Long Pelf Poems
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Amiss a world of violence with hate and greed strong
I withdraw within my earthen mound refusing to belong
Evil's ugly face embedded into men's souls
the wickedness they gleefully in pale they hungrily show
Mutilate children and wars for profits greed
those who speak against it are blamed for the deeds
A new world order for the richest one percent
paid by starving masses they taunt and forget
The earth bleeding with technology as a god
love evaporating in the sunlight with the fog
Mass media reports nothing but only spreads hate
only one view announce never allow debate
Stop the growth of food let them eat themselves
do not use real energy go green for it is pelf
No justice or morals or laws of any kind
mocking the victims celebrating the crime
Harvest the organs of the unborn and very poor
the rich class lives forever they must endure
A new world religion feels very very old
Lucifer rules the world his bloody crown of gold
Enough I shelter into the earth's womb
underground peace I found buried in my tomb.
I really should'a read the fine print
When Evil came calling
On a fine sunny day
I was caught full napping
Didn't know what to say.
The dapper gentleman
With a Van Dyke set fine
Spoke in dulcet tones
Like sweet and mellow wine.
My name is I Levi
Very softly he said
I grant all one's wishes
Till the day they are dead.
For power and for pelf
If You strongly desire
Or bevy of beauties
To set your loins afire.
You ask me what you will
I'll grant it with a snap.
There is no hidden catch
There's no devious trap.
I had heard of dealings
With powers of the dark
Of dire trades of soul
Of hell-damnation stark.
I asked of I Levi
Of what I had to do
Just sign he smiled and said
Just common ink in blue.
Great doubts I had at first
But soon dispelled by greed
Quickly I read the script
Signed the mystic deed.
Great was wealth and power
My lot from that day on
Youth, vigour, virility
My cares and worries gone.
For full twelve months I lived
A life that Bacchus shamed
Wild, wanton, to the brim
No rein could make me tamed
Then one fine sunny day
While wining with a wench
Came Levi with a smile
And a terrible stench.
Your Time's up, my dearie,
He most cheerfully said
You are now Satan's guest
As now that you are dead.
I pleaded and begged
My tears started to sting
I told him of the deed
Where there was no such thing.
Softly Levi told me
What that day he had said
I grant all one's wishes
Till the day they are dead.
Your time here is ended
As ordained on Above
Your soul will be taken
Your Corpus feel the plough.
I've now learnt my lesson
Rather late in the day
Caveat Emptor holds
The fine print's always there.
I really should'a
Most carefully read da
Fine print then, Goddamn it!
He goes with ego
Many go with him
Those without ego,
Patience is wearing thin
He is a traitor,
It is clear to see
He is a dictator
His favourite word is ME
He isn't concerned
About others, only self
How did he become President
Why? Of course, for pelf.
Power and greed
Is all that interests him
When is he going to pay
For the betrayal and sin,
He has caused, without a qualm,
When will he be punished?
For all the heartbreak and harm
He has instigated,
And delegated to others,
Who are not in a position to refuse
To fight their fellow brothers,
In a WORLD WAR,
How much farther can he go?
Before he understands the word NO
And has to succumb,
To the rule of thumb.
And pay for his misdeeds,
Before it is too late.
How can anyone be in Power for so long?
While doing wrong,
For goodness sake, please GO.
And take your EGO with you,
I am afraid you will GROW
Stronger like a virus
And it would be outrageous,
If we all become contagious.
You may find it empty mirth,
Or some meaningless chatter,
But for how so vague its worth,
I choose to write this letter.
Let me tell you, my old man,
What ‘tis that makes one human.
I scarce know if it’s better
To talk, or write a letter,
But as is self, puffed with pelf,
Rare, it listens to the Self.
To me it’s such a pity
That we humans should know not
What constitutes humanity!
Minus money, its colour,
Prestige or be it power,
Caste or community,
And whatso else and any,
Save, O man your dharma
And born of it your karma,
Then take what’s left as balance—
Which, still is quite so immense,
That is man’s humanity.
____________________________
Monologue |02.09.2021| Free verse
Poet’s note: The true self always tries to be in touch with the pretender self, call it one’s ego, but as it happens it hardly listens. And out of frustration it chooses to write a letter. Yes, it is only a monologue, for I think, no meaningful dialogue is possible with a pretender.
For Letter to your Future Self Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
All I ask is that you read this with a charitable mind,
And if you care to comment, please be verbose and kind!
I suppose a lot of what I concoct is for the birds,
But ain't it amazin' what you can do with words!
Great bards are unknown 'til this earthly plane they flee.
Like them, I hope folks'll say of me - he was a gifted SOB!
If I relied on writin' verse for a livin', I'd be on the skids.
Maybe anon someone will profit - hopefully 'twill be the kids!
Shakespeare, I'm told, was the world's greatest bard.
I'll never attain his renown, but I'm tryin' real hard!
Nor will I reach fame like that of my mentor Edgar Guest,
But, by jove, I'll give it my best in this poetical quest!
For writin' this stuff, alas, I've amassed no pelf,
But folks, I 'm certainly enjoyin' myself!
In my school days I couldn't get two words to rhyme.
In poetic composition I was deemed as mute as a mime!
I write never to become famous or rich,
But for others, hopefully, their lives to enrich!
I pray that in this poetical journey that I ply,
That the well of verse will never run dry!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Today is a very special day in my contented life.
I've been married 58 years to the very same wife!
I reckon some folks think that incredible in this day and age,
'Specially since fleeting relationships seem to be all the rage!
At Perrin Air Force Base in Texas was where we were hitched.
From that blissful day 'til now my life has been enriched!
We've had our share of laughter, tears and the vicissitudes of life,
But we vowed we'd always see it through as caring man and wife!
We were blessed with three precious kids who brought us so much joy,
Though we were saddened at the loss of Mark, our darling baby boy.
We were further blessed with 6 grandkids and 3 greats who bring us pleasure.
Though I possess little of this world's pelf, I consider each of them my treasure!
My dear Vera was so supportive as I pursued my military career.
She served her nation as well as we moved about this wonderous sphere!
Looking forward to the next assignment, she was always full of cheer.
Lord knows I couldn't have done it without her - she was always near!
I've been honored with many laurels, titles and certificates to be had,
But the titles I cherish the most are husband, grandfather and dad!
When I reach the end of the trail and will have completed my earthly quest,
With my very last breath I can thankfully say, I was truly, truly blessed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© 12 October 2010 All Rights Reserved
When Coventry was cowed, it got Godiva.
The French were frantic, so God sent them Joan,
and Stanley showed up just when Livingstone
required him. Enter left, a doughty diver!
What wasn’t needed was a fancy talker,
back-slapping, banter-cracking, glib buffoon.
This called for someone steady, silent, hewn
from granite And his name was William Walker.
The work was not too tricky, in itself.
One man alone could cut away the wood
(but under water, mind you). Not for pelf
(the word exists – go look it up!), nor yet
for fame, but just because somebody should,
bold Walker took it on. We’re in his debt.
The Psyche aye seeks an end to sling
Its filaments wide across and all around ,
To ensnare it's weird, stray prey with a fling
And there comes the ominous web, ill- bound
To stay back and grab the first victim found ;
From out of the depth of the benumbed torpor
The creeping, coiling ,ruffling ,volatile thought ,
Ever entangled in plots beneath the stupor ,
Sneaks, to find it's clumsy, uneasy way out
Seeking some flaw or fissure along the coffer .
Despite the reach and the cold vicious win
The prize fetches not the full upright feel ;
No ransack nor test for the wrong or sin ,
As success above all ,reckons a good deal
And the wildness belches over the raw meal ;
The goal reached, only incites a new hover
As the impulsive sensors grab at one and all ;
While a little morsel, a small patch ,and cover
Suffice, needless is the trade so selfishly tall
That transacts the mode of contented survival.
Death ,destruction and fall haunt fear greater ;
Desire and greed dwell in selfish pleasure ;
Thirst needs only a satiable gulp of water ;
Pelf and riches, beyond being some treasure
Cannot buy real relief or intent in any measure ;
All wild pursuits, mere Quixotic , end in vain ;
Glamour and virtual success go sans form ,
Brittle trophies and awesome ravages disdain ;
One stands not even at where one began, forlorn
As the very ground beneath the feet is torn .
FLOWER IN THE CRANNIED WALL
I tower above the crumbling ruins
Of a once majestic tower,
Flag and pennant proudly proclaimed
Pompous claim of pelf and power.
Yet all the boast and bombast,
In crumbling silence relates,
Of transient tenebrous things,
Of fickle times, of fickler fates!
Filigreed fronds in gentle sway,
Butterfly-hued my petals smile,
Delicate poise, yet firmly gripped
By roots who’ve been awhile.
So here I sit so up on high
Exuding sweet allure,
Biding time in changing climes
To wilt and die for sure.
But then, again, I’ll never die!
My seed will traverse to distant land
In nurturing avian gut to drop
In crag or cranny - to make its stand.
(And phoenix-like I'll rise again!)
Well, here I am again, Lord, a-knockin' on Your door,
With a prayer of thanksgivin' and a few entreaties to implore.
Lord, I thank You for sustainin' me along life's rocky road,
And for the blessin's upon this undeservin' soul You've bestowed!
For this comin' year, I pray not for an accumulation of pelf,
But for good health for my family, neighbors and myself.
May the things I do this year bring honor and glory to You,
And may I heed Your guidance in ever'thing I do.
I pray for peace that the world may be free from strife,
And that humankind will refine its sense of respect for life.
Protect our soldiers, those gallant souls so brave and strong.
I pray they'll be reunited with kin, at home where they belong!
I pray for our leaders and the myriad of challenges they face.
May they serve the people with honor, integrity and grace.
My plea is that the nation's respect for You will be restored,
For 'tis said, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord!"
Lord, I pray for those who are hungry, homeless and depressed,
The lonely, ailing, hopeless and those who are oppressed.
For Your steadfast love and answer to prayer I have no doubt.
Seems I'm always pesterin' You, but thanks for hearin' me out!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)