Long Plaint Poems
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All gods, each god-man and god-woman, have preached love on earth.
But who, except Jesus, has taught love for the enemy?
Do good to those who do good—this we've learned from our birth.
Love, He said, and do good to your enemy pleasantly.
Filled with divine love, can you bless the one who hates you?
Can you pray for the one who ill-treats you, just as a saint?
To the one who slaps your cheek, can you show the other too?
If one needs your coat, will you give your shirt too, with no plaint?
I love you. You love me. Why is someone else between us?
What's the uniqueness of this? Dicks and Harries do this.
I'm good to you. You are good to me. What's in it, complex?
Love your enemies, Jesus says, this, indeed, is true bliss.
Nishkamakarmaphalyaoga! Do your duties with love.
Serve everyone selflessly; the prize will be from above.
Acquainted ! Attracted ! I adore you, Hello Miss !
Beautiful bud of love bloomed in bliss.
Cheered ! Charmed ! Caring craving on your charisma.
Dedicated ! Drank dreamy desires drowning in dilemma.
Ecstatic emerald emotion in exciting endeavour.
Fantastic feelings flew in fervent fervour.
Grace and glamour in amour glowed on slat glance.
Humble holy happy heart hiding hesitance.
Intensive impulsive illusive instinct instantaneous,
Just making me jubilant jocund jolly joyous.
Knot of allure knitted in neat plait
Loyal liberal lavender love though not in plaint.
Mellifluous marvellous mysterious.
Noble nice neither shaky nor nervous.
Overwhelmed oblate on oblivious obsession
Pure pristine pride piercing pearly passion.
Quivering and quavering heart to quench thirst !
Romance in rapture rolls, ready to outburst.
Serene sublime simple sentiment, no sanctimony.
Thrilling, tempting togetherness ! Typical testimony.
Urge to unravel , unleash even being unconscious.
Vigorous in voice ! Veneration for my Valentine! Venus !
Whirling heart with weary eyes watched you to walk away.
‘X ‘ : The unknown ‘love’ left unsolved in 'Xtreme dismay .
Yearnings of youth yelled yielding yucky heart break.
Zone of love in zest and zing was closed on abrupt ACHE.
Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke
Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,
Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes,
Dims the cave of mirrors.
Ghost fingers
Comb seaweed hair, stroke acquamarine veins
Of marooned mariners, captives
Of Circe's sultry notes.
The barman
Dispenses igneous potions ?
Somnabulist, the band plays on.
Cocktail mixer, silvery fish
Dances for limpet clients.
Applause is steeped in lassitude,
Tangled in webs of lovers' whispers
And artful eyelash of the androgynous.
The hovering notes caress the night
Mellowed deep indigo ?still they play.
Departures linger.
Absences do not
Deplete the tavern.
They hang over the haze
As exhalations from receded shores.
Soon
, Night repossesses the silence, but till dawn
The notes hold sway, smoky
Epiphanies, possessive of the hours.
This music's plaint forgives, redeems
The deafness of the world.
Night turns
Homewards, sheathed in notes of solace, pleats
The broken silence of the heart.
- Wole Soyinka -
His fingers crashed on the Piano notes,
Like a defiant wave in the Heart of the Ocean…
An Ocean of Music, Rebellion and Symphony.
For where there is Symphony,
There is Harmony…
And where there is Harmony,
There is Beauty and Love.
The intricate melody,
Cried like a Woman Obsessed,
Like her Husband had died,
And now she shrieks for his return…
Music maybe the plaintiff,
But Never the Judge,
Never the Judge…
It sings to us the Story of Tragedies,
Blooming in the Pregnant Bellies
Of Divine Dahlias…
It adds notes and keys,
It adds emotions and memories,
It is the Plaintiff Divine,
But Never the Judge…
True Art cannot Judge,
And the Art that does,
Is Law…Not creativity.
If a boy called Kartik got lost,
The music will say,
Oh, Kartik!
Alas, Kartik!
You are dragging me away from
My happiness and True love.
The music will cry and the music will
Plaint.
But the Music will never find Kartik,
Kartik has moved from the Realm
Of the Heart,
To the realm of the Divine…
So slick and sexy. Purred past Temple Bar.
That throaty engine advertising punch.
All legal London, strolling out for lunch,
with turning heads declared, “Now that’s a car!”
So many barristers are – if not losers,
low earners and slow learners. I was one.
I, plodding back from Penge, felt put upon:
a plea, a pittance. Now for Holborn’s boozers.
That mean machine was not for saps like me.
I turned my face towards the threatening rain,
and started wearily up Chancery Lane.
A cup of tea and, hopefully, a fee
awaited me in Chambers. Alloy wheels
slid sleekly, silently – stopped at my side.
That car again! I watched the window glide
wide open. And I almost had to kneel
to see the driver. Handsome. Tall and thin.
The shirt was pastel pink, the tie was silk.
The suit was Savile Row, or of that ilk.
His words astonished me. “Well, clamber in!”
And then the penny dropped. It’s Alex R!
Agility has never been my thing,
so Reaney waited, engine idling,
as I shoe-horned myself into his car.
We’d known each other at the School of Law,
but then our paths had radically diverged.
Me, in pleas and poverty submerged,
and he, the wide blue skies of Libel to explore.
“I’ll run you back to Chambers – beat the rain.”
He asked me what had occupied my morning.
For him, the King’s Bench judges were adjourning.
I’d copped a plea in Penge – how to explain?
The major stars had Alex at the helm
when they unleashed their lawsuits on the press.
Defending thefts of bicycles – and less –
was my domain. He ruled a regal realm.
His clients of the moment, man and wife,
were household names. They’d sold their wedding day
to paparazzi, who refused to pay.
The plaint was something weird, like “Stolen Life”.
The man, from Delaware, big hair, and Jewish.
They crank out movies like there’s no tomorrow
(Chicago, Basic Instinct, Traffic, Zorro):
the girl, from Aberdare – think Cher, and shrewish.
To talk of money is a vulgar thing,
but I was desperate to know his fee.
The forty quid I’d earned, I wouldn’t see
for months to come. His wrists were dripping bling.
We’d be at Chambers in another minute.
“So, Alex,” (best to blurt the damn thing out),
“a case like that. You’re looking at … about …?”
He grinned at me and said, “you’re sitting in it.”
To think what we have done to this plaint
And now it is fast starting to lose it's worth
But we have been warned by mother earth
Just look at the mess we have made of it
At one time we questioned global warming
Now something that's constantly talked about
Fossil fuels burned , at an extreme amount
The fact that we have had so much warning
Now there's a massive hole in the ozone layer
Yeah I know this has all been said allot before
But still destroying everything right to the core
Like all of the wild life and all of the agriculture
Rain forests now fast becoming waste lands
Polluting the atmosphere with our toxic waste
Before long there won't be any human race
And to think all of this done at our own hands
Change's in the weather, changes in altitudes
Which only contributes to famine and disease
Perhaps were blind to it all no one then see's
If we're so clever why not change our attitudes
Or the situation is only then going to perpetuate
We have now been warned by mother nature
If we don't do anything sooner rather than later
We will one day pay for the damage we create
AGAIN A BIT MORE OF A POLITICAL AND UNIVERSAL ISSUE A BIT LIKE THAT
OF WORLDS STATE, A JILTED BENERATION , AND ELEMENTS OF LIFE
this I did mention brefliy in the original version of worlds state but something
wanted to write about seperlety similer to worlds state in the fact a never of many
issues that needs adressing though I do think the goverment has the power to do a lot
if they wanted to instead of dictaing these so called public school boys
why was this issue not adressd years ago in the fiftys sixes so on
the war cant be helping to the atmosphere
Penuriousness long did acquaint
yours truly, who feels loath
to lodge complaint
regarding series of unfortunate events
(Lemony Snicket be damned)
imposed monetary constraint,
now aghast with horror
(ain't no trick),
I unwittingly did faint,
only negative indebted interest accrues,
now if ever mister money bags I haint,
no gainsay purposelessness
to air principal plaint,
yet to fulfill personal daily quota
regarding poem writing
subliminally eases restraint
prompting good samaritan
deeds subsequent anointed saint
homelessness looms around
the corner crimping psyche
argh mental health depressed
courtesy poverty doth taint.
Seriously folks (especially Bugs Bunny),
I best coon sitter
turning over new leaf versus "fake"
gilded pretense success and posthumous
famous author doth leave me awake
nsync courtesy restless leg syndrome
shakes bed (lamb - spouse) like earthquake,
whereby thwack with her elbow
finds broken rib cage, when thus spake
Zarathustra bidding me to branch off
and leave writing... say kickstart
panhandling as faux grubstake
with global warming...
formerly deeply buried
untold bajillion dollars free,
for taking, thus best not forsake
golden, silver, bronze... opportunity
analogously swimming within monied lake,
or accumulate stash tall as Taj Mahal
and/or Trump Tower livingsocial footloose
and fancy free gourmandizing
till I resemble Mar-a-lago sized beefcake
recklessly splurging penny wise
and pound foolish
proudly arrogantly boasting
what cutthroat tactics can accomplish,
hmm... perhaps contemplating
on whim purchasing Greenland
for a song (infringing,
extracting, bilking... copyrights) swish
goes signature scribble to abolish
purposeless law meant as hedge
to sideline ruthless machiavellian brash
art of the deal done courtesy genius
eh... so what if the global
financial market doth crash, viz fillet of fish?
Oh! To possess the freedom of an eagle able to soar!
'Twas the plaint of ancients, their gods to implore!
To cast aside the shackles binding man to his sphere,
And wing skyward, to space, that final frontier!
On a bleak December day on the sands of Kill Devil Hill,
Two bicycle mechanics began man's dream to fulfill.
Gliding just a few feet and only a few seconds in time.
Oh! The marvels of flight wrought since that time sublime!
Since flight's genesis on that desolate shore,
Valiant knights to farther heights did ever soar.
Gently kissed by towering clouds, filled with elation,
Peering down upon the beauty of God's Creation!
Since those first tentative footprints on earth's satellite,
Farther into the mysterious universe, man has set his sight,
To explore the eternal darkness of space beyond the stars,
And one day tread upon that august planet call Mars!
Many gallant souls have made the ultimate flight,
Tenderly embraced in God's arms to ease their perilous plight.
His steady hand steering them through the vast celestial dome,
Guiding them on that final flight to His Eternal Home!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)