Short Usual Poems
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I don't always open up
I don't always close myself,
I'm neither a window nor a door...
This one called that one a crook;
That one called this one a dud.
Neither could be clearly seen,
Once they were done slinging mud.
Accustomed to the world
around him, he didn't find anything strange
when they put him to live in the asylum...
Rock Hardon just called a staff meeting
To hear a complaint about cheating
Our Xerox machine
Could not be wiped clean
So privates were publicly sheeting
A tired Liar rests uneasily
Upon Pillows of the Past
His heavy head, it sleeps in Dread-
Always dreams of Truth, alas!
*"Usual" is intentional in the title ;)
I looked at an unseemly site online,
the ad convinced me that this one is fine,
I searched and found a lady
she'll bring a friend named Sadie...
I just can't figure which date will be mine!
Forgotten what it's like to be thought consumed,
Feeling a little rough while appearing well and groomed,
Something on its way and I sense it more than most,
A choice I haven't made already in the post.
my daughter is on her way
not late like my sister
but late as usual
she will be full of apologies
I love them
proof she is creative
quirky like me
with a splash of imagination
here she comes now
As Usual Again
As usual again write poem could not resist;
America to me still does seems so sexist;
A woman not time;
Would be big crime,
And elect another male they had to insist.
Jim Horn
Horn Political Poem Series.
To pick the rose
that shimmers brightest
at first sight,
be prepared;
for that is the fastest fleeting
of them all.
Let it go when needed,
even after it grows attached
so that its deadness
does not spread to you
and become your own.
.
how cool the spring
'bout ourn
multi hue
hern pink
mine almost
blue
M-y
A-crostic
R-emembrance
I-n
A-nnual
T-opic
E-xpresses
S-ensible
S-entence
I-n
L-ovely
G-irl's
U-sual
C-elebration
E-mploying
L-iterary
A-spect
Topic: Birthday of Mariatessil Gucela (January 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Our boss employed a receptionist
Whose beauty we could not compare
Double D cups woke up the knights
As pheromones surged through the air
Her chair is usually empty
Excepting this handwritten note:
"I have just stepped out for the male"
Exactly as written I quote
brutalized senseless happenstance
with a corkscrew conscience
full of cheap wine.
daylight rammeses unraveling the
sheets in the morning.
three bottles tipped sideways lieing
against the alarm clock.
such a strange cracked nautilus,
my eyes flushed with water
in a cheap sink.
but i will spare the stranger in my skin.
live until it becomes all to usual.
They promise the sun, moon and stars
Kiss all the babies and pass out cigars
Wild campaign vows are spoken
When elected they're broken
We should send them all packing to Mars
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 in John Freeman's "Political Woes" Contest - July 2010
Business As Usual
LeftBrain dominance
is fully over-invested
in the highly suspect theory
That Patriarchal/Capitalist monocultural
monotheistic intent
is fundamental to gospel
good news creation stories
and messianic anthro/divine nondualistic narratives
In which Spiritual StraightMen protagonists
outflank
and dualistically outrank
unnatural wicked EarthFeminists.
Jesse Duarte
Muslim South African
Dead just before age 68
Best known as antiracism fighter
Along with Mandela
That generation is dead, it's over
Self-serving "ANC activists & comrades" remain
To steal and blame (minorities)
II
Jesse was eloquent; loyal leader & 'spokesman'
"Diminutive woman;" Dedicated warrior
Never about herself
She died today
Will be buried today
Now, her religion shows
Some gates are closed, others are open
I passed them all I lived inside
The postcard views where as a postman
I brought your package every night
Check your emails if there’s a new
Stifting a yawn you find the one
In haste you almost read it through
Replying with a glint of sun
Meanwhile the coffee smells of morning
You open up the garden door
The flowers grow without a warning
As usual, as they did before.
Nary earthly idea what needs done next,
each candidate seeks his opponent’s hex.
Their Agapes are sloppy,
carnal mistake they copy,
lost in a googolplex of carnal fix!
All their tables are full of their vomit,
very much so with all idle comment!
We need us a carnal flush,
right down the white throne a plus!
Carnal greed gone to seed, they are unfit!
For and in honor of Carolyn Devonshire and Contest!
Ravaged by time and circumstance
Degraded by society
Left with nothing to grasp
But a sense of hopelessness
This cycle continues without opposition
Unless we utilize the greatest human power
The power that enables us to overcome pain
The power that makes contentment possible
The power that allows for forward progression
The power that's often attributed to God,
but that also lies within every human being
The power to forgive
Premiered at Woodrow’s Roadside Shelter, Vienna, MO – 2/12/2008
ACT 1
Epaminandas at Leuctra
MacMurphy’s Head
Outremer
Silent Butler
Valentine from Valley Forge
La Garde Reculé
Count It with Numbers
ACT 2
If the War Goes On
On the Eve of Camerone
Washichu
Apacharia
Stone Cold Sunshine
Remembrance Day
ACT 3
Holding Attack
End Game
Cold War Clientele
Execution Style
New Dark Ages
Burn Ward
Talking Points
Usual cliche opening line
A trite and superficial rhyme..
Now exposition maudlin-
about pain or love or the weather.
A clever offset bit of sing-song;
Stuff like ding-dong or even King-Kong.
And, as usual a line to make-
this thing too long. Now finish strong-
to alert the reader to the fact
this poem has run out of time.
In this space, of course, I'll tack
A little "AbAb" end rhyme.
And too be cute, say it turned out fine.
It keeps happening
They lied, it won't change
I'm still feeling empty and strange
My chest feels tight and I can't breathe
I need to remember to stay calm
But everything is exploding like an internal bomb
What am I even panicked about
The idea of always circling back?
My brain always tricks me then lands a painful attack
Things won't change.
This is my life.
I will never stay okay.
This devil on my should will always convince me to stray.
3:50am
nobody on the highway
another long commute to work
shuggie otis, take me away
inspiration information takes my attention off the road
what i have yet to discover is now my brainstorm breakfast
4:47am
my favorite parking space away from the normalistics
another dreamland excursion nap
mr. sandman, take me away
unpredictable inception takes my whole body and mind away from this here reality
what i have always wished for is now my shocking blue carnation
Thomas Watson works to cure
the diversity of man
with computers to assure
no one takes flight from their plan
as the mesh gets cinched tighter
behind lines then walls of stone,
dooming writer and fighter
to brave barricades alone
while the cabal keeps gaining
freedoms we should be saving.
Brotherly trust drifts; waning
flags are waving, still craving
blood for profit and order
with smiles and needles in hand
to dissolve creed and border
in culling their grand demand.