Long Jove Poems
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Brainstorming, concentrating
panning... for poem
idea shattered brew
tilly by deafening seasonal
greensward cutting crew
contracted throughout summer to mow
leaves of grass
every Tuesday, which drew
attention toward fragrant aroma
seeping into nostrils
of me - match hew,
heavily negated true
quiescence courtesy ear splitting
soundcloud of driving
mowers even moo
ving bovines would
clap cloven hooves
over soft as lambs wool
sensitive hearing micro corkscrew
innards, viz their spade
shaped audiological
anatomical accouterments -
cow word lee lowing Jew
pitter Io sliver by jove whew
once silence returns
(after cessation rip snorting bedlam)
savoring the hum of nature anew,
and moost likely relish
fresh cut leaves of grass
as I inhale analogous
delectable waft of homebrew
albeit molecules borne aloft
after sharp heavy duty blades
of industrial riding mowers bestrew
higglety pigglety, helter skelter
juicy fruit chlorophyll rich
plants releasing nectar
sweet as honeydew
olfactory imbibing nostalgic view
of yesterday, when agrarian farmsteads
populated landscape picturesquely
anointing, exuding, messaging...
perfuming faint clue
intimating rural lifestyle forebears
hapt tubby privy too,
where deer and antelope played
unaccosted by impending urbanization,
hence such idyllic serene rue
man nation - visage you
would probably concur
as most divine comity
worth more than any buckeroo
could purchase - vestiges vanishing
without a trace adieu
mother nature nowhere found
except caged up within zoo.
when Jove heard of the happens in Ethicia
he summoned Neptune, who bought
Cupid and Bacchus to stand before him
and speak of what they saw in Ethica.
Bacchus wish to speak last due to the
fact that Jove blamed him for most
things that went wrong in Saddlery,
and Bacchus knew that Cudip played
part in the happenings in Ethica.
Cupid told the story of Jinn and Rapa
dancing with Mami Wata, who wore nothing and had plenty wine.
She asked to lay beneath Rapa as she wished Jinn to be atop.
Your wives shall hate me,
and my Husband shall wish to war against you
recalled Cupid of the three laying in the
Garden making love.
Bacchus interrupted and spoke and neither were they drunk or with out influence of Cupid.
Cupid said angrily, then you accuse me, this is neither love or Loved said Cupid.
they grind to create friction,
those that I inspire lay in love and are Lovers.
Bacchus said there influence is neither of love or God
might they wish to satisfy mans need to war?
Jove answered, than they shall stand before me
and speak theses ills of lust.
Cupid summoned Neptune who retrieved Jinn, Rapa, and Mami Wata.
Neptune crossed seven continents looking for these satans.
He found them in Mor- Moral were they
stood in front the mssess in the town of Concern naked and cared not who saw them.
Neptune spoke and said
Jove wishes to see you might you come with me.
Not wanting to make the Most powerful God angry they quickly came.
Jove spoke and asked them why they were doing what they were doing and what they wished to accomplish by doing so.
Jinn told him, a husband shall be angered and two wives shall hate her, are you God that you refuse to understand.
Jove said with me being might you understand that I am, and all that exists is of me.
why than do you make those fear and hate you,
then Jinn spoke and said.
which pleasures are services to God?
Than which services to God are chored.
What we do is to inspire neither service or chore
might it anger those who are our wives and her husband,
might these pestilence of man find it easier to war.
Jove spoke and said, I am Jove
I am that at I am, what is neither is never done,
what is done is never undone,
than man shall laugh at you as I wish them to.
then Jove stood and waved his hand
and all men in every nation laughed at these Satans
never to speak there tale agin.
Too many questions, way too few answers
Why would an egg wear blue pants, sir? And
Wherefore his fall? Perchance he was struck with a lance, sir
Or could it be he keeled over from cancer?
But these answers are foolish, silly as can be
Let us seek precision, yea clarity -- just you and me
First let us consider Humpty's engimatic egghood
Whence he came, his origins, his neighborhood.
Humpty hailed, sure, from the finest of breeding's nests
His pedigree indubitably the crest of the West
Why else would "King's Men" strive to aid him so?
Inconceivable then, that he be hatched not from Royal Dough
And yet, and yet -- that last name strikes hard at this theory
The name "Dumpty" denoting 'dumpy,' connoting 'weary'
The overall effect on eyes perspicacious, quite bleary
A name bestowing tidings negative -- never cheery
So where does that leave us, O intrepid fellow-seeker?
Let us push past the thorns and the thistles, those sticklers
That wreak havoc on curiosity so fragile as it peeks
Back into the matter of Humpty's breeches, heretofore piqued
Observing their color oft rendered blue
Though on occasion brown or purple, and even striped too
--Why, friend, I think I've got it, by Jove!
The answer to Humpty's mystery, for which we mightily strove
Brown is an outlier, not worthy of consideration
Purple represents Royalty, the Crown's Coronation
But Blue, validly, veritably, and verifiably, is a color so True
The King's Man who wears it can fend off every attempt at a coup!
July 01, 2018
'Twas a dark and stormy night on that dark and stormy night!
HMS Blunderbuss plied the billowing seas just off the Isle of Wight!
Able Seaman Steer manned the helm when dead ahead he saw the light!
He woke the snoozing Officer of the Deck to apprise him of their plight!
Captain Ironbottom (who happened to be in the 'head') was duly alerted!
He dashed to the bridge in his drawers to ensure that disaster was averted!
"By jove!" he cried, "Her Majesty's ships turn aside for no one, I say!"
He grabbed the radio, "Ahoy there! Turn east 15 degrees! Out of my way!"
From out of the ozone a voice retorted, "Suggest you turn west 15 degrees!
I'll not change course for anyone, so heed my warning if you please!"
"This is Captain Ironbottom of the HMS Blunderbuss!" he thundered back!
"I know the rules of the road! Turn now or I'll see you hung from the rack!"
Able Seaman Steers' eyes grew as large as saucers knowing not what to do!
Communication between the captain and the mysterious light was turning blue!
As the distance narrowed between them, neither would give a nautical mile!
The white-knuckled Officer of the Deck was turning pale with a sickly smile!
"This is Captain Ironbottom again! Are you challenging Her Majesty's might?"
"Yes sir" was the reply, "You see, this is the light house on the Isle of Wight!"
Today the mighty HMS Blunderbuss rusts upon the Isle of Wight's rocky shoal.
Captain Ironbottom faded into oblivion due to the folly of his last patrol!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
We thought we'd landed on virgin soil
When we sailed the ocean so vast
And drifted into this secluded cove
Thought we'd stumbled upon the past
Natives sure looked very much like us
But they wore the skimpiest clothes
With only one or two piece coverings
Not a bad looking group by jove
We motioned to them in sign language
We're friendly and we've come in peace
But much to our utter astonishment
They spoke english with total ease
Seems we stumbled on a sandy beach
On the southwest coast of the state
These natives were actually vacationers
They thought our sailing ship was great
It was really all quite embarrassing
We played dumb and pretended we knew
It was just our lame attempt at humour
As we thanked them and bid them adieu
So we all got back in our sailing ship
And waved them a fond farewell
We'll never forget our trip to the past
It's a tale for our grandkids to tell!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Ah... already the summer
approaches closing time,
but yours truly can squeeze
one more rhyme
before September first,
thus the following lines after...
Brainstorming, concentrating
panning... for poem
idea shattered brew
tilly by deafening seasonal
greensward cutting crew
contracted throughout summer to mow
leaves of grass
every Tuesday, which drew
attention toward fragrant aroma
seeping into nostrils
of me - match hew,
heavily negated true
quiescence courtesy ear splitting
soundcloud of driving
mowers even moo
ving bovines would
clap cloven hooves
over soft as lambs wool
sensitive hearing micro corkscrew
innards, viz their spade
shaped audiological
anatomical accouterments -
cow word lee lowing Jew
pitter Io sliver by jove whew
once silence returns
(after cessation rip snorting bedlam)
savoring the hum of nature anew,
and moost likely relish
fresh cut leaves of grass
as I inhale analogous
delectable waft of homebrew
albeit molecules borne aloft
after sharp heavy duty blades
of industrial riding mowers bestrew
higglety pigglety, helter skelter
juicy fruit chlorophyll rich
plants releasing nectar
sweet as honeydew
olfactory imbibing nostalgic view
of yesterday, when agrarian farmsteads
populated landscape picturesquely
anointing, exuding, messaging...
perfuming faint clue
intimating rural lifestyle forebears
hapt tubby privy too,
where deer and antelope played
unaccosted by impending urbanization,
hence such idyllic serene rue
man nation - visage you
would probably concur
as most divine comity
worth more than any buckeroo
could purchase - vestiges vanishing
without a trace adieu
mother nature nowhere found
except caged up within human zoo.
On a soggy dusk, long time ago,
When shadows huddled at every corner,
When rain had gone and birds had roosted,
You held me close and whispered in my ear;
“In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky,
In your soul, you hold the depth of seas,
Love swells, like tides on rise,
My life, I vow, by Jove, never to part”
Your voice, like a tremulous rivulet gurgled,
We stood staring at each other in a warm embrace
With passion sweet, your eyes glowed.
They were like a blue lagoon, deep and peaceful
On my dimpled cheek, a kiss you planted,
A gesture warm with abiding love.
Crisscross lain as warp and weft,
We hoped to weave the garb of life.
Words and deeds that served as balm to soul!
Still, they echo, gushing a flurry of thoughts,
But alas! To a far unknown land you fled,
‘From whose bourn, no traveler returns’,
Today, our cat spent some time with the vet for his prognostication.
It had been a couple of years or so since Simba's last examination.
Simba had no say in the matter due to our paucity of conversation.
As I coaxed him into his carrying cage, he howled in desperation!
The vet and staff look forward to Simba's visit with little anticipation!
He gets rather grumpy at the vets, exhibiting aggressive agitation!
Hence, for examinations he must be placed under very heavy sedation;
Only then can the veterinarian proceed to practice his vocation!
His eyes, ears, nose and throat were fine including his respiration.
There was no evidence of fleas or any problems with his urination.
The old fella has only 16 of 28 teeth due to a previous operation,
But no matter, he eats like an army mule in handling mastication!
For his arthritis the vet prescribed a bottle of medication,
And for good measure he was given a rabies inoculation.
I'm aware that "cat-scans" are used in treating the human population.
By Jove! Simba received a true "cat"-scan as a part of his observation!
I anticipated receipt of the bill for the tests with some trepidation!
To pay for all of this, need I present an arm or leg for amputation?
After all, we'd do anything for our old pal, 'tis our obligation.
We want to keep him around for nine more lives for our delectation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
By Jove...Zeus cleft Eos tacit alibi
pact wrought since time
immemorial bye and bye
temporarily, symbolically,
and unwaveringly
superstitions, phenomenal mysteries
jaw dropping eve vents out of sky
explained where within fie
foo fighting mythological
pantheon, the dualistic forces
of light and dark
didst die whar,
yours truly did e'er lee ask why,
and simultaneously warily eye,
whence no idea why
aboot twelve hours prior,
predictable regular
tug of war try
ensued, when twilight didst sigh
leant lee enshroud
the dusky sky
light speedily seeped away,
hence nightly raiment
of Astraeus predictably quashed,
nee wrested with nary a cry
this September twenty ninth,
unusual wakefulness state
crafted golden opportunity
didst nudge me fort hoo try
to maximize spate of bright
tailed and bushy eyed,
state, which rare
quotidian event, I
unfortunately rarely espy,
cuz my circadian rhythm
usually well nigh
finds me sound asleep at least
til mid morning this guy,
thus flush with more
energy than usual aye
make a feeble (minded) attempt
to nudge, kickstart, and coalesce,
viz nebulous thoughts within my
fog enshrouded noggin
unable, unaccustomed,
and unwillingness
relented for me to pry
opened tightly shut – cubed bricked
hermetically sealed
steel trap eyelids
ocular orbs didst defy
Herculean dramatic attempt
yielded futile tussle,
where outcome brought
stellar surprise high
hoe, a spectacular dawn
scene rarely seen by this guy.
The Unholy Trinity
The evil trinity of me, myself and I
And I myself and me
Is the all insufficient trinity
It's the nebbish and pusillanimous
And ept actions of the god
I have created in me
Being as one of three in wit
The brothers half, dim and nit
Don't be E-gypped
Out of all that you've been equipped
Bow your heart and mind
Not from a heart desperately wicked
Or a land that is wicked continually
But have hope in The Hope
Our eternal surety and security
And don't sing in the cacophony
Of the impersonal Allah or Brahman
But sing in the symphony
Of our God Who was, is and will always be
The Holy Trinity
Blessed be the equality of the Trinity
The first, middle and last Name
The Name that is complete
The God of perfect community
And is introducing us to each other
So that we may meet in our congregations
And in the Narthex of Eternity
So don't be idle with your idol
Walk with Jesus Who will sidle
The Deuteronomic Lord is One
The Father, Spirit and Son
From One John Five and Seven
The Shema hear it from Heaven
These Three Omnipotent agree in One
From Heaven to earth as it should be
Hear by Jove The Love
And the condescending Dove
One God in Three Persons The Trinity
The Unity, The Diversity in The Thrice
In the Ancient Trinity we have faith we believe
That faith, hope and love is what we receive
From Our God a God of every reprieve
It's not a tripod that can describe our God
It's not a tricycle called a bike
Or the yolk, the shell or the white
Even try as we might, there is nothing likened to God
God is unique, it is the this God of which we speak
There is enigma and mystery and wonder
As we see lightening, hear rain and the voice of Thunder
Love falls like rain
God's commands and compassion
Are His reign
Don't attempt to prevent
The Holy Spirit's irresistible strain
His efforts will not be deign
It is inescapable Grace
As we stand Coram Deo (before God's Face)
Let us worship "pro ton theon"
The Living God (Three in One)