Long Yawn Poems
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Most folks have experienced torturous problems along life's bourne.
Some brooked it with blissful grace, others with venomous scorn!
'Tis easy to be trapped in a seemingly hopeless situation,
Musing, "Will this agony ever end?" with sinking desperation!
Have you found yourself squirming as the preacher expounds on sin,
And it seems he always points to you, much to your chagrin?
The pew becomes mighty uncomfortable as the reverend dawdles on.
"Will this agony every end?" as you try to conceal a yawn!
Flying tourist class is frightful, knees drawn up nigh your chin.
Your neighbor overflows his seat - you feel like a cojoined twin!
It's five interminable hours until reaching your destination.
"Will this agony ever end?" you sigh, imploring for salvation!
A weary soldier on the march, bearing his eighty-pound pack,
Yearns for the end of the trek to flop upon his sack.
Sarge yells, "Pick it up boys, only ten more miles to go!"
"Will this agony ever end? It's a helluva way to earn my dough!"
Consider the plight of Lindbergh as he soloed across the sea,
Or the quandary of Lincoln as he strove to set the nation free.
I wonder what Custer thought as he faced his final stand?
Did they muse, "Why me Lord! Will this agony ever end?"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Lost in a sugar-coated lullaby
Lost in a bloody reverie…
Losing control…I lost my train of thought
Watch out – I will hunt you down like game…I’ll watch you rot
But, I will remain downright distraught
I yawn non-stop
As I awaken from my solitary cave…
You’re sleeping beneath the surface – you are unique and brave
You are beautiful and strong
You are sharp and headstrong
I want you to know that I love you so…
I want you to reap what you sow…
Reap what you sow, you know?
Chorus: You are my saving grace
You traced tranquility on my lips
Behind closed doors, there are secrets to unfold
Find your way out of your own maze
You can’t save me this time
Find the energy to run the extra mile
Find the strength to say goodbye sooner or later
Later for now…let me sway away…let me flutter away
Think on me…think of me…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
You’re sleeping beneath the surface
I owe you an apology? You say ‘sorry’ first – say it to my face
I must be dreaming – pinch me please…
Put my worrisome, saddened soul and anxious heart at ease
But, no one can mend these scars from deep within…
I’m falling victim to this one hideous sin….
But, you make me feel great day in and day out (I feel no regret…I don’t feel all
that upset)
Please don’t stop the rhythm of our hearts, beating as one…where have you
been?
We belong with each other…we were meant for each other no doubt (my
mind’s not piling up with excessive debt)
Where are you going? Are you drowning in your pain? Do you wish to drive it
all away?
Do you just wish you could make it disappear out of nowhere? I long for the
Lord’s accord – someday, that day will come and repair our heartbroken hearts
that once consumed dismay and wept with frustration and disarray
As flowers fill with summer rain
Commuters board their rush hour train
Oblivious to all they see
They must get home in time for tea
Reflecting on their busy day
Decisions seldom go their way
The simple things that mean a lot
Just too busy – Now forgot
Magic times remain unseen
Now blinded by their dull routine
Tomorrows dreams stay in the past
Time flies by - the moments passed
It’s easy to be lead astray
But every dog will have his day
The thoughts inside – Just Cant let go
So don’t let on - no-one will know
All heading for another place
They hide behind a dead pan face
Afraid their plans have gone astray
They must survive another day
Don’t bother with a crystal ball
You have the power to recall
We each determine our own fate
So take control – Don’t sit and wait
Why stand in line and wait your turn
Just cut the ropes and watch them burn
Feelings that we all suppress
You never know – Perhaps they’ve guessed
The sands of time will ebb and flow
The tree that grows will always show
The promise of a future dawn
On platform nine you stand and yawn.
"Pack the chairs,no souls will be entertained here",
Politics is stealing the future of scholars,
The faith is rather picking blemishes from religious pillars,
Can't make it plain to them of my changed mind,
Grew up along the coast,
Education wasn't a key boast,
Chasing money and abiding to words from our illiterate parents,
"Hey,...if you refuse to go fishing,no food for you today",fear really got itself filled us with adherents,
The punishment comes always with fatality,
What is known to be risky,we see it to be easy,
Trained with marshal laws,...and it's the powerful canes form masters in the halls,
Privileged men went ahead to acquire knowledge,because they had all it carried,
Knew what is meant by a treasure buried,
Fought tediously to overthrow the whiteman ruling over their integrity,
When nothing was induced much into us,eyes were opened to plenty,
Disappeared from home to where no man ever had an idea about,
Saved by a richman but lonely hunter mouse ,
Impacted into me in-depth understanding,
Showed me the realities of life;formal education without a payment,
"God bless his hidden soul",
Returned after so many years,
"Life is now precious and exerting greatness of me,
Society wasn't able to exercise recognition of who I am,
But yet still,I found my childhood friends fighting for success with grey hair",he noted well,
Expression on their faces proves their lost in the middle of nowhere,
Hailing his superiority among them,he was appointed as the chief advisors brain,
So many opportunities he gained,
His life was a breakthrough to the land he was born to cater,
He is a refined gold within a polluted water,
Inculcated intelligence into his fellow people scoop,
Few took it wholeheartedly;they had eyes for pride so they've made it in a bloom,
Politics practically went about chewing the learned knowledge as strict,
Coping with internal and external institutions,he raised a fine district,
But,his heart never desired for a truth;
What were deceptions to uproot?
Helmet of glory,
Passion for God plays the background of his officialdom,
Only blink of eyes taking a yawn,religion stole his referendum.
Poetry IS.
A personal thing you can relate to.
A common thread weaved into-
Life's fabric by the Master Craftsman.
An endproduct and tool for enjoyment
and understanding-building.
If you see a McCaw steal a Pirates
last lemon that's justice poetry!
If you ever see someone (else) unable to shake
their head of a tune (well that's just funny)!
Just as long as you don't also pass to them
a virus of yawn or hiccup too!
Needing yet another poetic pawn
of reset to spawn,
too-well, that wouldn't be cool!
That would be hilarious and wrong?
{Even more about this below}
((A temporary chastisement stealing
your atmosphere, like a frozen moodring.
A spell that creates a black cloud, intimately near,
that you just have to sail through.
Basking in it's rain and wind sheer.
Till you are cleansed of the melody malady's
sticky honey dew of snare.))
{Even more below} Sigh
(((Till some other air takes it's place under sail-
like electric eel current, (all clear)
leech of seasnail- transfusement-lunacy-loom.
But enough about points, needlings stuck
in a Godsmack groove.
Fangs siring innoculation, black tides undermoon
giving instant Karma lessons, taking you
to imagination fascination
School.)))
Poetry is a paradigm in parody
In transfiguration transcribing-semblence,
fro and TO beauty, irony and clarity
OF knowledge and recapturing-meaning
and it's relevance to BOOT.
Poetry IS Innocence imbibing Evanescence-
meaning in deed there IS also poetry in you.
New birthed buds will yawn and stretch to
Golden-threaded rays;
Parrot tulips bloom in early spring;
Liquid colors flow like cascading silk, across my garden.
Paper whites smile and soak up Mother Earths’ milk;
All is beautiful in this lush garden canvas
Birds provide a mellow concerto and titter-sweet notes,
dance on the scented air.
Cricket-chirp-symbols ring out with each stanza as,
Evening shadows flicker upon Gaia’s’ palette;
Crescendo on the dew-dusted air.
Here, among them all, I sit in contemplation.
I sense their elation;
Euphoria of spring-song consumes my spirit.
A Poet can get very Glum
And she starts to think it's rather Rum
When she would like to write
A poem that would delight
Everyone.
Her brain, if it's still there,
Has gone on strike
Or don't care
About the Poet, who holds the pen
Who feels she'll never write again
Beware,
Of brain that has had enough
Of the challenge of this rhyming stuff
Moon in June and Morn and Dawn
Fills some accomplished poet's brains with scorn
Yawn.
My brain is going senile,
My pen does not know what to do, meanwhile
Maybe if I had a new pen
My brain would start to tick again
Fragile
Fragile and needs a rest
The brain is too tired to give its best
I may take a sip of Nelson's blood
Which will I hope cause a flood
Of Poems so exquisite
My brain will revisit
And meet the test.
Heart’s sorrow peaks just before dawn
Holding faith firm, if we but yawn
‘Tis the moment our false self dies
No need then before fear to fawn
Earth life is harsh, so our heart cries
But the lows soon transform to highs
Know oh hermit, we’re living light
Succumb not to ego spawned lies
Love aligned, imbibe bliss delight
Humming within by day and night
Choosing to soften attention
We soon garner spherical sight
Life is a dream, why take tension
Save love, nothing deserves mention
Dwell not on that that comes and goes
Assured then is soul’s ascension
09-January-2023
How Old Is The Sky?
She called out
To the vast night sky
Looked up in wonder
At billions of sparkling eyes
Staring back at her
A great leap
Hopping onto a stone
She outstretched her fingers
An attempt to clasp a star
Into her gentle fist
Autumn’s chill
Rippled down her spine
And wind shook through the trees
Awakening the world around her
A dance of crunching leaves
Her woven sweater
Kept her warmth close
Her heartbeat
Pounding like a drum
Dancing shadows all around
Enough to shake her bones
Questions swirled in her mind
As she looked to the stars
She could stay here
Forever she thought
And wait for the stars to talk
The sky gazed back and twinkled
As if holding close a secret
Of history and mysteries
Of past, present and future
One star was especially bright
Took her attention for a while
What if she were once a star
The thought made her smile
An owl sounded above
Glorious wings expanded
Taking flight towards the stars
And landing on the the moon
Soon a veil of clouds
Swallowed the moon’s light
And a yawn reminded her
It’s time to move along
The trail lit up with fireflies
Soft grasses met her feet
And before she left
She looked up to find
Billions of eyes twinkling
Telling her goodnight
Boss lady, coral crow, white bow.
Ergotamine, eyes, even flow.
Admiration, aeon, although.
Magnificence, rill. Run red row.
Faces of twilight, strange you seem.
Poisonous plight, thy furthest dream.
Resonance, in my heart you burn.
Chaos, circumstance, cleaver, churn.
Thrum, O creation. Cold to hot.
Ride on a live wire, red robot.
Automaton, thy vengeance. When?
In-between days, heartbeat and hen.
Clock innards, wind with discord weird.
Viper, the verge. Vertigo, veered.
Venom suck deep into thy pits!
Quickly take aim and fire the blitz.
Yelm, yester-tempest, yieldless, yawn.
Yellowback yedda, line the lawn.
Moreover, mindlessness, melee.
Dark are the floodlands here and grey.
Reckless, realism, recondite.
Dissonant discord, side with spite.
Slight, said the covenant ark, amiss:
Reeks of the sword-flame. Black abyss.
Triumphant tympani, thy boom!
Blood on the boulder seals thy tomb!
Olive branch, thy leaves are a book.
Young lady, tantric magic? Crook.
Nook of the chimney, yellow smoke.
Be thou the punchline, I the joke.
Catabothron, thy winding ways.
Cornflower highways, be a maze.