Long Triumphal Poems
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Walking along the Tiber's River walls,
one discovers hieroglyphics
depicting images of Romans
engaging in battles; they seem
mythical warriors so appealing.
As legend goes, Romulus
became the first roman king,
he founded Rome once
an insignificant rural village;
in the shortest time,
it grew into a powerful city
that ruled the ancient world
with intimidation and atrocity.
Each hieroglyphic tells
a story of victory,
of defeat, of conquest,
of cruelty and dominion:
hear Julius Caesar
speak against his enemy
in the Roman Forum!
It's such a sorrowful echo of distrust;
hear the shouts of proud citizens
overtaken by anger and disgust...
even louder they would be after
his premeditated assassination!
Every empire old or new
has known its glory in full;
and Rome more than any
empire has excelled them all.
If those hieroglyphics tell
of its greatness and superiority,
they also should expose
the evil minds of some emperors:
like Caligula, Nero and Diocletian
who ruled with a steady iron hand.
Constantine's conversion
to Christianity brought harmony,
the inhumane slaughtering
of innocent Christians was halted.
Would this empire have survived
without its legions of mighty stronghold?
Hieroglyphics itched in triumphal arches,
temples and monuments attest:
that the rise to power takes
an ingenuity which begins
with a strategic concept.
Today a world government
is in its raw state, other
hieroglyphics will be carved,
and along with holograms,
one sees images beyond
imagination and belief.
Will humans leave
a testament of their
existence with
a science so brief?
I wasn’t much of a bonnet gal
never wanting to mess my hair
at scouts I was the first rascal
to toss that beanie in the air
and run the *ell out of there!
My college days brought brims most carnal
which dipped low in the front like Cher’s.
And head scarfs I removed, a scadal,
to wrap around my bosoms bare
so cold in the concerts open-air.
Much latter, at my wedding avowal
with a veil over the whole affair,
I walked down the isle triumphal
with a husband most debonair
and oodles of family who stared.
But my most favorite hat was lethal,
as a pirates moll, I had savior faire,
black leather and most demonical
with peacock feathers trailing for flair
“Argghh, me hearties, I was the bonniest there.”
A herald announced the joyous news that a king was to visit my hometown!
Jerusalem was abuzz anticipating seeing a royal king wearing a regal crown!
I could visualize his majesty arriving on a prancing Arabian steed,
Or being borne upon a lavishly bespangled camel of exceptional breed!
I'd also heard that kings were borne in magnificent coaches gilt with gold,
And that with great pomp and blare of trumpets their procession was foretold!
This I wanted to see so I joined the milling throng and got a curbside seat!
Thousands of jubilant celebrants lined both sides of the city's dusty street!
"Here He comes!" shouted the mob! "Hosanna In the Highest!", they cried!
I strained my neck to see a real king in purple robes, the nation's pride!
The exultant crowd spread their cloaks and waved palm fronds along the mews,
Shouting, "Hosanna To Christ The King! The promised Messiah of Good News!"
This king, this King of Kings, rode a lowly donkey as His means of transportation!
I was told that a prophet Zecharia said He'd ride one for His triumphal celebration!
As He passed by I fell to my knees! He looked directly AT ME!, smiled and waved!
From that moment I became His disciple - straight paths for me He hath paved!
The man next to me said this man, this King, was born in a stable cave,
And that of His power to heal the ailing, blind and lame He freely gave!
Unlike earthly kings, He even promised eternal life for a sinner like me!
From this day forward I'll forever follow that good man from Galilee!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Government voodoo policies
that fan the fangs of poverty
to forecast economic growth
Are yet unimaginable
Like one should go to hell to burn
And be there to dream of heaven
Is the government renewed hope
For its citizens doomed to hades
Citizens in misery lament
For a government of change
To bring that change that could not change
Their ill economic fortune
And in feigned triumphal entry
to aso ville, the rulers
Always hatched policies
Against overburdened citizens
Rather than expand production
reduce cost of goods and service
They ban subsidies, increase tax
Devalue the poor currency
Only to bask in extravagance
Against the rising tide of debt
And austerity drowning in
The masses in vanishing hope!
The fervent, abiding sun
mirrors the gallant, coarse grass.
An alluring, charming tree
is threaded with a fine thread
of a stork.
Living in the moonless night
an unflinching spell of life
and caressing it, it will be
absolutely ecstatic.
An ardent spring of a glowing,
luminous lamb
dresses a triumphal tomorrow.
A grievous , weeping nightingale
fades in a deluge,
dense knoll.
The violet, crimson goal
stays in a passionate,
light mound.
Joyous, stoneless days
gleam unquestionably.
A bluebird unfurling its wings
like petals may cross
the blissful , tidal creek.
A valiant swallow never
succumbs to a permanent fire.\
An unfettered, unbounded
chrysanthemum grins
with bliss.
The phoenix blossoms like .
an enchanted rivulet.
TRANSIT GLORIA
turning surreal
blooming
imaginative
yet vintage
& compelling in loftiness
an influx
of euphoria
triumphal
yet unbowed
such contemporary
polemics
in
joyful shrieks
an embellishment
to reward & reinvigorates
yet
a contentious dream
obscure & curious
in an
endless
procession
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
1.
My Valentine, how you do shine,
your kisses taste of love’s own wine,
you are the love on which I dine.
In eternal grace, a song is sung,
once again love’s bell has been rung,
by love’s stinger, I have been stung.
It comes from the lips of an angel,
the sweet kiss that loves can foretell,
stand before me, down in the dell.
Our song is love, the eternal dream,
within my mind, you are love’s theme,
you are ever my love supreme.
Our song is from a heart of gold,
the wondrous story that is told.
2.
The wondrous story that is told,
a passion that has come from old,
you are the heart that e’er runs gold.
It is your heart that shines so bright,
you are love’s dream throughout the night,
you take me to the highest height.
Your heart does sing triumphal praise,
you are beauty before my gaze,
in all my dreams, you do amaze.
Sing love’s song and my fire shall light,
forever, your star shall shine bright,
my beloved, sing in our night.
I take your hand, our story told,
it makes our hearts once more run gold
3.
It makes our hearts once more run gold,
our hearts weep joy, our story told,
for your sweetheart, my love is sold.
My soul fills with light when you sing,
what love, to my heart, you do bring,
now, you are my everything.
You are beauty, you are glory,
what joy within our love story,
you are ever love’s victory.
Eyes bright, full of love they do shine,
our love does sing, my Valentine,
in love’s desire, we both do dine,
In love’s endeavour, we are bold,
to you, my heart, I have sold.
4.
To you, my heart, I have sold,
in the joy of love, a heart beats bold,
my soul is light, glory foretold.
My love, Diane, your beauty sings,
your eyes shine bright, what joy love brings,
we two do fly on golden wings.
I fall into their depths, my love,
now, you shall ever be my dove,
our love is wonder, high above.
Share in my passion, my deep desire,
shine on, my love, light my heart’s fire,
I play for you, an angel’s lyre.
My beloved, take me to Mars,
as we hear love’s thousand guitars,
Adventurous mariners have sailed the seas for centuries past.
Their fortunes, their very lives upon God's mercies were cast.
Alone and miniscule upon the vast expanses of the sea,
God's protection from the raging waves was their fervent plea.
The shrieking winds roil the seas into billowing waves,
That have, alas, doomed many souls to watery graves.
There to await Gabriel's beckoning, triumphal call,
And shed the tattered remnants of their sepulchral pall.
When stormy seas make reaching port seem so slim,
Even the most courageous crew will put their trust in Him.
With His steadfast hands upon the wheel, overseeing navigation,
From the perils of the sea, He will be their sole salvation.
Ah, to view a glorious sunset on an occasional sea serene.
Only the Master Artist can depict such a splendid scene!
But with the merest breeze the whitecaps begin to form.
Could this be the precursor of another dreadful storm?
'Tis truly awe-inspiring hearing the rolling breakers roar,
As they rush from afar, battering the tranquil shore.
Tho' foolish man endeavors to control things by decree,
Only He Who rules over all, can calm the restless sea!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I am one of the nearly men
Never quite the best
Not really of the crowd
Not quite one of the rest.
You see us in every photograph
When the prizes are handed out
Making up the numbers yet
Never standing out,
For we nearly men and dreamers
Just stand back and allow
The doers and the action men
Their triumphal bows.
We feed our children humour
And tell them it’s no disgrace
To amble along comfortably
In the middle of the race.
We don’t believe in heavens
Or gods at pearly gates
So we try with dignity
To accept our various fates.
We consume our allotted portions
And when it’s time to die
We face it not with a roar
But with a quiet sigh.
Nearly men and dreamers
Never quiet never loud
Trying their hardest not
To mingle with the crowd.
Jesus was beginning His Jerusalem trip
now getting close to Bethphage village
He sent two disciples ahead to go there
giving them instructions for this early stage
They would find a colt tied never been ridden
untie it and bring it here to me as I've said
if someone asks why say the Lord needs it
but will afterwards send it back to its stead
So the disciples did as they were told
everything exactly to a tee even what was asked
when they answered Jesus they were let go
they returned to Jesus having done his task
As the disciples showed Jesus the colt
throwing their cloaks upon it for Jesus to sit
now as a real symbolic action of submission
they threw their cloaks on the road to be fit
Everyone now shouted Hosanna to the Messiah
as He entered Jerusalem hearing their acclaim
but a week later they would shout crucify Him
even here God's son they would cast the blame!
(The Triumphal Entry
Now when they drew near to Jerusalem, to Bethphage and Bethany, at the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two of his disciples and said to them, “Go into the village in front of you, and immediately as you enter it you will find a colt tied, on which no one has ever sat. Untie it and bring it. If anyone says to you, ‘Why are you doing this?’ say, ‘The Lord has need of it and will send it back here immediately.’” And they went away and found a colt tied at a door outside in the street, and they untied it. And some of those standing there said to them, “What are you doing, untying the colt?” And they told them what Jesus had said, and they let them go. And they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their cloaks on it, and he sat on it. And many spread their cloaks on the road, and others spread leafy branches that they had cut from the fields. And those who went before and those who followed were shouting, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the coming kingdom of our father David! Hosanna in the highest!”
And he entered Jerusalem and went into the temple. And when he had looked around at everything, as it was already late, he went out to Bethany with the twelve.)
Mark 11: 1-11(esv)