Short Bane Poems
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Life could.
never be.
fleeting
with your.
strength.
by my side||
I love.
you.
like a.
flower.
loves
the.
sun||
You were so okay, but I was in misery
for me it was love, for you, seemed philanthropy
I needed a lover's bind, but you craved the freedom lane
all your selfish philosophy, in the end, was my bane.
(11.03.2023)
we are content, till we compare
to be out-staged, we cannot bear
Gods one light within, for each same
ego spawned thought, is sense of shame
sing and dance, with nary a care
17-July-2021
In its whisperings and articulations
A searchlight into that hidden recess
The bane of acquisitions
Becomes the flight from humility
On which freedom rests
Shall we render benefaction of such
Crude and insidious notions.....
surrender of thought
the tranquil stillness
enlivened by bliss
annihilates will
making us incomplete
until the currents
purr on uninterrupted
through day and night
no one remains
and yet we are
24-September-2021
Samson was known for strength and flowing mane
He loved Delilah who became his bane
Through many a bedroom schmooze
She found the key to his ruse
She barbered him bald in a coup de main
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Wounded hearts no bane for bullies coldly mean,
Neither give they thought to hurt their evil brings
Victims defeated while they in hateful glee,
Soon they suffer, too.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written August 31, 2021
Especially for “Your Best Sapphic Stanza" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
[Syllables checked by PS]
A ferryman weeps at the passing of time,
No more shall the hustle of feet fill his dock.
His worth is now waning in industry's prime,
His bane, a behemoth of metal and rock.
Walking on water the wayfarers mock,
His emptying vessel, alone on the bank.
Till memories spun with the turn of the clock,
And the ferryman's boat, to nothingness sank.
Jane was renown for her very short fuse
'Specially when she was sozzled with booze
She relished a barroom brawl
And took on any and all
With whomever she had divergent views
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 5 in John Freeman's "Slapstick Limerick" Contest - March 2011
It's insane how vain they've been in the Bazball reign
Disdain campaign won't refrain restrain slain again
Won't explain just say we'll double down entertain
In the Bazball larder one ingredient just go harder
Their riposte we lost because we did well over train
Despaired repeat defeat flared cos were too prepared
Inane taking the pis* our abyss Aussie bliss... Bris Bane
Brace yourself
For in this world of grief
That harbors the venom of deceit
Even a blade of grass could slit
More so with a stone and whip
So be careful not to slip
For the judgment of the bigoted
Is as harsh as the prejudiced
The may assail you with their bane
You may not even be aware
That the one you helped to dwell
Was the one sent to cast the spell
September 23, 2022