Long Western Poems
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The day, now clearer-skied and cloudy strips cruise
in shades of deep dark sapphire and Aegean blues
with sweeter shades of cerulean azure oceanic hues;
stretching out in yawns across the western horizon
as if riding on the surf rise of Poseidon;
while in the east, straight up past high noon widening
it comes -
the rising, glowing creamy coconut balled sun
brilliant blinding white ivory yellowed burning rays run,
cooled in the breeze yet hot on the skin and face
but here, in the garden place
beneath the shaded nurtured paths
where the maple, sycamore, and oaks holdfast
beneath them, the shadows are cast;
the leftover morning imagery begins to spill,
in scented lilacs, honeysuckle and magnolia fills,
soon with perfect time and match
birdsong rings from nested eggs that hatch
life grateful that winter chill has passed;
as spring returns smolder and burns
with every flowing ghost of shadows in their turns,
they dance, they hide, they glide,
life flows in the shadows run.
I am but a tiny sapling
Growing on the side of the mountain
Freshly breaking new ground, hopeful for the warm embrace of the eastern sun
At first I was a seedling that rode from the western winds of a hurricane
My face dripped from Sea Breeze, like tears of joy
I got swept away, I flew
Higher than Hot Air Balloons
That are gigantic floating Chinese lanterns whose mouths are fuelled by a tongues ablaze
Incinerating
I Ride on the backs of Geese
Their steel like apparatus wings catches the prevailing winds
I nestle myself amongst the bed of sweet grasses
I lay awake at night listening to the howling wolves
Who cry for their unrequited lovers, they are four legged Shakespearean Artists.
I feel the cool trickle of the neighbor Glacier Lake that nourishes me, what the perfect welcoming
committee
I am but a tiny sapling
Growing on the side of a mountain
Watch in awe as I grow magnificiently
Just In Headliners:
A sinister come-back
Falsity applies, a genuine bible hack
In a Dracon stratosphere, a reincarnate
Harsh is a nice word, worst of the worst
Anticipating being heard, spitting at the herd
You don’t understand how good you’re at it
What awaits us lonely hobbit
Acute awareness behind lips whistle
Missiles of angst, killer of bloody killer’s
Boasting and blasting warns of crucifixion
Shaking a finger, shaming on us
And nothing for the souls, they’ve had it
The riff raff became a bore, as he is more
Swinger raising quite a few eyebrows
Mad cow, bird brain, fluish mind bestows
Astral parasites, bloody vampire bites
Make space stagnant, a dangerous empire
Hate beast the top crow eats crow
Painfully punitive now disappear
An emperor naked to the world
Take my eyes for they see the truth
I see the people who live in fear, gone by
Mutilator of words they are lost in the gallows
Take my ears they tire of lies hard to swallow
Stringent ideas, antis’—shït show theatre
Clique-Nik's tough trumpeter’s end is closer
Brutalist codefest a poser nauseates
Hope feels buried in alabaster quick sands
Tears shall drip for years in western pools
Take my breath for I can’t live with fascist fools
In tyrannical hell where opaque deeds dwell
It's uncertainty smells of rotting flesh
Not a time for the timid of heart
Not a time for summer soldiers
nor quasi part-time patriots
Perhaps the end of time
or just another existential design
in a warped world
I’m a roving cowboy atop the finest steed
I look upon this arid land with nothing here to eat.
But used I am to open spaces and arid lands to boot
So even if you see no pack be sure I 've got me food.
In my hat 'pon my head a B- sits mighty fine
It’s the Bible ‘pon my head…my companion, my friend.
In my ears the wind doth blow whispers from above
Messages of love sent to me from the Great beyond.
The beat of my horse's hoofs clip clop in three fourth's time
Reminding me to take life one step at a time.
In my hand the horse’s reins a leather strap with links
Reminding me that gentle communication’s the key to every thing.
In my pocket a few meager coins jingle all the way
Reminding me that earthly riches last only for a day.
To the spurs upon my boots the prairie grass doth cling
Reminding me that I am one with every living thing.
Now I lay me down to sleep my head upon a stone
May God watch over me this cowboy far from home.
Nobody knows
Eleven years ago, in a cold, dark night
I killed a stranger 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran looked a lot like my best friend
I had seen my wife in my best friend's arms
Looking through our bedroom window
I didn't let them know
I spoke not a word
But my tears dried up
My anger became like a stone
Nobody knew I had returned home
So I dressed like my best friend used to do
Shot a stranger 'neath the town hall light
And then I left town that dark night
No longer looking like my best friend
We all have treasures we call our own
Mine are these hills I call my home
Dancing with my darling to the Tennessee Waltz
And the wedding speech my best friend wrote
He could've given an alibi
He would've taken her honor
So I knew nobody would get to know
I rode into the town on the day of his hanging
She stood beside me and shed not a tear
But her hand was clinging onto mine
Eleven years ago, on a cold dark night
We stood by his grave
And sorrow can become a need for love
She looked so good in that long black veil
She doesn't know, nobody knows
Nobody sees, nobody knows but me
And just maybe, that bard
And a bottle of Tennessee Whiskey
Nobody knows
Nobody sees
Nobody knows
Just me
For nearly 40 years,
Much of Sid's environs were golden hues
and browns that are common in Fall.
Some of nature's best photographs become
so common as to be taken for granted.
The sky was still blue and the trees were GREEN,
filled with fruits and nuts enough to feed the world.
Nevertheless, Sid's once GREEN lawn had become a brown one.
The Western drought had taken its toll. All properties were
getting water meters coupled with mandated watering days.
And Sid had become accustomed to the look of summer brown.
Sid could not forget the day he set his eyes on a
picture of GREEN grass sent from 2,000 miles away.
He stared at nature's beauty and was aghast, taken aback,
and mesmerized by a GREEN unseen by him in many a year.
The best of mortal artists could not have painted GREEN
as arresting, captivating, and overwhelmingly beautiful.
"ALL RISE! THIS HONORABLE COURT IS NOW OPEN AND IN SESSION!"
Th' court room wuz his domain, bailiffin' wuz his profession!
No one dared hornswoggle him in that hallowed room.
Should any nonsense occur, he'd surely lower th' boom!
Usin' th' butts uv his forty-fours, he'd gavel th' court to order.
An' he pounded agin an' agin to quell any cheeky disorder!
The wisened old judge tolerated th' bailiff with some bemusement.
His antics provided folks with local lore an' amusement!
He'd served th' venerable judge fer years on th' western frontier.
His steely-eyed glare filled grovelin' scalawags with fear!
Hoss thieves, cattle rustlers an' drunks he'd seen galore,
An' desperadoes, train an' bank robbers by th' score!
Warn't no guns er bowie knives 'lowed thro' th' front door,
An ya better aim fer th' spittoon an' not mess up his floor!
B'fore enterin' his sacred realm ya'd better wipe off yer boots.
He didn't take no guff frum any of them hell-raisin' galoots!
Adjournment wuz gaveled fer th' old feller an' is talked uv today.
He met th' Big Judge In The Sky, on th' cold floor where he lay.
Seems he vigorously gaveled his rods, a stray slug hit his head!
Th' judge couldn't cope with that an' he too keeled over dead!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
The attack on a shopping centre, is a crime against humanity
And yet we to continue to ignore, this ongoing brutality
You must always show a strong hand and stand up to the bully
Even if it that means triggering, an unwanted world war three.
Well it seems to me that we're letting, Vlad Putin have his way
When in fact we should be making, that war criminal pay
I'm sick and tired of the hatred that he has got for the west
And with his idle threats and bullying, he's putting us to the test.
Every time the Russian troops commit, a criminal atrocity
They laugh at the civilised world and murder with impunity
The west needs to mobilise and send Western troops in
And annihilate all the murdering thugs under Vladimar Putin.
Putin is a dead man walking, there's a price on his head
There will never be real peace until that physchopath is dead
Ukraine didn't ask to be invaded, but are putting up a brave fight
Whilst Putin is putting nukes in Belarus, to increase his military might.
Alex Lukeshenko in Belarus, is a poodle of Vladimar Putin
Is seen shaking hands with him and standing there with a grin
Another despot who's in power, because of a rigged election
And who supported Vladimar Putin in his botched invasion.
UPDATE - Turkey had concerns with Finland and Sweden joining the NATO alliance. These concerns have now been addressed and the path is now clear for both countries to join NATO.
So put that in your pipe Putin and smoke it till you choke.
Russia has withdrawn its troops from Snake Island in the Black Sea, a goodwill gesture they claimed, believe that and you'll believe anything.
Written 30th June 2022
The appearance of the same alluring dream
brings on adored visions of days already past;
and reliving them with delight, I can guard them
without fearing that what is precious is never lost!
I do realize that the stronger the feeling,
the deeper is the meaning of each yearning;
buried it under sand dunes where the bagger gets drunk:
all his sighs, all his tears never depart with the fading dusk!
Far off the desolate coastline, the angriest ocean stars to roar,
sailors unfurl sails, the western wind can diverge their planned route;
it's still daylight, and the young captain begins to show some fear:
how will he stay calm if the tides rise and he doesn't remain resolute?
Can the forces of Nature be fought with extreme courage and stealth
vowing, " The lowest is the fear, the higher is the chance to win. "
Those forces are stronger than anything that has challenged Man
on his long voyages: will anyone less intrepid battle with death?
I researched the earth's endangered species list and this is what I found.
There's everything on the list from A to Z - rare species just abound!
I'll highlight some of the more interesting varieties just to name a few,
That creep and crawl amongst us in this world-wide conglomerate zoo!
There's the Red-bellied Grackle, Pig Footed Bandicoot and Aquatic Rat;
Paraguana Mustached Bat, Zanzibar Guitarfish and the Andrean Cat!
A rare Whiskered Flower Pecker, Canarian Shrew and Amaragosa Vole,
A Peruvian Climbing Mouse, African Wild Ass and an Arend's Golden Mole!
Also listed were the Aruba Island Rattlesnake and the Okinawa Rail,
The Western Wattled Cuckoo Shrike and the Rolling Pebblesnail.
Something called the Philippine Warty Pig and the African Wild Dog,
And a Red-collared Mountain Babbler plus a Tanzanian Screeching Frog!
I also found a Banded Wobblegong and a reptile called a Bailey's Snake,
A Cameroon Clawless Otter and something called a Band-bellied Crake!
How about the Concave-eared Oderous Frog or an Eastern Bristlebird,
The Charming Thicket Rat, Common Yobby or a rare Dahl's Jird!
Some folks may find some redeeming value having these critters in our midst,
And I suppose to a certain degree we must learn with them to coexist.
But more importantly, if humankind can't learn in peace on earth to dwell,
We *****sapiens could end up on the endangered species list as well!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 7 on Amy Green's "Ode To The Endangered" Contest - June 2010