Long Veneration Poems

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Premium Member The Seedling

The other day, strolling along a rushing mountain stream,
Upon the carpeted forest floor I saw a golden beam.
It shown upon a blue spruce seedling only inches high.
I tarried to contemplate its future, resting upon a stone nearby.

Will you grow up to become a family's Christmas tree,
Brightly bedecked, with children dancing about with glee?
Or grow to towering height, reaching for the pristine sky,
Adorned with cones and spreading bough, pleasing to passersby?

Perhaps you'll be chosen as the Yule tree to grace the President's abode,
An honor upon which very few of your peers will e'er be bestowed,
Your peak topped with a star symbolizing peace o'er all the nation,
As joyous folks celebrate The King with great veneration!

Or in your welcoming arms will dainty birds find warmth to nest?
Will the majestic eagle linger to preen and take its rest?
You will be so magnificent when snows garnish your every bough,
As you tower, glistening, upon the frowning mountain brow!

Someone in a stroke of wisdom issued a momentous decree,
When they designated you as Colorado's official tree!
As time unfolds, many fierce storms you will surely endure.
I pray God will protect you, little one, as you continue to mature!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Form: Rhyme


Moss Cowed Covenant I Keep Putin Off

Moss Cowed Covenant I Keep Putin Off...

For preservation, salvation,
and veneration, though with hold
ding temptation two mike
pence sieve lee clear,
to immoral majority mold
toot hoods, (those bajillion
Americans unanimously polled)
did want me to broadcast, communicate,

and declare, sans mock cut up fold
drawl migrant accent,
(no matter I'm getting old),
nonetheless Ivana trumpet from Taj Mahal
straight to Mar-A-Lago) all told,
plus thank commensurate Republicans
(past or present), who extolled,
an invisible grandiose fire walled

barricade (donning, enclosing,
and fortifying) against Carl mauled
din lookalike hackers,
despite one sporting "FAKE"
hook nosed, hunchbacked
donned with torn (Turin) shawled,
shrouded, and disguised vagrant, indigent,
double chinned agent – bald

(except for being bewigged),
viz flowing locks of "FAKE" gold
in toe with Amazon heavily funded
unbridled trailing retinue
chanting appellation Matthew
Scott Harris alias Oswald),
no matter said faux
renegade twittering lobbyists

flock (like lemmings) within his fold,
and will happily, laughably parody
any vigilantes spot on cold,
what with his bugs
bunny eyed (What's up Doc)
intent reader rabbit stare,
that doth playfully scold
any Bare Ladies scantily

linkedin, NOT nsync
with netiquette politesse mold
dinned communication, (asper
my pork chopped message
higglety pigglety divulged)
obeying tacit gold
din rule to hoodwink public, nonetheless
lemme exemplify, how

Democrats plan to hold
world web hostage
by secret Ransomware sold,
thru dark web bitcoin blockchain trolled
to collude with "crooked Hillary"
under Ponzi scheme auspices doled

courtesy, sans spongebobsquarepants
omnipotent NON GMO
gluten CRISPR rolled
oat sized INTEL nanobots,
no bigger than mold
spores heavily scrutinizing,
policing, monitoring and 
fortifying electronic Internet scaffold.

Walks are not just for dorks



Those of a rose tinted generation

Glinted prose chose no hesitation

Hinted are minted their veneration

For a libation after a perambulation


Doom scroll eyes roll takes its toll

Whole droll troll patrol lies rigmarole 

Don’t mull just cull ar*sehole annul 

Save your soul & go out for a stroll


Get out of a rut preamble to every ramble

Shortcut gamble through glut of bramble

Shamble to hidden hut one last scramble

Or tut treasure a leisurely afternoon amble    


You’re not a dork if at some birds you do like to gawk

Paths fork saw a hawk adore encore of a stork squawk

Ponder the wonder & explore as you wander or walk

  
Feel like an odd bod need to plod trod across the sod

Riven but arise as wise as a judge given a fonder nudge 

Defies rivers sporting god with your prize fishing rod 


Leave the drudge and trudge through the sludge 

Ridden forgiven bidden by hidden spot don’t budge

Knowing nod you can’t begrudge being on your tod  

 
Tramp then glamp or treks scheming to build pecs

Hike or bike like mental morphine endorphins spike

Muscles flex steamed up specs beers down necks

Dreams hatching in sunbeams of catching a pike


Swagger or saunter or stagger just being outdoors

Clears pores ignore the chores new places detours

A wee snifter free to roam a drifter since I was a tot 


Constitutional or promenade on mother nature’s tours

Be a mate get girth over turf surf my gait over farm gate

Disown wry homegrown fall guy & fly over every sly sty

 
Traipse or trot don’t give a jot.. just be out and about a lot

Won't on sofa berth lie a drone alone with phone must try

Why on earth be shy just get by move & groove you know why
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Would You Be My Muse

Are you looking for someone to inspire?
Do you fancy being one’s object of desire?
Do you want to be the spark that sets my world on fire?
In other words, would you like to be my Muse?

There’s a vacancy on my pedestal
For someone more divine than terrestrial;
Or someone like you—almost celestial.
How about it—would you like to be my Muse?

Chorus
You could be the entity that brings out my creativity,
Give nuance and subtlety to the rhymes in my poetry,
And bridge my melody with polyphonic harmony.
You could light the fuse that sparks my art with tints and hues.
Together we could never lose… if you’d only be my Muse.

In return for being my inspiration
You’ll have my devotion and veneration,
And be named in all my dedications.
If you’d be my beloved Muse.
Form: Lyric

Wordsmith's Veneration

Wordsmith's Veneration...

Aye willy nilly understate (trying 2)
tantalize, hypnotize, galvanize...
with "FAKE" trumpeting
spellbinding, rambling, quivering...
intoxicating, hallucinating, gyrating,
stop to take a breather...

English Language vocabulary, a
fascination, intoxication, provocation...
upon me ocular, neurological, mental...
faculties of this nattering nabob
from outer limits of twilight zone
i.e. literary krazy Jewish jabberwocky

issuing haphazard global toll till 
fallout exacting deserved damn
cratering nascent (inchoate) career
digitally/electronically bi:
ne'er re: carpet bombing

away upon modus operandi, sans
sesquipedalian shrapnel strafes wrought
realization literary scaffolding
complex edifice thought
out in mind of yours truly,
not popularly sought

opportunity to experience
rush of excitement,
asper choice winner equals naught
inexorable effort to cobble innovative
linkedin words disappointment fraught
submissions witness polite declinations

attesting, lamenting, regarding poetic
expansive glommed language, unlikely
success tubby brought
adulation, commendation, enunciation...
fades into afterthought.

Ablest adept adroit aficionado
applauded aspiring authors accorded
absolute badge because
brevity brews brilliant burnished
bravado bubbling budding bulwark
captivatingly collates, communicates,
constitutes conveys avast literary

Grand Canyon chiseled, sans scribe's
Colorado devoid, asper driven desperado
contrariwise, through prevalent
persistent pinterest proclivity,
plus plethora pronounced propensity

resoundingly regaling readers
re: raffish ridiculous rumination
renders endeavor incommunicado
diligent doggedness ironically -
dampens dueling dynamic dud

dutifully dramatically diminishing
divine dream deemed darling
distinguished doodling I sip
prose poe hit tick drafter
equally or exceeding
prospects envisioning El Dorado,

thus this Neanderthal sites his lumbering
lugubrious trademark, an
immediate attribute sensing
missive heading directly
to Davy Jones locker
dead reckoning deep virtual
waters of cyber sea!


Minuanetta- Your Love Is Like a Reverie

Your LOVE is like an adoring reverie,
               like pebbles on a shore you surface me-
Like a tide in the sand you set me free,
     you bring healing to this heart’s TRIBUTARY.
You flow through me like a tender memory. 

       I need you like a babbling brook of infatuation, 
in REVERENCE to the stream of our veneration-
              You bring a watercourse of life’s inspiration 
and ease with a sincere CURRENT of alleviation. 

           There’s a deluge running through my veins, 
 now only a waterway of LOYALTY remains-
             You are mother nature’s beauty my heart contains. 

      We share a fluvial flow of a lover’s CONNECTION,
             an aqueous cascade showering me with affection. 

The slightest touch of your hand sends a piety of EMOTION.

           This flux in motion has caused such flattery, 
                       making me so GRATEFUL for your beloved creation-
               Each time you caress me my soul obtains
                     a meandering stream of pure perfection. 
                                      For your love is like a reverie of DEVOTION. 




January 27th, 2018
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Seventeen Is the Lucky Number

Set out on hope to build idyllic life
in an impaired world swept by storm of strife,
wandered with heart’s bowl with dregs of empath,
sense of veneration lost on rough path.

Mind became fragile in grip of weakness,
broke supine dreams, stowed in wasteland recess.
Lamenting harsh time making life fallow,
enmeshed in calm clasp of weeping willow.

Ten long years I weathered the wild winter
till I had incidental encounter
with you, aura of sun glowed, I could see,
within your warm heart would you shelter me.

July 18, 2019
Syllable count : 10 each line
(checked on howmanysyllables.com)
Contest : 17 is the Lucky Number
Sponsor : Lu Loo
Theme chosen : Shelter Me
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Love Is

Some say that Love's 
imagination -- no medic
can plot and find; like 
science disproves a soul,

better ice cream in a solid bowl --   

some say love's a mere
occupation -- Bread and
Butter of the poet; the bard
and musician like snow-balls
scoop-up, compress and throw
it~

stick to the wall a vinyl or perhaps book;

my priest claims highest spiritual
veneration,  after earth relocation -- 
pass the plate, before it's too
late...cheaper now 
than after-hours' rate...

seems to preoccupy a world of real time 
and space...

that which man can only psychically 
place and trace --

Premium Member Memorial Day

This day, in America, we remember those who died in battle:

MEMORIAL DAY — IN LIME DEPOSITS

In lime deposits, memories live on, as torrential flesh dies.
Cries in sunshine and rain, flower up bloody sacrifice.
The hopeful blooms of freedom’s caustic cost —
The poppy seeds would last, yet nowhere ne’er suffice.

On her proud lapel, dripping with measured tears.
Upon her adorned wrist the pressure of passion petals.
The nettles that fell the fighters of shivering yesteryear.
Still jewels shine, from the home, where the quivers settle.

How thick and plush, a ruddy head rush, the beautiful field
Of poppies that spread, endlessly abroad in Eden’s bower.
Reflective hourglass sands of the past, present and future.
Repopulation of the sullen earth with faithful ruddy flowers.

The crimson crib of a lover’s garden, salted with personal tears,
Whilst life traverses, without morse code, to one’s brief generation.
War but a scourge on man’s back — the epitome of Calvary’s cross.
A long line of souls, lifted upon an unselfish tree, of love’s veneration.

5/28/2018
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Bride, 1912 - Marc Chagall

read me
   an unapologetic ache...
~ the bride of poetry 
crowned by the villanelle veins
            of vermilion veneration ~
married to the moon-warmed meraki
of mesmeric metaphors
surrendering in selflessness
    to electric elements
sprinkled like romanticized mist
onto lyrical lips
musing within the bouquet
of blazing betrothal
           dreaming down
      the altar of musical alphabets

I am the ghost of a euphonious rose
veiled in versed vows
         clothed in crimson credence
emblazoned with embers
          in exquisite euphoria

love knows the syntax of soul’s line
as syllables of sparks synchronize
    paper promises
   grammatically guiltless
tweaked thread of our truth
within this origami heart ~
wedded to warm 
sea-deep blue breeze
                  of woven whimsicality...

  intoxicated ~ infatuated ~ invigorated
      by the rhythm of rhyme
whilst arteries of twilight
         inhale this undeniable union
breathing deliriously
      amidst affectionate adjectives…

       we are the destined desire
 ~ the blushing bride 
               and the burning ballad ~
   phrased with fervent filaments
 for I am sworn to the pulse of ink,
           a poetic fidelity, forevermore…
Form: Ekphrasis

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