Long Peace pipe Poems
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per arability of friendship
and hoop fully this acquiescence
can render an accord shared
via exchanging calumet peace pipe
initially invoked qua
piercing, gouging, digging...from hooked aquilinity
upon awareness miss applying the squaw aridity
mine swallowing capacity as pins pricking
a voodoo likeness doll (of me),
though this claim could steeped
in utter contrived artificiality
fusing flagrant faulty aromaticity
asininity admitting absent attentiveness
as ska walking a fine line
betwixt asexuality behooves
rectification allowing solution Wiccan agree
upon linking assimilability, assignability, assiduity
implicating with asperity whore err roan
nee huss rubble word choice prompting asperity
inducing me to cast the first stone
of apology, and self awareness
totally tubularly offer thyself as human sacrifice
redeeming conceding unalterable venal tone
role of squawking chief fowl ling at the end zone
regarding, where associatively properly went
assumability, anonymity of the internet vent
ting modality adopting immunity,
viz virtual community tent
revival meeting adumbrating atypicality, attainability
avoidance of audiological atrocity, sans atonality sent
to ear rate, the autoimmunity authority,
authenticity, austerity, audacity, co rent
ting availability, automaticity, accessibility
asper automobility to scale tenement, pent
house, or pre faux ying bing avascularity,
avidity, avuncularity avers automatically tall lent
aim to amble along xy feigning tubby
with minimal audibility clark kent
information superhighway
axiality grid via galavanting gent
can be activated swimmingly
with less overt axe said dent.
4/20/24
Another street fight
A body riddled with flea bites
I could hardly ever sleep tight
Each night
Unable to dream right
Too often seeing red not a green light
Taking steps closer toward three strikes
After reaching extreme heights
Above several creek sites
The mountain peak bright
I could see a light
Defining what is deemed as life
Told me you don't have to always be nice
When others take you for a fool and charge a steep price
Just to be able to survive and eat rice
There will be these types
So cheap like
Always trying to cheat in life
You'll see it at least twice
Warned me to lay off the peace pipe
In the end said I may meet a wife
I was renowned as Chief Buffalo Chips, a great leader of many tribes.
I was given that pathetic name by my father resulting in a heap of gibes.
But with a name like his, Chief Tater Chips, what else could I expect,
So I had to count many coup in battle to gain my braves' respect!
I rode my pinto pony as free as the wind, as free as the eagle soars.
I smeared my bronzed body with colorful hues to enjoy the thrill of wars.
With bow and arrow true, I supplied my tribes with plenty buffaloes,
To feed and clothe the old and young to see them through winter snows!
I smoked the peace pipe with blue coats but they were wont to deceive,
But I got my revenge at Little Big Horn where I won my tribes' reprieve!
Many moons later The Great White Father set up a fund for Indian Relief.
(For some reason Libby Custer refused to donate due to a spiteful beef!)
My humble teepee housed many papoose and Red Deer my prolific squaw,
Plus her grumpy mother, Black Widow, my miserable mother-in-law!
When this mortal shell I shed, I thought I'd escaped eternal reprobation,
Only to find Black Widow in the Happy Hunting Ground! Oh! Such damnation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 3 in Carolyn Devonshire's " Past Lives" Contest - June 2014
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Cicero's tale revives Dionysius
as modern-day leaders bear the old roles
of power play constants plus or minus
the swords of war and wealth hang o'er two souls
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the lust for power easily beguiles,
pain and pleasure at the pink pagoda,
braless Russian black bear black sea exiles,
club, green tea, cream, and Joe's baking soda.
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Palace, Putin's Black Sea, Charles, Buckingham,
Xi, down-to-earth, low-key, not White House type,
Putin, opposite, a bit of a ham,
or join Joe's Rose Garden--smoke the peace pipe.
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The Sword hangs freely without fear below,
Damocles fled fear, what four stays or blow?
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The concrete and plastic, chrome domed
bricked up auditorIum rang
like a hollow bell,
a meager few red skins circle the stadium seats
like smoke from a mythical “peace” pipe
ragged, distilled, diluted, distraught, “dised”
A 21st century ablution of angst.
Round shoulders meet, sidelong glances;
old and young form for dances.
All semblance of nature betrayed
by polyester tassels and cheap Crayola yarn fringe,
a sneakers and moccasins mix,
only the whistle-drum, and sage smoke sanctifies.
Circles form, crouching over polyurethane floors
silver hair, braids and hands harden; they bear,
bore the “dis” missive, disdain,
the balm of music eased all the pain.
Round shoulders meet, sidelong glances;
old and young form for dances.
The roof “dis” appears becomes the night sky
air vibrates with the heart thumping of stick on skin,
and so WE, the PEOPLE begin.
Chants warm the taunt throats of man;
a whistle trills the coyotes howl.
Heartbeat sings a drum song,
bowed and bent the circle dancers form.
Stomp, twirl, braids a whirl, winged dancers rattle and bell.
Mans peacock form no longer forlorn rises above the well.
Chant the tell tale heart,
the sorrow the joy, drum thumpers hatchets fall
on the neck of a starry night.
Drum and dance invite…..
scream,….soul song, smoke dream,
eyes daze in a reverent scheme.
A nightmare without terror,
A peaceful life without savor.
Voluble blasphemies
In the flames of a hell
Perfumed with the stench of lust.
A heart loaded with lugubrious memories,
My soul bellows in the darkness.
Running to die, for barren pleasures,
Insatiable are the sickles of the reaper.
Allergic to flashing lights, even with a spotless record,
I wander in the obscurity of their hatred.
Thirsty for bills of every color,
I sometimes gaze at my scars
So as never to lower my guard,
Always on alert like a fugitive terrorist.
A few victims etched on the clocks of my conscience,
I have lost liters of hemoglobin, scraps of flesh,
Worshipper of spontaneous shots of adrenaline.
I know the story of my genetic code,
I will never be ashamed of coming from a third-world country.
I have rummaged through the trash of my memory
Before scourging the arrogance of my oppressors.
Lamentation has never been scribbled
In the script of my existence.
Clairvoyant, I behold the world
With the eyes of the bearer of celestial lights.
Nothing but interests in my directory,
I have no time to scrutinize
The complexities of human nature.
I glean my elation
From the fears of my enemies.
I carry the stature of those slaves
Drugged by the peace pipe of liberty.
I can't judge you for judging me, I'd just be judging you too. I can't point a finger at you right now, three more will just be pointing back at me. Two negatives may make it right in Math, but here in the real world two wrongs only equal disaster.
So be patient with my impatience and I'll love you through your hatred. These daggers called words we're flashing in our faces might just find their way to somebody's throat. Let's throw down our daggers and smoke the peace pipe, let's wave our white flags in the darkness.
We may not be at peace but let's not be at war. We may not be friends no more, but let's not be enemies. For we better be strangers to each other than casualties of enmity's battles.
Let's walk away and breathe again than stay together and burn to ashes.
He is such a prize a purple presence
When he shares his heart
It is no less than amethyst art
Right now he feels small
Even though he is 6ft3 inches tall
You see giants feel vulnerable too
In our conversation he says "I want you"
And my silence is a cherry clue
I've moved on but that last love was true
How can love be so desperately in need
Winds blow throwing breezes of men
Who can openly receive love with delicious green grin
I wish everyone love but I can't be her
For all I can only be for one
So gently I tread on this pearly pink path
Hoping to gain friendship from the jilted lad
For there can only be one destined in my life
I alone will decipher and decide.
It's his kingly demeanor
Makes me esteem and want to be her
His queen and peace pipe
Smoking me all day all night
His kingly demeanor
How he demands me while
Begging in a sweet bass voice
His kingly demeanor
Fishing me from a lake of ladies
I will choose chocolate kisses
He chose me first
To be his Mrs.
Time will show how devine
His kind is.
"I don't call them New Year's Resolutions. I prefer the term:
Casual Promises to myself that I am under no legal obligation
to fulfill." ~ jamonkey.com
I've given thought, after a titch of consideration,
to make New Year's resolutions... such a vexation
I hesitated to do so without serious contemplation
because quite often I'm led astray by temptation
I will write better poetry to post on the Soup
Be more productive among my peer group
Mind my own business, on others I won't snoop
But won't swear not to write limericks about poop.
I will waive my penchant for chocolate... well, maybe
That will be the most difficult resolution to keep for me
I vow to give up margaritas and switch to sweet tea
And I'll put it all in writing. I'll even sign that decree!
I will not let sticks and stones break my bones
I'll just blame it on an imbalance of her hormones
Or on a guy who acts like one of the Flintstones
Maybe on a plethora of a million other unknowns
I will forgive anyone who screams at me in rants
I will not respond like there are ants in my pants
I seriously promise that I will give peace a chance
Smoke a peace pipe instead of doing a war dance
I will consider it a compliment to be called 'mean girl'
By anyone who derogatorily behaves like a churl
I'll have more patience, so my temper doesn't unfurl
And smile more often. I'll give that thought a whirl
I will make it a definite priority as one of my goals
To walk away from bullies and persnickety trolls
Wooly wolves who pretend to be sheep in their roles
But who expose themselves as taunting buttholes
I am determined to start eating much healthier food
knowing it's a required taste that I've not yet accrued
I believe I will enjoy life more with a positive attitude
And ignore negative folks who like practicing turpitude
I will do my utmost best not to break one resolution
But if I do, I must supplicate for leniency and absolution
I'll not give up a resolution without making a substitution
If you see me cheating, take my chocolate as retribution
Navajo Spirit
The Amazon is amazing, so why are you still destroying,
Its beauty and your integrity? You are a monster devouring.
This natural beauty is in our way;
So we must destroy to build again.
We must cause Mother Nature incredible pain;
For she has given us all these trees and this bloody rain.
A forest stump wouldn’t complain about anything.
Oh no! A Navajo!
We must kick them out of their homes!
We come in peace,
Shoot to kill! Shoot to kill!
We come in peace,
Shoot to kill!
Er; Captain. Yes what is it?
This thievery is taking longer than expected.
What!? Do you think I am an idiot?
No Sir; it’s just, we haven’t got enough biscuits.
What about Jaffa Cakes? No Sir, we’re all out.
Well what about meat? It’s all dead and cannot be eaten.
What do you mean? It’s obviously dead. (Clout!)
Ow! Sorry Sir, I mean it has gone rotten.
Well find some more natives and buy some more meat.
We can’t Sir; they have disappeared, since the last broken treaty.
They haven’t been seen and new supplies we just cannot get.
Doh! Why did we have to be such bloody stupid English Men?
Now we shall all starve because we couldn’t share the land;
The winter is coming and we have no friends.
Oh hello…I am Amity. I am a Navajo.
You look rather ill…where is your home?
England, I think; please help me I’m starving.
Oh of course, wait a second and I’ll get cooking.
Here take this, it will make you healthy.
Cough! Sorry. I never meant to scare you.
Oh you didn’t, don’t be silly.
I just saw you lying here in need;
So I thought I would come and see,
If there was anything I could do.
You’re too kind, after the way my people have treated you.
Oh don’t be silly, you gave us money,
To help us arm ourselves against you.
Such irony really, when we could just have been friends.
Here smoke this peace pipe, it is completely free…
I’m seeing visions…
I see us as neighbours, living beside each other in peace;
I see a time of change in the wind beneath our dreams.
Let us live in peace and never forget history;
For the Navajo Spirit has always been at home
In the Land of the Free.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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