Long Dilemma Poems
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we are a bundle of contradictions
on one hand bliss magnetism pervades form
on the other, earth life continues to test
love alone’s real but how to conform
the message of the master is simple
all conflicts must be healed by love alone
yet when called upon to fight injustice
principles discarded, we’re on our own
our back against the wall, where’s the option
save doing what it takes to do what’s right
for to lie down and pretend we are dead
is surely a betrayal of God’s light
we wish not to be drawn into battle
so we turn to God to steer our life’s course
since our master’s counsel must be obeyed
and conflict resolved without use of force
Hired Hand
6-8-2016
Some people work hard but can also be lazy,
Thinking one person can be both, isn’t so crazy.
Being an early bird, may not be to his liking,
Even though his physique could be called striking;
Early risers generally, are the ones to get ahead,
Not those who choose to stay snuggled in bed.
Hard work, I’ve been told, has never killed a soul,
He’ll never accumulate much in terms of a bankroll.
To follow instructions seems to make him squirm,
Thinking he should be boss not someone’s worm?
But he’s more than willing and has a good heart,
His dilemma is getting here, at work time, to start.
My day started at seven and he’s not here at noon,
He’ll tell a pitiful story that will make me swoon.
He likely wonders why he can’t find steady work,
Perhaps it’s just because he’s an undisciplined jerk.
With the fourth of July on a Wednesday,
Seems like everyone's slightly confused;
Though for children and fireworks makers,
They're sure to be extra-enthused.
For those on vacation, you've got a whole week
With the Fourth falling smack in the middle;
But if just a long weekend is all you can take,
Then your choice is as tough as a riddle.
Do you pack up and leave on the Friday before
And drive home as the fireworks burst?
Or do you start your weekend in holiday mode
As excitement gets slowly reversed?
This dilemma extends to each township as well -
When to sponsor your bang-up display?
On the Fourth when some people will not be around
Or on pre or post-Fourth Saturday?
To the purist, the answer is clear as can be
For the Fourth of July is unique;
So let's celebrate Wednesday, although I am sure
We'll hear cherry bombs all through the week!
The President is facing a dilemma:
should he try to remove a pickle from his left ear?
He phoned the caveman for advice,
the phone is answered by his hairy wife,
upon hearing of the Presidents pickle situation
she replied tartly,
“You should eat only broccoli and kale,
and avoid the fatty parts of the whale.”
The president is clearly shaken.
He bestows upon the hairy, caveman’s wife
an ambassadorship to the North Pole.
The caveman’s wife merely grunts, then:
“And take that pickle out of your stupid ear!”
“Neanderthals,” he mutters reaching for the ketchup;
“can’t live with them; can’t live without them.
I EMPTY THE NIGHT, YOU RISE THE SUN
Roaming in romantic aroma
I sank into self-made illusion,
Too confused in wobbling dilemma.
On the axis through heart and soul
spinning my hesitant emotion.
As you were playing an inert role,
my ardent ardor might end in dream.
At last my desire touched your passion.
Now I will taste love in full cream.
I empty the night, you rise the Sun
Rhyme scheme A-B-A-C-B-C-D-B-D-B
06/10/18
Rhyme Time 4-10 Lines Contest by Laura Loo.
Father, I must unburden my soul, I must confess,
For my soul is in great distress.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,
I love a married man way more than a friend.
I know this sin is worthy of Hell,
Yet, I had no warning before I fell.
All this time I have tried to forget,
The day we met.
I have tried and failed,
To forget his intoxicating smell.
I have tried so very hard,
To put up an impenetrable guard.
I failed once again,
And now must confess my sin.
I must get this off my chest,
For, even now I am unable to rest.
Every time I close my eyes,
I see his face and my soul cries.
I hear his voice,
For I fear I have no choice...
I fear I must love him for all time,
Without reason and without rhyme.
I fear I must give my heart to him,
Even though every time he is near my eyes fill to the brim.
I fear my soul is unable to be redeemed,
For he is every dream I have ever dreamed.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,
And I fear I will do it again and again.
For I love a man with all my heart,
Even if that isn't smart.
I fear he is the only man,
I will ever love again.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,
I'm sorry that I'm not sorry, and if I must own my sin,
I will do it again and again...
Amen!
"He won the war outside but lost the battle within"
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Criticism after criticisms were hurled at me,
I bore it all silently,
I cried endlessly...
One day I suddenly realised,
to take care of my body was my duty.
with this thought I became a warrior.
Next time they criticized,
I shouted back,
all my thoughts I shot at them.
What you are doing is not right!
Stop it outright!
Henceforth I will not keep quiet!
Everyone became quite, scared of me.
They gave it every day but when it came to them,
they couldn't handle criticism!
I fought like a warrior mustering all my courage,
it was not easy but I gained victory!
Since that day they were careful,
their criticisms were minimal,
even that were answered back politely,
I didn't cry unnecessarily.
But my conscience kept pricking me,
I was hurting them!
I was sinning!
I had become bad.!
I changed again.
To fight or not is an eternal dilemma,
it has no solution.
They were happily wed for fifty years but a dilemma that nettled,
Was their differing political leanings that they never, ever settled!
Every time a local or national election cycle approached,
The battle began as the virtues of their candidates were broached!
The donkey was the symbol of the party espoused by Ma,
And the elephant was the emblem of the party championed by Pa!
They agreed on how to raise the kids and on matters of religion,
But to agree on political affairs - nary one little smidgen!
For generations Ma's leanings were in-bred - she'd never convert.
Pa held similar feelings - his beloved party he'd never desert.
The slightest mention of the attributes of the opposing candidate,
Would spark another inflammatory table-pounding debate!
The outcome of elections they'd both eagerly anticipate.
Invariably, one of them gloated leaving the losing one irate!
If the man steering the ship of state committed a silly dido,
The other danced with glee saying, "Didn't I tell you so!"
Their never-ending spat even continued beyond the grave,
As on separate stones these epitaphs they did engrave:
"Here a Democrat lies; A lovely wife with the wrong party ties!"
"Here a Republican lies; A loving spouse but politically unwise!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Exploring secrets of the enigmatic veiled nature ,
And enthusiastically glorifying strange ways of
almighty,
I traversed as a liberated soul.
Until you stepped into my life and stole my
thunder,
And stood invariably at the receiving end,
Kept me on the horns of dilemma.
That extravagant obsession that I now detest,
Conferred me countless sleepless nights,
Where I kept counting stars in the sky.
Nature repairs her ravages, but not all,
Uptorn trees are not rooted again, parted hills left
scarred,
No thorough repair to the eyes that have dwelt in
the past......... in those sleepless nights !!
SECRET STORM
Secret storm in heart salient yet on silent scream.
Gale outburst tears off passionate petals of ardent ardor.
Gust in lust on thrust brought redolence from past
Love is whirling in my mind causing enigma
putting emerald emotion in dilemma
sinking in violent vortex of stupor.
Hidden memory igniting my thirst not to be quenched.
Whom I had left at a corner of path of my life
still pricking piercing my heart throbbing with pulse.
Tempest in mind smothered senses in intense impulse.
Secret storm in soul never allowing me to forget or tolerate
In vain trying to seek solace in turmoil and turbulence.
10/24/18
Sixth Place
'Soap Opera Titles' Contest by Janis Thompson
Contest No 515 by Brian Strand.