Sensationally senile sedentary solid senators
solemnly, sincere, seriously self-serving
sanctifying, seconding, seeking senatorial reelection
They'll pray for a thug
a murderer and thief
a lost dog-a rare fish
but never the police...
They'll pray for
a two timing ho ho
a mad clown on death row
but you'll not hear a peep
when its comes to the po po.
They'll pray for a pedophile
and the criminally insane
but never to those that
walk the beat for our sake.
They'll pray for harlots and addicts
senatorial warlocks and congressional witches
but when it comes to the police
you'll hear only crickets- - - - - -
I'm older now
but none the wiser,
a victim of my youth
scrounging in the darkness
searching for my truths.
Depression too often set in
the hero lost in the world's din,
despite the times, the raging revolution
history and lessons pass without solutions,
only every unkept resolution.
Looking back some sixty-plus years
retrieving laughter and every tear
time passages have lead us to here,
same old, same old questions without answers
political strategies, senatorial tap dancers.
If only time could teach lessons well learned
but humanity is resistant, reality spurned
we each see time passages in different lights
some voices raised freedom, justice and equality
others hide in their mediocrity.
If only time could flow in slow repeats
rewind and pause the lessons fleet
open wide the ears the eyes, the heart, the mind
generations recognizing we have one life to live for
eliminating hate and fear and war, our never more.
Alligator alley always answers
Bringing bulbous batches of bubbles
Creatively and curiously cavorting
Deliberately denying and distorting
Elusive energy and enthusiasm
From freakish forwarding fanatics who foresee
Glorious globs of grotesque gossip
Hereon, hereto and herewith heralded
In illustrious illumination indicating ideas
Joyfully and joyously justifying
Kibitzing kindnesses of kith and kin
Labelling luxurious languages, lumping them as lovely.
Manifesting monstrous maniacal mystical miracles
Needing Nirvana and Never-never-land nuisances
Opposed to outrageous ornateness and ordinariness.
Persecuting prideful pompousness and prissiness.
Respectfully receiving responsible rectifiable residents
Such serious succulent sensuous senatorial secrets!
Truth touching tremendous thunderous tentacles
Understating understandably undeniable underlying unity
Verifying villainous vexing vindicators
Willfully wishing willy-nilly wispy ways will work wonders
‘Xpecting ‘xceptionally ‘xperimental ‘xperts
Yoking the young and youthful,
Zippy zealots showing zany zesty zealous ways.
Athlete of international stature
Boxer Manny Pacquaio gives blows along generous gesture
Champ of the people with humble beginnings’ posture
Driven toward victory of faith-venture.
Empowered by God, he testifies of his Christian culture
Fortified through Bible principles’ feature
Gracious provisions he shares in his blessings’ pasture
Helping charity works from his foundation expenditure.
Imparting Gospel truth by his influential celebrity nature
Justice he fights, complementing his senatorial puncture
Keeping his stand on issues clear according to the Scripture
Learning well while leading toward lawful legislature.
Might and mercy he blends midst righteous fights’ torture
Nourishing citizens with goodness and well-being’s nurture
Optimizing public official’s role since his bad vices’ departure
Persistent to present a good name* beyond branded signature.
*Proverbs 22:1 A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.
September 7, 2019
2nd place, "MY UPCOMING BIRTHDAY (09-03) CELEBRITY-Any Form" Premier Poetry Contest; Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 9/17/2019.
Senator Collins represents Maine
Folks back home think she went quite insane
She voted for Brett
After quite a short vet
Her senatorial role she maintained
I think that I shall never see
A lovely poem written in defense of the bumblebee!
The ponderous and not so glamorous humble bee -
Obviously dreamed up by a senatorial sub committee!
An old stump that in summer becomes its deadly lair,
It flits about chasing little kids, settling in their hair!
It brandishes its fearsome stinger- its well-known bane,
And when stabbed in the fanny causes a heap o' pain!
It bumbles about with gossamer wings so delicately thin,
And upon its loutish face, notice that fiendish grin!
Such silly poems as this are composed only by fools like me,
But 'tis for certain that only God could love a bumblebee!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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With sincere apologies to one of my favorite poets, Joyce Kilmer,
for my parody of his beautiful poem "Trees"!
lost in a dream full of yesterday's vision
trying to follow the instinctive lies
squirming and earning such cries of derision
I was so incredibly wise
Nowhere was somewhere and I wasn't waiting
for others to dig and for others to find
lying and crying with thoughts on debating
sweet senatorial lies
there is nowhere to go at the point of confession
words just keep spilling and spinning away
binding me tighter the lies in concession
spin on to the end of the day
rhetoricly speaking voice cordings creaking
rambling on and escaping forever never and ever
I'm skating away on melting ice leaking
faster than family ties