Short Fifty Eight Poems
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My dear Selena
Fifty-eight years of Heaven
Best is yet to come
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 4 in Linda-Marie's "Special Sentimental Senryu" Contest - Feb 2011
A summer day in 'fifty eight
when providence found me a mate
Neither of us knew ,what was then to be
from passion, love was brought forth to me
Attraction's magnet drew us together
nothing was ever,our love to sever
In memory that day still glows bright
&she is the same, love at first sight
That summer day in 'fifty eight
when providence found me a mate
Neither of us knew then,what was then to be
from passion, love,was brought forth for me
Attraction's magnet drew us together
nothing, was ever,our love to sever
In memory that day still glows bright
she, remains, that same, first love on sight
Brown skinned, short brownish hair
A female that is fare
Light brown eyes, small thighs
A lot of thought behind it
Pretty smile, petite shaped
No need to hesitate
A hundred and fifty eight pounds
Pretty enough to wear a crown
Sweet voice, plump limps
Makes you want to flip
Inner beauty, is easy to see
That only describes me
Form:
That summer day in 'fifty eight
when providence found me a mate
Neither of us knew ,what was then to be
passion& love,was brought forth from me
Attraction's magnet drew us together
nothing, ever,our love to sever
In memory that day still glows bright
she, remains, that first love in my sight
Still my February valentine
her constant love stays mine..mine..mine
the old jalopy...
manufacture Oldsmobile;
daily drove to work;
inside my garage,
also dad's 1915 Model J car;
old that jalopy...
that old jalopy,
manufactured by Lozier;
three-three horsepower;
slobmodel auto;
designed with rocket tail-lights;
that old jalopy...
my dad drove in style;
his nineteen-fifty eight Olds,
drove old jalopy;
7/12/19
The Old Jalopy Poetry Contest
Inspired by the Contest
"For Newer Poets..........."
Yes, I'm new to poetry
Can't you tell it by my face
My eyes are bright, my skin is soft
Ok, I'm fifty eight
But, I haven't been writing
All those years I've been alive
Ok, there was that one rhyme
I penned when I was five
But that really shouldn't matter
It wasn't meant, for public eyes
Ok, I admit it,
I was awarded, Second Prize
That summer day in 'fifty eight
when providence found me a mate
Neither of us knew then,what was then to be
from passion, love,was brought forth from me
Attraction's magnet drew us together
nothing, was ever,our love to sever
In memory that day still glows bright
she, remains, that same first love in my sight
Still, she is my February valentine
her constant love stays mine..mine..mine
That summer day in 'fifty eight
when providence found me a mate
Neither of us knew then,what was then to be
from passion, love,was brought forth from me
Attraction's magnet drew us together
nothing, was ever,our love to sever
In memory that day still glows bright
she, remains, that same first love in my sight
Still, she is my beautiful valentine
her constant love stays mine..mine..mine
A mysterious girl, we called her Pearl;
though her given name was Jezebel.
Quiet life, a hell, confined to her shell;
her chambers were the rivers of Roswell.
Submerged in Ros, like the nautilus she was,
Her beginning dated nineteen forty-seven.
Her tenure eleven; work was her leaven;
in fifty-eight, she crashed the gates of heaven.
FYI:The mystery? Was Pearl a passenger on the UFO's of Roswell? or the fated USS Nautilus? or both?
written 3/6/2018
Blood drips through
all the black pages
of America's history book.
The Indian wars,
war between the states,
two World Wars, Korea,
Afghanistan, Iraq,
stealing our finest from us.
Let us not forget:
Liberty carries responsibility.
But the darkest page -
abuse of our own soldiers,
returning from a man-made hell
in the jungles of Viet Nam.
Fifty-eight thousand comrades lost,
their scars run deep.
Let us not forget:
Liberty bears a cost.
he had to have routines
I saw no value in that
He brought over his car
I danced on the hood, thought I was all that.
We had different ideas
He felt people were a challenge of course.
I was friends with the entire town,
knew the names of their dogs, rabbits and horse.
we were ill-suited everyone said.
Opposites, but neither of us especially well-bred.
That was fifty-eight years ago and we are still together.
Neurodivergence has worked for us in all kinds of weather.