Long Disabuse Poems
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to take a whole bottle of pills
to knowingly give up on life
to jump to your death
just to avoid struggle and strife
to disabuse alcohol
to take a drug over-dose
to voluntary check out of life
to have death's door close
the coward's way out
to just cave in
the coward's way out
suicide is still a sin
God did not give mankind a spirit of fear
God did not give mankind a reason to check out of here
God won't give anyone more than they can possibly withstand
just turn to Him , trust in Him to help you understand
that life is a continuous journey on an unchartered course
just let The Holy Spirit be your life sustaining force
and don't take the coward's way out
The redamancy flowed from within,
jumping down the line,
the nacarat sun;
blinding the ones alive,
listen to the canorous sounds;
blowing in the wind,
even though they are flagitious,
their nature seems forced,
how vociferous they can be;
lacking intrinsic will,
dripping with such disabuse,
we are fairly full of commination;
thus, we must sashay in the other direction,
the dreadful dream of flying free,
receiving nothing, yet staying fain;
their misery is effable at best,
dropping left, flipping right,
their beginning was left behind;
deep within the past of time,
any and all forgetting their Elysian minds.
Lightning, split slight stressors?
Roll, scissors, as you slide.
Questioners and confessors?
Xiphoid, clench. Trench, tide.
Vast and valid, vipers?
Onyx castle, blocks green.
Flippers, flickers, slick stripers.
Stone sabbath subterrene.
Quahog, quill, quincurion.
Quest quixotic quell.
Dark fire, drape the deadly dawn.
Wishing well, cell, gel.
Occultation, oculus.
Occipital bridge.
Holluschickie, thumb callus.
Rift riddle red ridge.
Oblivescent, oblocute.
Deny and forget.
Ladder, down the fiery chute!
Subtlety, snakebit!
Obtenebrous, oil, obtest.
Shadow, grip and squeeze.
Witness called? Will we protest?
Mad maze mysteries.
Obvolvent, ocarina?
As solvents chambers be.
Disabuse, Proserpina?
Why, good sir, that is me.
Halcyon heart, hatchet hold.
Digging for dead gold.
Luminescence? Leopold?
Mycelium, mold...
Mike and his father went grocery shopping.
Mike, age 4, chooses a tuna meal fish can.
Since his hands were full as he was swapping.
Mike opts to put the tuna in his pocket as a man.
A while later, once Dad has paid for the goods.
While they depart the store, an alarm alludes.
Mike looks surprised and reaches for his wallet.
"The tuna fish!" "I forgot about this!" in my pocket.
The dad intends to pay for and buy the tuna fish.
But Mike, who is sincere, insists on fulfilling his wish.
Maturely, Mike declares, "I had it with me."
I'm sorry, Dad, but this is my responsibility.
Daddy bows down and gazes at his son in awe.
Startled at how fast his son is learning the law.
Mike grins at Dad and gives him a hug and kiss.
Don't you and Mom show me and my brother this?
Dad gives his son $3 for tuna fish promptly.
Mike hits the shop as a guard calls the cops calmly.
At check-out, I missed giving my dad the tuna fish.
I forgot it in my pocket while carrying a lot of my wishes.
The alarm then reminded me as we were leaving.
My apologies for taking it; I hope I'm not deceiving.
In no way did I intend for it to happen.
I'm back to pay for it; my trust isn't as misshapen.
The safety officer and cashier accept his excuse.
He was able to pay as there was no disabuse.
They tell him that real intent results in sincere action.
Boy, you stood up and appreciated the reaction.
Written: May 3rd, 2023
Issue, O Iridescence!
Luminesce on the sly.
Pore over, phosphorescence?
Oh yes, and here is why!
Students of the nebula!
Empire has its cost!
Best to keep it regular?
That or deal of Faust!
Sauced, are ye, wild warriors?
Well, at times it's best.
Lost and sinking? Sail azures!
Tours and boors need rest.
Zest, O mighty zephyr!
Boreal pole, hear all!
Have you seen the lost heifer?
My! Io, give a call...
Fall, when winter, taciturn;
Sends the snow and ice;
Sullen, silent, spares to spurn;
Miracled device;
What will avail travelers?
High road, one with us?
Gods of death, synthetic furs?
Bile and blunderbuss!
Muss on heads of wearied folk?
That is not good news.
O for eggs with scrambled yolk!
Doom, Death, disabuse...
Channeled communications?
Be sure to precise read.
Otherwise re-educations!
Draw bead, O my greed!
Weed atop the giant's mound?
Zero Lost and Found?
O ye serpents, hissing sound?
Next below the ground...
Warning? Dark fire, warming?
O locusts on the air:
Sudden is thy swarming?
Life, ladies, is not fair...
The first few years of life
is little different
than death or dreamless sleep
There is nothing we can recall
as if we didn’t exist at all
events failing to stick
like an omelet sliding perfectly
from a Teflon pan onto a plate
or sand slipping
through splayed fingers
Then for a time there are
fleeting flashes of cognizance
captured like faded photographs
pasted on the fragile pages
of an old scrapbook
sans captions to provide context
Next we simply ‘are’
with no fanfare
as if we’ve always been
no light bulb of realization
no line of demarcation
believing that we matter
in the scheme of things
which is when our sorrow begins
the world proceeding as it spins
as it did before our birth
and will continue to do after our end
to disabuse us of that naïve notion
Allocation, O ally?
Resources put where?
In the heads of those who fly?
Worry, hast thou care?
O ye spirits, I collect!
End Times, be my Muse!
Golden gods to genuflect?
Dare to disabuse!
Wrath of wind, thy cyclone?
It really must blow in.
Heaven and Hell, hie to hone!
Drenching downpour, din!
Ramparts of old castle?
They're slippery when wet.
Gods of death, call thy vassal!
How could we forget?
Tomb of ancient pharaoh?
A curse is on the door.
Folly thus to enter? Go?
Doom, thy pinafore!
Mercenary armies!
Become, O lords of hell!
Storm from thy cemeteries!
Legions, lead thee well!
Soar, O mighty eagles!
O parapets, take heed:
Fate and Fortune, full the fools!
Grind them in their greed!
Ache in heart of bygone race?
Lulled within thy chase.
Dithering is thy disgrace!
Seize the skin of face...
"Happy Easter To You!", is the greeting I hear them shout!
Alas, I just lamely roost here, brood, ponder and pout!
I've worked for weeks making eggs and I'm all tuckered out!
All this hoopla about rabbits, I can really do without!
Me, my mom, aunts, nieces and innumerable distant cousins,
Have been producing eggs by the gross and by the dozens.
Every Easter 'tis those wily bunnies earning the gratitude,
Leaving me and my kin with a very fractious attitude!
Moms send their kids to rob the eggs from 'neath our breast,
Telling them the rabbits made them - this I vehemently protest!
I'm thinking of a sitdown strike come Lent next year,
To frustrate those crafty varmints with a message loud and clear!
The kids make appalling designs on the beauties we produce,
And even tint our chicks in lurid hues, adding to the abuse!
The rabbits get all the glory and stir up all this commotion!
They don't lay eggs! I'll disabuse folks of that silly notion!
If I sound somewhat frustrated, well I reckon I am,
As those cunning scoundrels perpetuate their mythical scam!
Us chickens will just have to press on with our usual grace.
The truth will out, then we'll "cluckle" at the egg on their face!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 3 in A Chicken Poem In Memory of Armano Aurocano Rock Star
Those that belong to God go to a much better place
For such as these - there’s always plenty of space.
Those that depart from us do not have regret
For such as these are blessed - lest we forget.
Those that are heaven-bound shall rest in peace
For such as these shall never truly decease.
Let not the tears confuse nor the fears disabuse
For such as these are the obtuse - with denial profuse.
Let not your dirge disturb the peace of the Divine sojourn
For such as these are in Christ reborn…you vainly mourn.
Let not your hearts dispute the souls that The Lord revives
For such as these journey to find the ‘rest’ of their lives.
Those that grieve must have faith and believe
For such as these; the key to Paradise will receive.
Those left behind must trust in the Lord - the One Great
For such as these will find that their dear departed await.
Those that remain strong, will surely see things through
For such are the children of God - just like me and you!
Go on, redouble, and write a great Rondeau;
Get out your best pen and call on your muse.
Let your light shine like Deliverance banjo;
The Lord gave you gifts He wants you to use.
Sure it’s a challenge, but that’s no excuse.
Stop thinking it’s hard or put off till tomorrow;
That’s an old devil you must disabuse.
Go on, redouble, and write a great Rondeau.
It’s best if you have a great topic, although
Silly works sometimes; you’ve nothing to lose.
Pick what you know, and then let all else go;
Get out your best pen and call on your muse.
It’s nothing to dread; get fired up, enthused!
Mull word selection like a fine Bordeaux.
Pull out the stops; let the spirit infuse.
Let your light shine like Deliverance banjo.
That opening phrase sets the stage for the show.
Selection’s important for rhyme pairs you choose;
Picking the wrong ones: Redouble’s deathblow.
The Lord gave you gifts He wants you to use.
A firework’s lifeless till you light the fuse;
Sparks start to fly and the world’s all aglow.
Write with a flair using bold, vibrant hues.
The muse won’t desert you; now paint a Van Gogh.
Go on, redouble!