Long Hammer Poems
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Durin' my shaky academic career I was an 'A' pupil in gym and art,
But when it came to parsin' sentences, my grades just fell apart!
I could never get the drift or hang of puzzlin' English grammar,
Tho' teachers tried to pound such in my skull with not a too gentle hammer!
Beyond me was the understandin' and use of conjunctions,
Nor did I perceive anything about indefinite articles and their functions.
Predicates and past and present tenses I would not dare define,
Nor could I figger out how verbs and adverbs intertwine.
The definition and use of nouns and pronouns gave me a fit,
And describing adjectives, well, I could hardly pronounce or spell it.
I could not conceive the rules regardin' simple interjections,
And Lord have mercy if teach called on me to explain prepositions!
Somehow I muddled through English classes to gain my degree,
But I could have done without parsin' sentences if'n it was left up to me!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
When the sky splits open with a thunderclap’s roar
And shadows spill out on a trembling shore,
When cities hold breath in the hush before fear—
The Avengers assemble. The hour is here.
A shield like a sunrise, steadfast and bright,
Flashes defiance in the teeth of the night.
A hammer arcs wide through storm-shattered air,
Calling down lightning in answer to prayer.
Genius in armor of crimson and gold
Rises on fire, defiant and bold;
Circuits and courage in brilliant accord,
A man and his metal becoming a sword.
A whisper of footsteps, a spy in the fray,
Grace wrapped in danger, precise as a ray.
With secrets like daggers she dances the line
Between the abyss and a tenuous spine.
The archer stands silent, an arrow drawn tight—
Hope in the string and justice in flight.
Feather and focus, unerring and keen,
He threads the impossible gaps in between.
Then fury unshackled, emerald and vast,
A heartbeat too quick and a shadow too fast—
Rage like a tempest no walls can contain,
Yet born of a man who has wrestled with pain.
From star-forged horizons and timelines undone,
From realms yet unnamed and wars yet unwon,
They gather as one where the innocent stand—
A fragile blue world cupped in their hand.
Not gods, not legends, not myths carved in stone,
But flawed, beating hearts that answer the groan
Of a planet in peril, a people in need—
They rise not for glory, but simply to heed.
So when hope seems brittle and courage feels small,
Listen for thunder that rolls through it all—
For in darkest hours, when night seems to smother,
Earth’s mightiest heroes stand—
together.
If you follow my poem's flight,
Pray, hold it under no searchlight,
Worse, under prying microscope,
Give discreet ears and a long rope.
Let not your mind's nigh curious mouse
Set loose to probe unto its house,
Nor walk into its private rooms,
Dig out my hopes’ tenuous tombs,
Nor look for undue nuances
On meanings meant between two lines—
Poems mature long like good wines,
And good ones take some time to please.
And O look for no secret switch
To illumine its dark precincts,
If need be, curb all your instincts
To switch on the lights-- a false itch.
Take time, but dig not unto line,
Nor find fault with given design,
Dwell not on words. What's left unsaid
More crucial is than what gets said.
Nor, dear reader, try to hammer
Nor humiliate my humble piece—
A mother loves her child as is.
She’s privileged to nurture her,
Be mature nigh not to torture,
Nor analyze it part by part,
A piece is it of personal art,
Product of heart more than of head,
A bird free to sing her fond song--
A song deemed right, nor ever wrong,
Ergo, never give it a grade.
Be wary whenever you read,
It helps these dos and don'ts to heed,
When you choose my poem to read—
Breed of mine, to thee nigh like weed.
So, soften your critical dart,
Poems come with delicate heart.
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Musings | 06.07.11 | poems
The Poet's Hands Are Tied Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Newmann
SERENITY
Hitting hot hammer scorching Sun shines up high.
Weary thirsty Jacobin cuckoo to cry.
Clouds melting in rains with thunderstorms to fly.
Rainy season trying to moisten soil dry.
Fury of passion like glowing ember got shrunken.
Chasing Summer Rains appear in sequence
soothing dry spell on aqua opulence
softening tremendous heat in cool essence.
pacifying hot wrath of Summer, though intense.
Rains bring bliss, command of Summer was shaken.
Whimsy wind furrowing white torn pieces of cotton clouds.
In seamless sky luminous Moon is allowed
Glory of rufous auburn Autumn stepping loud.
Carrying pearly pristine peace Autumn feels proud.
Calm tranquil serenity to awaken.
08/26/20
'Serenity Awakened' Contest by Regina McIntosh
Captive to the rainstorm
Riding the glaring lightening flare
Blistering the silent egg shaped moon
Tearing open the limitless midnight sky
Flashing with the vengeance
Of fierce exquisite white gold
Splitting the whirlwind atmosphere
With the perfection of stillness
Transpiring with the serrated shape
Of its jagged naked energy
Thundering within turbulent caverns
Of the bowels of the universe
Crashing like brittle blasts
Pursued by crackling ghosts resounding
Screaming, striking the dormancy
Far into the opulent blanket of earth
Transposing the primal jolt of its deliverance
Like the swinging Hammer of Zeus
With such majesty and wild haste
Like the utter abandonment in the thrust of great force
Challenging my breath with its repercussion
Its rumination and countenance
Of my impaled soul!
August 5, 2019
I am on predizone or nitrachrome or some other such for my asthma kit.
Who invented asthma anyway, and why? It helps absolutely no one my friend!
A result is that I’m a drug addict this week; and I don’t like it the least little bit.
I don’t do well on predizone or Midol or Science Diet or booze of any kind.
My old boss, also my best friend in the world used to say, “Don’t have a fit.”
“Take a pill, stay at home.” She would continue. “ We can do without your mania today.”
It took 4 sleeping pills and a hammer in my head to let me sleep 2 hours last night,
It’s 8 a.m. and I already know my husband Joe’s idea of a good day is to stay out of sight.
in every pack of pistachios there are
one or two shells which are resistant to
the fingernail the addictive leverage
the satisfying splitting apart
you put them aside and save them for later
meanwhile pick, click, chew and finally
return to the awkward ones
refusing to yield their treasure
curse them go ahead curse them you won't
be defeated, you will solve their riddle
you will break their will
maybe they can be persuaded
by tiny hammer or rolling pin
we don't have a rolling pin
but don't we have a nutcracker somewhere
there was one at christmas, and
something else happens more wine
a movie some family business and the
two nuts stay on the edge of the table
waiting to be splintered or just tossed in
the trash in the cold morning light
"Order, Order, All rise"
The voice echoes like an aftermath;
Bringing a chill to the Atmosphere.
As the highest in authority infiltrates the inhabited chambers.
to the commoner, I am known simply as Magistrate or Judge;
To the elite, Adjudicator, Expert Connoisseur.
All walks of life situate themselves before me with one thing customary ILLEGALITY!!!
With the aid of my two abettor solicitors, whom have rehearsed their part in this cavort.
One to vindicate the appellant,
The other to arraign arbitration without plausible dilemmas.
listening to the monotonous rigmarole, on and on and on,
Mutter, mutter, mutter:
The thrill of just banging the hammer, interrupting the nattering and shouting:
" LIFE IN BONDAGE, OR TO THE GALLOWS OR HANG HIM TILL HIS DEAD!"
Appeals to my better nature.
For I see it, who so ever stands before me should suffer maximum punishment;
Be he innocent or guilty, he should not have got caught.
But, alas, the cat has to give the mouse a sporting chance,
Then I will make my judgement swift and quick.......
Like a stalker,
You got me staring at you;
The sun shone brighter upon you,
The scorching heat onto your bald head.
I melted your solid brains,
Got a free ride around your mind.
You caught my eyes,
So, you blushed like a shy bride.
Speechless as a guilty cheat,
Secret words escaped your lips,
“You are beautiful!” you marveled,
For a moment, I was startled
I hear that often, but not with your voice
It creates a difference, changes the game.
I crushed your innocent heart,
Got you loving me by chance!
So, tell me about you,
Are you a literature lover?
Make me you’re Angelou
I will write and recite all the ballads and lyrics,
For you, the winner of my soul.
How do you like it? Open or concealed?
I will be your PA at service,
Available before you call my name.
Where do we start from?
Be direct, hammer that nail into my heart,
Get me going crazy over you.
I love you too,
Simplicity is my principle; I am a time saver.
Like the only rose among thorns,
Come, let me take you home to my heart,
To dine with me whenever hunger strikes,
For my rivers never go dry.
HAVE I SUFFERED ENOUGH
Reminiscing through all my memories lying around in my mind
Stored within different prisms, plucked whenever I am inclined
Happier times oft-repeated, sometimes I can never get enough
Helps me over the times when the going was sometimes rough
Life in all has been good to me; I'm more than grateful for that
I accept that I am just a member of this world’s blessed habitat
Always had a home, food upon my plate, a bed to sleep at night
And freedom to walk upon this earth as was my God-given right
Witnessed wars, genocide, starvation, as others homeless plight
Forgetting never how lucky I am with a life that is always alright
Never lived this life without expecting that the hammer could fall
To shatter my illusions, my life ripped apart as be God’s only call
So I may truly suffer others suffering in their troubled pained life
Understand their emotions, of a life filled with nothing, but strife
To leave this earth one day, knowing what life really had to teach
That there are other levels of pain on this earth one has to reach
Before one can say that they have truly on this earth really lived
Until then one cannot stand in front of God, and be truly bridged
Indiana Shaw . . .