Long Simba Poems
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He/She/Lemmingsonabridge BAH! SAYS YOU!
WHAT ISN'T ARTsyfartsy?
Tickle my eyes
sensations blurring
casserole fishdish
cold stone marble ears
Fiddledeedrumsticks handlebar mustache
calligraphic impotency
within the fireworks
of eastern Jupiter
Apples
Cattle ranch
my little ones
I love you I love you I love you
Salamander Samba Salsa Simba Silence Speaking Sacrilege
Loquat
Sorry Wait Water Weight Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Minneola minaret
I DON'T GET IT
I can't peel my hair!
KABOOM
spiral
Can anyone tell me the truth behind the lemon tree's bastard son, the emerald?
My brain's a leaping hopscotch feather
Ape ricotta
Ernesto Zucchini
April dentist
and... stop.
okay go!
eating tom's a foolery
Bean turd soup?
Who you calling a dirty orangeeater?
I am lord of the marshmallow!
Take a bite out of My Fig tree because
I forgot what time the dining hall
BANG COLLAPSES
Form:
At long last - blissful retirement to do as I please!
Take a cruise, go fishing, live a life of ease!
If I opt to snooze-in, I'll continue to snore,
A slave to that infernal alarm clock never more!
Ah, but hold on, what is that I hear?
My spouse says, "Come here, I need you my dear.
The lawn needs mowing, the fence to mend,
Shelves to build and the garden to tend!"
Word that I'm happily loafing has got around.
Pleas to volunteer for community projects abound.
"Will you serve on this committee for this and that?"
'Tis useless to hide 'cause they know where I'm at!
I try to avoid all phone calls asking for me.
'Tis usually someone with another plaintive plea!
I must even skulk about for my afternoon nap,
That I highly prize with dear old Simba on my lap!
Although I have tried with all my might,
I cannot escape from my hapless plight!
Lots of folks say that retirement is a bore;
Seems to me there's more to do than ever before!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
DELETE
I.(NOEL SIMBA)
For so long I kept u in my head
For so long I nurtured u like a baby
But not anymore
Tell me how can you sleep peacefully
Whatever came from your mouth was a lie all along
How do you keep on breathing
When you buried me alive
I regret how blind I turned
Believed your melodrama
Our meeting I thought was karma
Turned out to be a scammer
But it's cool, it's alright
I shake off this dust today
I shall never walk this dusty road again
II.(KAMEN JNR)
How did this dark bedroom become my companion?
How am I dying while you hold the medicine?
Erased. Recycled.
Erased. Recycled.
A cycle I've longed to escape.
Today, I finally did it.
I wiped away the connection.
Now I only hope
to erase those moments too.
I raise the white flag.
I give up.
©Noel Simba The Amazing Pencil and Rodrick kamen JNR
Feathery snowflakes as large as silver dollars waft slowly to the ground!
It's been snowing since yesterday and in the house we are cozily bound.
It has blanketed the lawn and adorned the ponderosa with garlands so grand.
Jack Frost has etched arabesque designs on our windowpanes without end!
My spouse and I are cuddled on the couch sipping Beringer Chardonnay.
Shadows dance about the room from the fireplace log smoldering away.
The lights are low and Montavani's soothing music is so pleasing to the ear.
'Tis the perfect ambience as we watch it snow and reminisce about yesteryear.
Spooks the dog and Simba the cat have called a truce to their usual brawling.
They seem to be at peace and, entwined, nigh the hearth they lie sprawling.
Outside, the snow is drifting and suddenly I hear a horse's muted neigh,
Trotting merrily along with a load of cheerful folk in an old-fashioned sleigh!
Currier and Ives would be hard pressed to depict such a scene as this.
With the one you love before a glowing fire on such a night is pure bliss.
I am going to savor this special evening 'cause just as sure as I'm alive,
I'll be up at the crack of dawn shoveling heaps of snow from my drive!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 in Gail Angel Doyle's "Winter's Blanket" contest - Nov 2012
Ah! To lie back and relax in the cushions of my recliner!
At the end of a wearisome day, nothing could be finer!
Alas, even Simba the cat considers it his favorite lair.
That I can tell by the tufts of yellow hair clinging there!
Its arms have embraced me in many a snoreful snooze.
With the cat in my lap, then it's off with my shoes!
I read my Bible in the comfort of my old chair,
And chat with the Lord as I offer Him my prayer!
Pleasurable are the times I hold the grandkids on my lap,
Regaling them with tales as they drift off to nap.
From it I've hurled abuse at my favorite football team,
And vented my rage at politicians' every ploy and scheme!
Settled in the chair I like to muse and reminisce,
Recalling fond memories of places and people I miss.
'Tis my oasis for listening to music to help me unwind.
I can kick up my feet and retreat from the daily grind!
Flopped in the chair, I've read great books about this and that,
And with my spouse nearby, I've enjoyed many an intimate chat.
With embers aglow on the grate, there's no place I'd rather be,
As we savor a mug o' coffee or a steaming cup o' tea!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
In my mind's eye I see this incredible vision that would make a beautiful African painting. Perhaps I shall try to make it real.
I dedicate this poem to the women of Africa. Be inspired by Archangel Ariel who is the Lioness of God.
English:
To my beautiful African lionesses
Zulu*:
Ezintombini zami ezinhle zase-Afrika
Afrikaans*:
Aan my pragtige Afrikaanse leeuwyfies
Xhosa*:
Kwiingonyamakazi zam ezintle zaseAfrika
Swahili*:
Kwa simba zangu warembo wa Kiafrika
Arabic*:
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'iilaa labawaati al'afriqiaat aljamilat
French*:
A mes belles lionnes d'Afrique
Portuguese:
Para minhas lindas leoas africanas
Yoruba*:
Si awon abo kiniun mi l?wa
Igbo*:
Nye nd? nne m mara mma
Hausa*:
Zuwa ga kyawawan zakoki na Afirka
My beautiful African lionesses
By Michelle Morris
17/08/2023
There is a lioness within
Every African woman's heart
She often has to hide it
Lest the Dark ones want its spark
But it cannot remain hidden
For she will always stand tall
Walk with grace and beauty
So much courage through it all
That lioness is there with her
Like her ancestors by her side
They give her strength and forebearance
To take this life path in her stride
All the pain and the sacrifice
All the grief and the sorrow
It is washed away into the river
Only good is there for tomorrow
The waters ebb and flow
Like our mountain roads towards home
We shall build our communities
Share our wisdom and our rainbows
We are not forgotten, dear ones
Africa is the cradle of mankind
Our seeds have scattered with the wind
To nurture and develop resilient minds
For we are humble and gentle
We are powerful and mighty
The Sun sees our warmth
The Moon knows our kindness
For we are blessed and guided
We share knowledge and history
Our empathy and compassion
Creates Ubuntu in our region
The Angels and Archangels are here
They surround us with Light and love
For Africa, her time is coming
To help us with life on Earth
Oh, my beautiful African lionesses
Take heart that all your prayers are heard
Your tears fall and spring forth new life
Throughout Africa and this world
© Michelle Morris, 2023
We left our intrepid adventures on the plains of the Serengeti and there we will
re-join them. Pukka has heard word of an evil genie down in the old Rhodesia
He appears to have set up shop taking whatever he wants by magic and other
such underhand means. It is said that he has his eye set on the moon maiden.
Oh no that would be a bad thing for she to have to suffer. Just then a native flung himself before Simba and Pukka masters oh masters he has captured
the moon goddess. We need to rescue her to save night itself can you imaged
a day with out night just endless days too terrible to think about. After a
deep pondering yes said they could not and must rescue her without delay.
Arriving at his court Benjay told them he was in the wrong and released
her without delay. The friends decided to hire troop of guards to protect her
and various other things with these in place they felt safe enough to
take long vacations and left to do their own things
Some folks complain that rainy days get them down in the dumps,
Causin' depression and a dreadful case of the grumps!
But I relish rainy days, cozily ensconced by the fire,
And rain peltin' my window pane, a sound of which I never tire!
Even though the day is cloudy and somewhat drear,
Absorbed in a good book and listenin' to music brings me cheer.
Why would I want to do anything else, as I stifle a yawn;
Besides, the welcome rain is needed for my thirsty lawn!
I s'pose I could catch up on chores that I've left undone,
But just thinkin' about that doesn't sound like much fun.
I'll just procrastinate, meditate and watch the world pass by.
Should the telephone ring, I don't even think I'll reply!
The storm intensifies, the gale lashes around the house,
As I, contented, have coffee and reminisce with my spouse.
Simba the cat snoozes in his usual place nigh the hearth.
Later, he hops in my lap, purrin' for all he's worth!
I'm gonna relax and listen to the rain's soothin' serenade,
As it continues to pelt my windows in a blindin' cascade,
For I know that tomorrow these simple pleasures I must forego;
Alas, I'll have the garden to weed and that pesky lawn to mow!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Honorable Mention in the "Monsoon Storms" Contest - June 2010
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Honorable Mention in "Monsoon Storm" Contest - June 2010
Nussar " BigKnuckle" Dander, "Godbout" Lovell Moody
and "Oklahoma Cowboy" verses "Chef" Gussal Van Galloure
," The Goofy" Bostonain and Kaultour Jinx
Ended with a inverted figure four submission
When the Jinx caught Lovell Moody in his patented
Hussy Has-been. 45;44.
Ghetto Sushi and "The Best" Jess Correa beat Union Garcia
Amble and Aston Garcia in a Kangaroo four way
When Ghetto Sushi right crossed Amble and scored a pinfall
At 21:35.
"Boogalou" Bisstin Dagger beat " Deepthroat "Bassey Trifledudebvia a small cradle @ 5:45.
Morgus Bradshaw thrashed World Champion Getts Wright
Scoring a pinfall at 2:33.;the match was nontitled
It was Morgus' debut.
Chopp "Puck" Feral and Diffa Von Hessler loss in two falls to
Giant Simba in a two on one mismatch @6:00
"The Bamma" Borga Dandruff battled The Bankday Brawler to a draw in a Garment Buyout Brawl, where the loser had to donate their purse to a local charity, this caused a member of the charity group to enter the ring and attack The Ba.ma who fought ba k and became suspended from completion for 30 days.
Mufasa smiled at his eager young cub
Simba was a prince, but this meant nothing
at this second in the love of the moment
What do you see? Mufasa asked his son.
Pinks and yellows, tans, flowers, a meadow, the savannah
What feels does it bring to you?
Simba took a deep breath and let it out slowly
I feel peace, he told his daddy, the king
Mufasa knew that his son would do well
for he was not corrupted in any way,
he did not thirst for power or majesty like Scar
You are my son, he told him, and it makes me proud
Simba took another deep sigh,
breathing in the love of the savannah,
with no worries or cares, thinking he would have his father forever