Long Injunction Poems
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Speak not rose of lady youth in manner now barbarian,
In presence yet uncouth.
Unworthy of a dirt which lives traverse.
A specter of recluse, a sum indeed perverse.
Finger of defiance, solitary stone.
No right to see a sun hath ever shone.
Those agree will likewise see a darker hour.
Compassions mote wherein will stay no power.
Door of redemption, light high-gloried path,
So spilt each night in blind were I a different
Troubled mind,
Each time left un-renewed,
But never left behind.
Self-imposed injunction, writ of fear upon us all
For lessor treasons to each heart.
A scaffolding erected long before all conscious minds
Could comprehend.
Hateful bully, now forgiven, intellectually sad.
Shallow grave lain upon a lifetime lived.
Presence of a lonely heart from start to start.
Am I my sister’s keeper after all.
Could I become more than I am.
Released to choose a life I’m given.
Die a death to which all souls are driven.
What life but lonely search unknown.
Touch or sound from whence we come,
To walk upon this earth left splintered,
Shaken un-mistaken, for the life to which we’re bound.
Give me the ball, sir, I will go with pride so forth.
All iniquity done for less the worth.
I have no tear to cry.
I will love this life and all until I have no will to try
Then close my eye in awe
And taste nor tarry blood now un-remaining.
Relinquish proof of sound
To both thine ears un-staining.
Looking upon the Eucharist that clips our heart.
The sole journey to the promise Land of thought,
Not as that which ended up in forty years.
But the one that has brought sorrow in laughter to our face.
From the first year of life,
Had our lives made to see the lens book.
That mama with cane and pampered,
Launched us to face the hit of that which looks so Arabic to the eyes.
In this our castle was built till adulthood,
That all stressed out for gaining admission.
As Hanna in Shiloh it was granted.
With a spirit filled in joy acceptance was made.
But as the children of our slave Marsha, bill was lashed on us.
For the joy that has laid in our heart that we dare look not.
With no knowledge that pant will be the source of promotion.
While awaiting the burial of CGPA for any refusal.
Save, oh save dear great divine!
For the joy that needs to await our brides are taken for marks.
Please hear me as I make a prayer.
For an order of injunction to restrain the brides
From this place of lettered.
And for such further order or orders as my Lord may deemed fit to make.
No, oh no,
This will be heartless and inhuman to them.
For our world will be dark should this be granted.
Rather the prayer must be,
Please hear me as I make this prayer in respect of our brides.
For an order that the joy of aftermath of Sodom and Gomorrah.
Be that of those whom libido have lost its track.
An order that the prayer of Joshua on those that rebuild,
The wall of Jericho be that of the people.
And for such further order or orders as my Lord may deemed fit to make.
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Each night lurid visions danced before me in the dark
staring with eyes of an eagle, sharp beak of a hawk.
I woke, and in the mirror, my face was white as chalk,
screaming with the brazen voice of a raven's squawk.
It seems I'd been struck with some cursed malediction.
That's what a shrink said, "It's an abnormal infliction.
I'd like to observe you for a time, under constriction
and also suggest you might pray for a benediction."
Did he believe I was sick enough for extreme unction?
Or standing at the crossroad of a mental malfunction?
Anger was building, and I had the wild compunction
to run away before he ordered a restraining injunction.
He ran after me shouting, "I'm afraid you're delirious!"
I laughed out loud and shouted back, "Are you serious?
You won't lock me up! Stop acting so damned imperious."
Then voices started whispering. It was quite mysterious.
DELIRIOUS? NO, NOT ME!!!
Go away and let me be!
I heard them rant all day and night, in shadowed halls,
snarling voices calling my name from within the walls.
In dreams they cried out for me in deep guttural calls
I cowered in a corner each time I heard their footfalls.
What trick were they using to infuse me with insanity?
They moved much too close, robbing me of my vanity
I cursed them with vile words of unleashed profanity
then thought, is this a case of psychotic inhumanity?
Anger became the flint to ignite the flames of my fire
Each whisper became a thorn, condemning me a liar.
On and on they chanted, like evil demons in a choir
as the walls of my deep abyss rose higher and higher.
The beasts never tear my flesh; they claw at my soul.
I'm suffering with emotional stress and losing control.
There's no virtue left inside of me that I can still extol.
I'm being swallowed into cryptic depths of a sinkhole.
DELIRIOUS? Is it possible I may be?
Fiendish laughter vexes me.
August 9th, 2020
N-A Rerun 10 Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Original Post Date: July 24th, 2020
Written for the Delirium Contest
If nowadays we have become so wise
And are proud achievers
Who have explored the world from our cradle;
If these days men would hear with their eyes
And men would speak by their actions
And would prefer to reason with their flesh;
If today you see chicken gnaw bones
And billy hunt and prey on rodents,
Do not stand to stare or wonder,
For these are the last days!
When a day's old child would stare,
When teens have now become bachelors;
When at twelve you have known
Men and women and fulfil God's injunction
To procreate and litter the earth with waifs.
If at twenty six your name goes
With the scholastic print of Ph. D.
And when at thirty sitting at your verandah
Having coloured teeth from tobacco and kola.
What else are you waiting for my friend?
Do not wait on what the earth has to offer,
Prepare your bed and die,
For these are the last days!
If nowadays we have become so wise,
If today we are proud achievers,
We are like the young child, Umu,
Who sighted a ripe mango amidst dozens
Of unripe mangoes up in the tree.
He detest the burden of climbing
And would never think of waiting
For the mango to fall to the ground.
In his excitement, he pulled up the young stalk
Of a healthy peer tree and
Threw it up at the mango tree.
He threw it up again and again and before
He could struck down the one ripe mango,
He had plucked and emptied dozens
Of unripe mangoes to the earth.
He picked the one ripe mango
Among the others and left in triumph!
If nowadays we have become so wise,
If today we are proud achievers,
When an infant would reject
His mother's breast because he has no time,
Do not stand to ask why or wonder,
For these are the last days
That shall give birth to a new era!
EXPIRATION :
Existence of certainties and uncertainties,
Governed by disclosed and undisclosed warrantees,
The story is actually a mystery.
Promises become unfulfilled,
And the expectants turn to wail.
If we choose to talk about that,
Nothing would be considered by heart.
It's still the same old tale without doubt,
Of which men of ages didn't understand.
We've heard of it more and more,
And we've felt its sharp pain before.
It's bounded by no law,
Thusly, appears anytime it wants.
Many a time we try to foreclose it,
By setting walls against its exhibits.
But we end up at the same junction,
Whereby it present itself as an injunction.
And we only mark it with a memory,
For it can't be forever discarded by money.
In fact, it can be avoided by nothing,
As it truly remains inevitable.
Its visitation is unpredictable.
How we wish we would overcome it,
But freely does it shows itself in a flit;
Causing a precious life to cease and efface.
That's when the soul goes to an unspecified place,
And the soma also returns to its origin.
Then ammased earthly treasures become futile.
Absolutely, we're all standing aghast,
As one day we all would breathe our last.
If I should discover that mysterious genie bottle by any chance,
And was granted three wishes that my existence they might enhance,
It would be very tempting to wish for fame and all the world's pelf!
But, such an opportunity would require that I look well beyond myself!
I would wish for PERMANENT PEACE in this troubled sphere.
That Freedom's Bell would peal out its joyous news for all to hear!
That tyranny would be trampled and that those who foment strife,
Would simply leave other folks in peace to pursue the abundant life!
I would wish for the elimination of all HUNGER and DISEASE,
And that pain and suffering, with heartfelt compassion could ease.
That rampant homelessness and despair would forever cease,
And that brotherhood and concern for others would increase!
I would wish for INTEGRITY in government beginning with our own.
That governments in all nations and at all levels would set the tone!
That world-leaders would heed the Prophet Isaiah's sage injunction,
To seriously reason together - perhaps the world would better function!
The likelihood of this mere mortal being faced with such a decision,
Is rather slim and an awesome responsibility that I cannot envision!
But would not one be rather remiss to skirt such an opportunity,
To better the lives of His people and the worldwide community?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Honorable Mention in Amy Green's If I Could Have 3 Wishes Contest
I journey across time to get what is rightfully mine;
I journey across time to view the galaxies from the hill
and absorb the sweet scents from succulent grape blowing from a distance.
The stars are shining and the moon is standings still
And I have something wonderful to share with all of you over there
The tree is growing and its branches are spreading and I am still standing
strong because this is the best fruit they have on the land
Come with me to galaxy and let me show you what I see
Come with me to the galaxy and have dinner with me
Billions of stars decorated in the sky are holding the universe
Together with hands, foot, caps and limbs rubbing against the other
A myriad of stars are singing to a spectacular rhythm in the sky,
with thousands of galaxies moving in one direction, pulling the magnetic field along with an eye-catching imagery clumped together it’s mesmerizing and captivating
I see them flying in and out, not knowing what they are about
they are shooting rockets in the sky but they are not landing anywhere.
But the galaxy is still riding along singing a bountiful song.
I can hear them screaming above their head, I thought that somebody was dead, but it was a grand jubilee for those hiding in the tree.
They have just lifted the injunction that has grounded the plane in the skies; they have just lifted the injunction so that all can travel without fear.
They have lifted the injunction so that everyone can purchase the controversial goods that was left hanging in the atmosphere
Come and journey with me to the sky and watch the stars dancing.
I feel so freaking, God-like good;
I feel My chest-expanding heart
and the mad frenzy in My blood,
which tear My mind and soul apart!
These urgent voices in My head
reverberate and echo loud
memories and regrets now dead
and buried in a forsaken shroud;
they scream at Me, "You're the Devil!"
They prophesy the Anti-Christ,
and accuse Me of all the evil
since mankind first became enticed.
I refuse their shrill, satanic call;
and find in the Apocalypse
that God's avenging Angel of all
is Me who is the world's eclipse.
"Not Anti-Christ!" I now reply.
"Not Devil!" I begin to shriek,
"for the Lamb of the world am I,
the Lord's Messiah for the meek!"
Sinners will know their final hour;
they will drown in their anguished cries
when I at last will know My power,
and expose all their wicked lies!
In this soft, padded cell of white
they watch and look at Me with dread;
they view Me as a monstrous blight,
and starve Me with unleavened bread.
How long is My imprisonment?
I cannot guess, divine, or tell;
but from the look of that filament,
they can keep Me for quite a spell;
"Dear God! I hate these lousy drugs,"
I howl, "that they shoot in My ass!"
They hold Me down those stupid thugs,
injecting Thorazine so fast!
They fail to grasp the true reasons
why I'm here: I wish they could see
that I can forgive their treasons,
if they would just believe in Me?
Once free again I'll be reborn,
lifted up in divine Image;
I'll end man's need for drugs and p*rn;
and prepare them for God's Marriage.
So hear My law and injunction,
the lost will burn without release
once they all know My dominion:
only then will My Rapture cease!
What if....?
Death was a lottery,
With a Powerball price of a million dollars
Will people still queue up to play?
What if death was a clock, and you had one option
To either fast forward, pause, or rewind it; What will your option be?
What if death was a bank, and one could advocate with it;
Request death forgiveness, death deferment, or death forbearance?
What about death refinancing or death equity?
What if death was like a touch tone phone
And one could put death on hold;
Press zero to bypass mesmerizing angels of death at the reception;
And pally or advocate directly with death?
What if death was a court,
And one could ask for an interlocutory injunction,
Or death arbitration, death adjournment or deferment?
What if death was a wish,
Will beggars still elect to ride, or bolt like Usain?
What if death was cash and carry,
Will the rich, high and mighty,
Be so generous with their cash, as they are to brand names like:
Ferrari, Bugatti and Louis Vuitton?
Or will they chicken out like a cold Turkey?
What if death was a rain check
Will people Queue up to cash in on it?
What if death was like a set of clothes
And one could change from it
Like a Snake discards it's old and worn out skin?
What if death was a marathon
Who would elect to first breast the tape?
What if death was a school or an exam,
And one could do a remediation, carry death over,
Select another elective, or take a death sabbatical?
What if death was an essential commodity
Would you put it on layaway
And make installment plan ?
What if death was a widow,
Will people still accept a widows mite? What if.....?
That dreary August Sunday morning
Peace like a river in Ozubulu was flowing
Merchants of death wielding the tools of their trade were lurking
To strangle peace Of the day just dawning
Vengeance was the mission
Anger from business gone awry the vision
But missing the ultimate prey
They pounced on worshipers assembled to pray
And they died!
Victims of a society in search of lost values
And they were massacred!
Martyrs of a society in a hypocritical quagmire
And they were slaughtered!
Like lambs on the altar of mammon
And they were brutally sent forth!
Unwilling partakers in man's depravity
And they were summarily dispatched!
Innocent victims of disobedience to God's injunction
Give to Cesar what belongs to him and to God His due
But they did not die in vain!
Their demise showed us whom we are
A nation in need of redemption
They gave their lives so that we can live!
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