush blue moons ago,
when verboten fruit
yours truly didst deaf fie
temptation no amount
renouncing sin spent kneeling, this knave
scrutinizing engravure etched with blessed
"Jesus, bare naked Amazon Mary
and Joseph" motif guy
interweaved by pointed
finger of Goddess Sheba almighty
beckoned deft fiat halting joist
lowered nondescript plain rigid casket
swallowed by grave
temporally ushered whirled wide
webbed rebirth where I
received life anew breathless composure
dousing errant fellow
guilt honestly iterated, jackanapes
kneaded licentious maligned narcissistic
opprobrious philandering questing re: deprave
transgressions, whereat this gentile Jew did lie
unclothed satisfying prurient crave
ving vitiating marital covenant, now my
soul asylum anointed, via sedulous, glorious,
and fabulous Nubian enchantress deign nigh
ying celibacy decreeing
expurgating sexual crave
ving, hence thy status as Zen eternal
Eunuch (corny punster)
as acceptable punishment bequeathed
by said deliquescent, iridescent,
and opalescent dreamt up
"FAKE" pitch black Negroid hallucination
from over active imagination
me didst truly ply.
*Image of Abstract, Yellow, Fireflies provided by Pixabay.
Aliferous Light
Fireflies glint yon verdures lush blades
in their trancelike swells midst farmlands
stilled beasts ... surreal stars charades
shadowy realm lone moon commands.
Zephyrs thrust e'er more, rousing whole
fireflies glint yon verdures lush blades
deign wrenched ... ethereal control
neath nascent twilight's hazy shades.
Winged beacons currents dusk evades
dreamlike bugs e'er so oft lithe frames,
fireflies glint yon verdures lush blades
where breeds unreal orphic claims.
Languor beetle's their temporal flights
... imaginary thoughts cascades
prompts a fond adieu, dimming lights,
fireflies glint yon verdures lush blades.
2021 May 30
*3rd Place*
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 June 02
Sire she's been sighted
two miles south of Sinai,
our sentinels say she has brought a river,
her baggage train stretches into the ancient sands,
the envoys of her retinue spoke of marvelous gifts,
beasts and creatures of the Orient
gems that glitter like the eyes of children
summer baskets of gold bullion
and satchels of spice from Siam,
our men said they could smell the barrels of balsam Sire...
To travel with such unmistakable wealth
the Queen must have brought a war machine along,
have desert brigands been spotted near the route...
No my King, no raider encampments have been observed,
just the regular rabble and agape villagers,
it's been confirmed that her associates
are passing to the people pouches of cinnamon...
I don't trust the Egyptians,
they may try to incite the Bedouins to foolhardy thievery,
our Nation's honor demands
that not even the dust of the devil's danger
deign to dry upon the clothes of her most distant servants,
if the House of Zion can secure a partnership
with the trading powerhouse of Sheba
our supremacy over the Babylonians will be indomitable...
I pledge my life, and that of my family's
to her caravan's safety Sire...
So mote it be General,
your loyalty is my blessing,
may it be as strong as the staff of Moses,
dispatch 333 of the Lion's Legion
to reinforce the Queen's guard
and send a circuit of 15 water wagons...
What does a Queen dream of
in the calm desert nights...
I dream of roses melting
into snake bitten hearts,
I've dreamt of citadels broken
by the grips of greed,
I've seen a child walking out of a tomb,
what does a King dream of
in the shadow of paradise...
I dream of thorned stars,
the division of labor and wages,
of priests and Judges
whom wish to rule quietly without blame...
Do you know what thrilled me the most
about the Court reception...
Tell me, my cinnamon Queen...
The seduction of your Servants' silence
as I entered your meticulous throne room...
I understood their awe,
you moved so gracefully,
your body like an ancient lust
your face a flame of royalty...
I think I fell in love with your eyes,
there is something rough about you Solomon,
but your eyes and lips
relay a sweet mercy to me...
Mercy is never free Veronica...
I will pay the price...
We will pay the love cost together...
J.A.B.
GISELLE AND MOM
My name is La Belle Giselle,
Round my neck is a bell,
Love my mom, who feeds me,
But sneak out for a midnight
Snack up our lovely oak tree,
Or wander in the garden
For a yummy
Meal, fill my tummy
Then feel content, fat and cool,
Marcelle knows what
I’m up to,
He’s no bodies fool.
He’s getting old, so sleeps,
Just sleeps and purrs,
Next to Dad, both of
Us have such silky furs!
I always bring a small tit bit
For Marcelle, but tonight split
It in two, one for you,
Which I always do,
Giselle whispers to Marcelle,
And one for mom
She will be so proud
Of me, no doubt!
My lips are all bloody
And my whiskers too,
Had to tiptoe back in, but clean
Any mousy or grasshopper
Blood or goo, too true,
And jump up on the duvet
You bet,
And knead, a comfortable place
Next to mum, my own space!
Killer by night and by day
Lovable kitty,
Mom always lets me have my way!
Next morning, rudely awoken
By screams and a yell
Last night I had found out how
To loosen my bell,
So mom couldn't hear
And therefore tell,
But I no longer felt swell,
For there was a nasty smell,
Come here kitty cat said mum,
As she refastened my loose bell,
Sorry, I wanted to say,
It was merely a gift,
To say wow what a great face lift,
But will never, ever deign,
Bring you a dead mouse again!
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True add verse situation,
whereat me mission
trans send dint state didst ache
after yours truly nearly
did nearly break
chassis 'pon took drastic
over corrective measure,
not quite August,
nor jejune piece of cake,
while rounding raised
curbed contra corner
suddenly felt wrath of wife quake,
viz passenger rear tire
gone flat as a pancake
impresario found myself
hearing Thus Spake,
Zarathustra, when in truth...
twas ma constricted trach.
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Some weeks back
acting so cool and chic - bank
king all bravado, machismo
self importance, and frank
lee babbling like a cripple creek
off by a black key with Hank
Williams tune imagining
myself swaggering like a lank
key trump petting Don
(feigning faw being "Beefy") plank
walking lampoon able
laughingstock Freaky, thank
less as a lapsed worn eraser head
pencil necked Geek yank
key doodle dandy hood be
forced to do penance as cap
pit dull leotarded asinine
arthouse flop, where nary any words
(worth their weight in gold)
described my benign
behavior, NOT even
smattering of unflattering deign
nig grating hammock colorful expletives,
that would find an ensign
sailor to blush at my inept
shameless travesty over the line
utter in apropos totally tubularly
moronic juvenile mine
ness zero car raze zee antics,
didst drive my doppelganger nine
tee bajillion miles away in search
of another auto body – pine
ning for newer model
then a 2009 Hyundai Sonata sign
ning off contract with this
stunt driver wannabe
unimpressively try'n
to act the blithe dare devil,
while thee spouse didst wine
and scream more'n bloody Mary
as the gunned axle nearly broke
trying my damn nest to
"FAKE" dagger a type cloak
his husband resembled a fool,
where angels fear to tread didst evoke
unsuccessful, unstinting, and unsparing
unstrung epithets of colorful expletives
unsuitable for poetic folk
boot urgent prayer went out
to incredible Hulk
Hogan, and/or even the ghost
of Andre The Giant, this haint no joke!
Well, it's again that time to make a fresh start,
Concoctin' another lot of resolutions to impart.
I'll try to come up with some that are easy to surmount,
And perhaps this year actually carry them out!
Toppin' my list I resolve to buy a new scales.
When I mount the one I own, it never fails.
Tellin' me that I weigh more than I think I should.
My understandin' of this dilemma is not at all understood!
To lessen calories, fats and such I'll curtail my food intake,
Therefore, I'll consume no hamburgers, pizzas or chocolate cake.
I'm sure this restriction won't apply to eatin' gobs of ice cream,
But if it does, somehow, I'll have to create a devious scheme!
To please my spouse and appear more reputable,
And I suppose it might be more socially acceptable,
For church I'll deign to wear a stiflyin' tie and coat,
Sufferin' through interminable sermons clutchin' at my throat!
Even with the best of intentions to keep these pledges should I fail,
And in my lackadaisical attempts they should come to no avail,
The Lord willin' I'll be around come this time next New Year,
To contrive new resolutions to which I pledge to adhere!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 4 in Carolyn Devonshire's "New Years Resolutions" Contest - Dec 2010
Brilliant light and sound show
not disappointing forecasters promised
outstandingly uproarious performance
powerful winds rage
against the machine
embark to score prestigious
chart chopping hit
pliancy of heavy
boughs sorely tested
ear splitting cacophony
presaged coming fury
within safe shelter of B44,
I hunkered down
analogous to brave soldier
avoiding deadly crosshairs
imagining villainous turncoat
targeting yours truly, now
considering me enemy sniper fire
body instinctively crouches
against impending "FAKE" battle
suspected collusion trumpeting
thunderous applause issuing prelude
betokening nonpareil symphonic
unscored cacophonous rendition,
where pliant limbs
deign to welcome
impending stormy "Daniel" reign
impossible kickstarting boots
on the ground impossible mission
mere mortals cannot hush
their lame clout ineffective against
weapons of mass destruction
unleashed by Gaia
forcing immediate recall
atavistic survival skills
tapping into fifty shades
gray matter within
primitive brain stem
long atrophied primal beast,
an individual object lesson
desperately summoning
emergency measures
lest life and limb
whiplashed to pulp
by furiously roaring winds
fierce howling tempest
reminding 21st
century *****sapiens
merciless Mother Nature
intolerant toward global indignity,
perhaps foregone
watershed of extermination
points ship of fools be damned!
If it please the Court,
I have a layman's question
about this federal government shutdown.
I'm guessing you all have noticed
in the Constitution's Preamble
that it's ultimate purpose democratically includes
to create a more perfect union.
I'm wondering if you are concerned,
as I am,
that when the President swore to defend that Constitution
maybe he hadn't read
and actually comprehended his administrative responsibilities
toward achieving this "more perfect union"
Rather than throwing all his CEO resources
behind creating a more perfectly partisan disunion,
which I believe background discussion notes
from the forefathers' constitutional convention
mention as a toxic aberration
They cooperatively hoped
their authentic democratic intention
would thereby preclude
future partisan inflation.
With this historical-contextual conserving background
in fundamental instructive mind,
I would like to hear your legal opinion
about the President's constitutional right (or flatulent wrong)
to disproportionately shutdown federal government staffing
and financial resources
in those States where the majority
did not deign to vote
for his royal disloyal majesty.
I suppose my conservative economic follow-up question,
If this is the President's constitutional right,
to create a more perfect partisan disparity,
then does kleptocratic bipolarity follow
corporations and private citizens
in Blue States
will be paying a proportionally reduced federal tax rate?
to avoid repeating historic royal exploitation problems
For example, Boston tea party shout outs
actively resisting unfair-share taxation
paid by those without his trumped up
authoritative over-capitalized Highness
and golden ballroom misrepresentation.
Let not your heart be troubled by the recruiter's garrulous spiel!
After all, he's paid to embellish army life to offer you a fabulous deal!
When he called you 'private' you assumed there'd be privacy in store.
Never mind that you must share the latrine with fifty guys or more!
Make it a policy to eat all the curious grub the cooks slop on your tray!
Compliment the mess sarge - it might defer you from KP for another day!
Tell your sarge his wife is lovely - though she's as homely as Hooligan's goat!
He is certain to acclaim your acumen and a three-day pass he's apt to float!
Always appear busy - walk around with a clipboard in hand wearing a frown.
The captain might promote you to PFC on the spot so don't you let him down.
If a grumpy sergeant should deign to ask what you're doing, you could retort,
"Sarge, the colonel told me to inventory flypaper use on post and submit a report!"
Never volunteer for anything, though it may be an offer you shouldn't refuse!
Arrange things neatly in your footlocker for display and always shine your shoes!
Sergeants like things regular and complete, so don't give them any sass.
Officers' mega-egos are crushed if you don't salute, so always salute the brass!
Scrub the floor, shave your mug and be ready for Saturday morning inspection.
Best you pass the captain's scrutiny else he won't shower you with affection!
Keep your hair cut, a crease in your pants and you'll get along without a glitch.
They might even see fit to promote you to general on your very first hitch!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I know it started skin-deep. Pull! In love I fell.
Charm gave kinetic kick; Unique magical spell!
I don't negate the touches; Tea to refresh!
Did we not rise above our hunger of the flesh?
Did I impose any constrain? Did I demand?
To fulfill my desires, did I ever command?
Did I receive more and gave very miserly?
Did I not bestow you liberty entirely...?
I reserved no gains in you for my egotism,
Offered myself with an absolute altruism;
Flawless perfection was not that in you I sought,
It's toward honest love that I had always fought...!
Your waiting for hours for me to come back to deign,
Waiting on me while ill, midst your physical pain;
Staying close when rich; in penury still closer,
In times of troubles you became poise-composer...!
This is why our love, today, has turned true marvel,
Resurrecting and reviving from stages larval;
Passions, like reservoirs of nectar, brim-filling,
Our life has been tree near streams, in freshness thrilling...!
11 August 2022
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