Long Pessimist Poems
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Two defining features
set man apart from sheep
And every other creature
that fly or swim or creep
Have you ever seen an animal
that daily cooks its chow
Humans are the only ones
be it vegies chooks or cow
A magpie with a microwave
that really is a laugh
To eat a roasted worm or two
not ever cut in half
And what is the outcome
of all this processed junk
The plastic fills the oceans
and the land is full of gunk
Sickest of them all
is the man who makes the mess
Disregarding all the species
he couldn't care much less
Is extinction on the cards
for all that does exist
Try hard to treat the world with love
don't be a pessimist
Amid the fire of twilight sun
I wish I knew my way
horizon’s char and moonlight’s shun
has ashed my hope I pray
for dark cloud constellation to free
a cosmic steed for me to flee gunshot streets
for primrose to steal my yellow jaundice
and burn the itch in incense of roadside stars
for me to follow scent and sight
and find forsaken door
to open with my key contrite
a waif who’s lost no more
but gods of dirt and sky refuse
this pessimist with optimist dreams
side-of-road primrose mowed— as needle holes
grow my nebulae-scars of blown-vein bruises
a morphine horse runs dirty track
while stars in alley air
just stare and offer not but black
expanse —my nowhere lair
I am not a pessimist
However I must let you know:
Every life dies, and
Once dead cannot be immortal
Body separates from soul
And soul flees to heaven or hell
Nowhere hides a fact
That you will be no longer you
As I knew as I don't know
What can help us to substitute
For God's sake ,disease, pain and
Unsolvable issues for Wealth and health
For everybody including him/er and you
I know by watch, and I know by feel
This embarrassing limit does act
And never stops by now
From the very long time ago
I realized that Everyone's life is a tragedy
And saviors are too old
Left each earthly life alone
Compromise or compete for a mutual good
It's no doubt the best route to go
We currently live in a world where hatred and prejudice
make it easy to be a pessimist…
where many people are desperately trying to survive…
so it’s up to us to do our best…to keep optimism alive.
I like think of myself as an optimist…I try to stay upbeat every day…
It helps me to keep going when things don’t go my way.
It’s not that bad things don’t happen to me…
that my life is without misfortune or strife…
It’s that my optimism helps reminds me I’m only having a bad day
in what is still a wonderful life.
I’m not dismissing pessimism…in it’s own way it can be a useful attribute.
The Wright Brothers (two optimists) created the airplane…
While Louis-Sébastien Lenormand from France
(who I assume was a pessimist) invented the parachute.
I’m not an expert…it’s possible pessimists may be right…
but I say with some confidence and pride
optimism makes for a much more enjoyable ride.
So I will stick with optimism…I’ll try my best to waltz through every pain
and when bad weather visits…I’ll go dancing in the rain.
And at this time in history when evil has darkened our world
when it’s difficult to see the light…
I’ll find my optimism…my hope for the future
In the stars that shine at night.
I believe there are more optimists out there…
those who on a cloudy day can find the sun.
The proof for me is close to home… you see I married one.
If you need more proof of optimism…
the next time you’re depressed…or find yourself in a pinch…
remember the modern pencil is 7 inches long…
while the eraser…is only half an inch.
I know that I am a lover,
because I have been a fighter,
I know I am a poet, because I
had been an essay writer.
I know I am strong, because I
had been weak,
I know I am handsome,
because I have girlfriends who
are clique.
I know now that I am an
optimist, because I have
suffered the pangs of a
pessimist,
I know now am a mercenary for
truth, because I have known the
pains of an extremist.
I know I am wise because I had
been foolish,
I know now I am a saver,
because I had been lavish.
I know now that I can live a life
of joy, because I have been
remorse,
I know now that I can be
married, because I know what
is a divorce.
I know now I can be good,
because I have felt badness,
I know now I can laugh,
because I have known sadness.
I know now I can be creative,
because I have been
destructive,
I know now I can be open,
because I have been
obstructive.
I know now I am sober,
because I have been a drunk,
I know now I can perpetuate,
because I have been a debunk.
And finally
I know now that I can live in
anticipation, because I have
lived a life filled with surprises,
I know now that I wear my own
attitude, because I know what it
is to live in guises.
I know now…..
I know now……
From my heart
There is a peace, a joy
That comes from believing
He is always with me,
He silences the worries,
Fills me up with hope and courage,
Inspires me to give away
All the love that He stimulates
With the grace that He provides
Grace that is so much - alive,
Like the dazzling stars at night
Like the sun who shines so bright
Like the wonder of a butterfly
Grace like this is beyond description
It is powerful, bringing the soul conviction
Through the spirit, sending sweet
Feelings of love that kisses away the tear
Flowing from the memory, the fear
That seems like it can inhibit every beauty,
Dissuade the music, the dance, the love
That abides inside the heart…
Who knows He is alive – He has survived
The skeptic, the cynic, the pessimist…
All the doubters who bring with them –
Despair, disillusion and discouragement
He is ALIVE – a all-consuming fire,
Stirring up the soul to delight
In all the beauty He has inspired
The miracles, the wonder, the peace
That flows down from the throne
Where His love can defeat any adversary!
"What is beauty? Where is it to be found?" the pessimist mused.
"Beauty? - 'Tis to be found all about you!" the optimist enthused.
"For example, nothing will warm the soul or better yet beguile,
Than the beauty in the purity of a little child's smile!"
"But that is such an ordinary thing", the pessimist declared.
"Ah, but simple things hold untold beauty", the optimist shared.
"Look upon the beauty of the earth after a gently falling rain;
Do not the flowers bloom, enhancing the beauty of His domain?"
"I'll grant you that, but tell me more", the pessimist stated.
"Look for inner beauty in others", the optimist related.
"Gaze upon the beauty of our elders, their faces lined with care;
Is there anything more glorious than their silvery crown of hair?"
"You strike me as a learned philosopher", the pessimist allowed.
"No, I simply search for beauty in all things", the optimist avowed.
"Like the water's hymn as it plays its theme upon a flowing creek,
And the beauty of life and love - these are the things I seek!"
"Tell me, is it too late to change my view?" the pessimist sighed.
"Nay, 'tis never too late to start anew!" the optimist replied.
"Beauty and treasure abounds awaiting your full appreciation,
From the merest to the mightiest of God's magnificent Creation!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
12/28/21
"Dodging Karens"
So easily time is merely wasted
Hidden or in fine print, not always clearly stated
People often irritated
You and your bull leaves me infuriated
Stomach such a serious statement
Every day I'm severely faded
Damage being done, much deteriorated
Disappointed in myself, some of it nearly hated
Meanwhile on a yearly basis
Areas poorly or properly irrigated
Goes for all not just a pessimist
Near and far from any precipice
All this petty s***, has no effectiveness
I shouldn't have to mention it
But go ahead and second guess this quick
Does no good remaining directionless
The same could be said for negligence
While indoor or out among the elements
In a world full of good intentions and deceptiveness
Just a game or serious matter involving counter intelligence
It's of importance or no relevance
Looking at it negatively and with a dark view
Quick to argue
Reaching for firearms too
Little if any regard, their intent is to harm you
Sad that such things are true
When problems arise they give up or march through
It hit home or was sounding strange
Compared to what was there has been astounding change
While far away or within a mountain range
Areas thriving or barren
Running errands
Dodging Karens
Driving like I'm in a McLaren
Flying high as a Great Blue Heron
In and out of a greenhouse
Never give up or just continue to dream about
What you desire, while still having these doubts
I'll give you a three count
For now, I'm going to peace out
The plum tree over the Zen pond,
reflects in vivid purple colors in the pond,
The scattered colored autumn leaves,
swim in the water with colorful carps with perpetual ease.
The optimist sees the sky is the limit and feel free,
as they watch fallen leaves touch the top of the reflected tree,
The pessimist visions the inspirations going downhill,
as the leaves wither and decay in the autumn chill.
The autumn moon covers the pond with its silvery light sheets,
The sky, galaxies, planets, stars and moon all reflect in its soothing bliss,
The whole contained universe is so calm, quiet and peaceful,
That even a tiny falling plum leaf creates concentric hubs of terrestrial upheaval.
What is the sound of silence?
Who is hearing this sound?
The peaceful heart sings its inaudible melody,
But always wonders, who is that hears?
Date: 5/1/2023
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Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Under leaden skies where shadows gather,
We look back at the great tragedy of the ages,
Since the Enlightenment, we admire the shattered dreams,
Where optimists, as architects of false hopes,
Have woven the warp of fear and bitter fury.
The fire of illusion rose like a falling star,
Its light shining over darkened lands,
But the flames of dreams became burning infernos,
Where angel wings and the voices of humanity burned in darkness.
In the ash temples of the troubled past,
The ghosts of the Holocaust and the Gulag whisper,
Great crimes, born of dazzling mirages,
Are painted on the canvas of history, by the hand of unbridled desire.
On the night sky, we weave constellations of despair,
From dead stars and galaxies of remorse,
We are not surprised that illusions have nourished deep wounds,
When those drunk on hopes created ruins of desire.
The palaces of dreams were built on abysses,
In labyrinths of longing and eternal deceptions,
Their towers, constructed from the sands of time,
Collapsed under the desert weight of empty promises.
Fallen angels weep in the recesses of memory,
On wings broken by ideals too high for humanity,
And the souls that believed in earthly edens,
Found only desolate fields, filled with sorrow and silence.
Gazing towards unknown horizons,
In this timeless scene of immortality,
The optimist wanders, an alchemist of his own disaster,
Turning the gold of hope into the lead of eternal regret.
And beyond the mist of time, in complete unknowing,
Only echoes of lost illusions remain,
There, where the curtain is moth-eaten,
We see only masks and spirits that dance in silence.
In the mystic darkness of our existence,
Lies the painful truth of our dreams,
In a cosmic chaos that intertwines hope and ruin,
The optimist and the pessimist, united in the infinite dance of destiny.