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Difficult to parallel paradigms when
Their shifts are juxtaposed, but with
Gravitational references giving respect
To weightlessness and the weighted
Historical baggage of American racism,
Cosmic and terrestrial revelations
Become as enlightening as the stars.
The anti-gravitational pull
Of weightlessness in outer space
Theorizes well, the upward floating
Away of justice for blacks down here
Spaced-out in oppression on planet Earth:-
Indeed, the weighted historical baggage
Of oppression carried on the backs of blacks
On the planet Earth, is aching to the pull of gravity
On the revolving service of the launch pad at the
At the Kennedy Space Center in Florida with
A teaspoon of a neutron star sitting atop it!
Yet, over the many centuries of rising and setting
Suns in our revolving sojourning flights across the
Space of injustices on Earth known as America, we
Remain as a shaking “people soda” with the cap about
To pop releasing long-awaited shooting star liberation.
The lack of or the gravity of attention given to
The overall injustices and inequalities of wellness
On planet Earth is as easily seen as are its constellations
When viewed through the telescope of monetary distributions
Geared towards solving problems down here “vs” those up there:-
When I was young and innocent
I thought the stars were just a bunch
of celestial glow worms.
Then Christmas took its meaning
and I rejoiced in watching
my father made up the Christmas tree,
and right on top there, he'd put
the loveliest star that glowed at night.
Soon, I began to see the shooting stars
and wishes came and went,
some frivolous, some serious,
but wishes I really dreamt.
As time went on, I bought some books
and learned of Saturn's rings,
discovered Pluto and our neighbour Mars,
and science fiction just became my fad.
Till one day man made it to the moon,
and shuttles flew up to outer space.
Occasionally, disaster struck when astronauts died,
and I did cry my heart for them.
Finally, the probes began again,
searching for the creation of man.
That is when I realised how much is spent
on useless information, just scientific facts,
while hunger reigned all around the world.
Now I wish I had never learned what stars were,
and yearn to turn the clock back to my childhood
when I thought that stars were just
celestial glow worms meant to light the world.
Ah, sweet slumber of nip-laden dreams;
the milk of mother moon bestowed,
a blessed drink and lactose-free
to this mine humble, feline throat.
Running freely through outer space,
I touch upon thy blessed universe.
My home of emerald and lapis lace,
is where in I lay in furred repose.
Chasing neon rainbows in nebulae bright,
my dreams are filled with gold doubloons.
I’ll spend them on treats and nip-delight,
and chase away any greedy tycoons.
A feline black as obsidian night,
in a home filled with human love;
among the faeries and tree sprites,
mind flies just like the doves.
I must admit that I ain't very handy with hammer and nails,
And am hopelessly at sea when figurin' technical details.
As to fixin' things with fancy tools, I haven't a clue,
But I'm a whiz at usin' duct tape, balin' wire and super glue!
Tho' it's somewhat unwieldly and it sure ain't too ornate,
Balin' wire can be used in an emergency as hinges for a gate!
'Tis perfect for securin' the droopin' bumper on my automobile,
And for supportin' the saggin' muffler, balin' wire is ideal!
No doubt you'll bond at least two fingers together, 'tis true,
But, Oh! The myriad of things to be fixed with super glue!
'Tis good for repairin' artificial teeth when in a pinch,
And for mendin' broken shards and earrings, 'tis a cinch!
How can we ever thank the feller who invented duct tape enough!
It holds the universe together! Life without it would be tough!
It'll patch anything, gag a spouse, keep a man's toupee in place;
Why! It was even used to repair Apollo 13 in outer space!
With these marvels of the modern age I can tackle any situation,
Fixin' things with simple application and heady innovation.
Why should I be thwarted usin' nails, screws, staples and such,
When duct tape, super glue and balin' wire are my sturdy crutch!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
A morsel of good news
Breaks out with sensation
State politics disused
Gone is a term of nation
Don’t wake me from this sleep
Don’t stop this epic fall
The old world gets a sweep
I don’t regret at all
The Equalizers came
From black hole outer space
We speak from our names
Since now, not from some place
No nation is allowed
Stigmatization banned
How’s it, to live without
Symbolic native land?
No borders whatsoever
No bloody history
False accusations never
Will be addressed to me
What a relief, my dears
The good news seem so new
I would rejoice to tears
If all above were true.
Man, tirelessly searches for his origin
Looking for life in outer space
When all the while we carry
The reality of God’s goodness in our lives.
Rest in God’s covenant with us
Rest in being seated together with Christ
Rest in the heavenly new norm
Rest in hearing what heaven is speaking
Rest in changing the labels of our lands
Rest in allowing God to win our battles!
Jesus becomes real, Heaven too
Blessings our lives will imbue.
Though challenges we may face
God's great love we embrace.
Though storms may come our way
We will stand for one more day.
We have hope to keep us strong
In all our right and wrong.
We have faith to carry us through
As God's presence is made anew.
So be still and know He's here
In each and every tear.
Autumn recites poetry to the manless meadow.
Switch off the light for the morning sun to bestow.
Nevermore will I impanel to greet this location.
Of greed-stricken brains and utter humiliation.
A few sips of soft drink into outer space.
To submerge the truth of the matter, for instance.
Is emphatically my strategy of permeability.
Somehow in this suffocating world fantasy.
My heart is a flower that has yet to bloom.
With frigid north winds and dreary fall gloom.
The picky masses crammed into rushing cars.
The same auld roads, the same auld traffic scars.
Exploring the changing hues of the leaves in the fall.
Broken pieces of golden light and low cloud squall.
Smells akin to a campfire on an autumn night.
The land is lit by an oak tree sunbeams light.
In life’s din and bustle
As I search for peace in scuffle
Lone spaces and nooks I desire
And calm stillness I greatly adore
Then silence is my solemn mate
And noise is what I dourly hate
Closing my eyes to outer space,
A window opens to inner space.
I find solace in solitude.
Look up to God in gratitude.
Fueled with visions pleasurable,
Enter a realm delectable
The vault of the Heaven so bright
Earth and sea overwhelmed in light
The disquiet within subsides
An ethereal calm descends!
Placed First
For Strand (1071) Poetry Contest
21. Jan. 2022
C Form- Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
Syllable count- 8 syllables in each line
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the land
Billionaires gathered to give Trump a hand
They were there to see what programs to cut
Leaving the poor in a much deeper rut
The Rocket man Musk with funds to divert
now had the title of efficiency expert
Senior citizens worried that they'd be erased
While Musk took their SS checks to outer space
The would be Secretary of Defense loves his booze
In case we were attacked
he'd be asleep at the switch, taking a snooze
Dreaming of vodka and another six pack
The Department of health would get rid of vaccines
and childhood diseases would pick the kids clean
The man set to be in charge is a former heroine addict
Seems he'd like needles, but he sets the script
Between sweat dripping on sunsets lips
Young girl licks her cherry smile
Horizon splits open with her roller blades
Takes to the highway flying by
Jets away with speeds increasing by the mile
Solid body firm and sweet
Hills are happy to be massaged
Then something weird still not conceived
Soon happens as she lifts ball bearing needs
Cuts through heavy grasses in pastures green
Forests come on faster than a bullet
Fall behind her at the speed of light
Roller girl is hungry for the race
Leaves the planet with such grace
Arms lifted to the planets
Breasts open wide to the embrace in outer space
Where racing is a challenge
You can guess there is no stopping her
On the atmosphere she spins awhile
Traveling past Mars before she takes a breath
Music playing in her head set, batteries in place
Merging with the tune of cosmos turbulence
She's dancing along the rings of Saturn now
When she returns for sleeping soft as snow
Not knowing how rolling begins and ends
Wheels still spin remembering