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Best Poems From
DONNA QUESINBERRY
(06/05/1957)
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Omens and Soothsayers
Further compilation in the bucketman series, and lovelorn praise...
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an immigrant never
can hide his ignorance,
nor ability to garner
the pretext of the chameleon.
small revelries of conquest
are malfescent applications,
most often applied by the
tormented mind recompensing
evils of tortures past. and
exchanges no longer innocent
are decorated as benefactors,
when they are agendas.
where missions no longer
prevail. his untruths, mostly
inflictions of self pity, remain
driving martyrs raping faith
and loyalty. while as the voyeur
he rests on intimate theories
never requesting recompense,
and devouring love with self hate.
landing hard on shallow timbers,
alone, we stem glassware,
frozen in empty chests. medals
strewn like past remnants. photos
molding from misuse. and the
one light that shone he sheared
piercingly, through thrusts of
laughter, devoid of conscience
then claimed foul toward her heart.
dawn does not break, nor lite the
dark, it sets only to rites the
fables of men to women. omens
and soothsayers direct him now.
she is victorious in that resolve.
his heart, pierced, with her blood
coursing through his veins
he can no more forget-
than not breathe.
Donna Quesinberry
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Chalk Lines-Original
Running Mason-Dixon chalk lines
Delivered Blue-Educated Grey.
Antietam to Gettysburg to Vicksburg to Shiloh.
Delivered Grey, Educated Blue.
Sputtered folklored guitar ballads
under family headstones.
Vacations flew
North
then south
Accents flared
like
out-of-town badges.
North:
Mafioso manors-myths
Front porch rocker deaths-then
smells of heavy coal.
Steeled iron crossing bridges-echoes
Off the rivers low below.
`cepting when Pocono rainmakers
forget to stop dancing and the floods came.
Slate Chasimed Mountains
etched left then right;
Zig-Zag's traveled deep in gorges
to buy small Italian plums
at Grandpa's rest-stop.
Bingo night over at Harper's Glen
clutching steamed vinegar
fries, running free with
no reins, nasty boys to hit.
Sidewalk street linings made of
horse tied carriage decors, corner
stepped special stools for little
girl pretend plays. Cemetery tombstoned
photo inserts from some great beyond; waiting for
electronic age special talking buttons. Prizes
strewn about, glass w/tomato juice can inside
next to plastic absolute bottle, Tonka truck and scarf.
Tea party theatres featuring howling
creature marathons; `cepting when
the Owl & the Pussycat allowed us
to enter-accidents happen.
Grablick's ice cream parlor's 51
flavors, then Nardone's Sicilian pies;
Adventure Land musement parklife.
Grandpa and Humpie's village children.
China Porcelain cups w/saucers
behind French doored glass partitions.
Fake-me-out fireplace, fad's intervention,
funny crackling log. Coal bin cellar detectives
becoming bearclawed bathtub bombers-sailors.
Piano playing western movie bells, wearing mink
muffs, fox furs showing buggy eyes. Debutante
crocheted white glove tea marmies beyond space.
South:
Plantation homelands with long
spun driveways, floating greens along
gravel gritted crackling sound bytes.
Sunshine posted at 80 degrees
in balmed dry lost its sea air. Spanish
mossed hemlocks engulfed Brent's
river trailer. Swing rope stretched
out over gatorland, jumped! Caught!
Splashes recovered, luck be a lady grins.
Sandy vistas of quick yard dashes
to navigate bur infestations, only missed
at dead runs. Palm trees gift: slivered trunks,
hiding bugs and slicing hands.
Iced tea manners from poe do creamy cooks.
How ya'll doins, those South
Carooleanyan sensations, hurled twanged rhetoric.
Night deer hunts then gator skin sales,
Just outside Charleston beach pier. Always
two living rooms, no souls in one, `cepting when
someone died or married. Lotsa colored people.
Happy camped smiles. Screened doors,
wrapping porches keeping babies safe.
Red-necked and hicked general stores w/pickup
Trucks-lotsa shotguns. Cruised main every night. One
stop light, one Sheriff. Tastee Freeze
cones licked off the top of car hoods.
Bare-footed casual, salted tanned and
bronze skins, free stylin proprieties of cool.
Home:
Yank and Rebel albums, glass
encased uniform treasures,
oohs and ahs.
After midnight troop food runners Aunts
of aid to warring factions opposed only
for reunion in this puzzle piece placement generation.
Auntie gifts:
John Wilkes Booth's getaway boat
Ulysses S. Grant's nurse.
No one's special fortune telling palmist.
Donna Quesinberry
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Tattered Hairy Swallows And Pigs By Walls
Tattered harried swallows and pigs by walls
The black mass craved
white light,
It was known by all
who lived;
Swallowing up the tattered
harried swallows,
First-then pigs who stood
by walls.
The black mass sought
passion's play.
It grew to heights untold,
yet counted-
Capturing the favored queen
her troops,
Though some delighted, found lands
yet undivided.
The black mass reigned
thousands' years,
It careened, it howled, excited
then died.
It's funeral grand, fastidious, sure: to wit
no-one invited.
Donna Quesinberry
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A Roadmap To Seville
for ganna walska in proxy for Hermann Hesse
high school was a hessian
until shoppe class
i brandished
a little marilyn monroe
to wit: got an A
the folks had palpitations
when van gogh's extremities
versed gabrial kahil's prophecies
countering f. scott fitzgerald's frivolities
because they didn't know about his girl
satre visited my hiatus making
freudian judgmentalism-couch on my elliot
james dean drove the car a while,
till i met mr hemingway's sloppy joe
with keys gone west to shiver
burroughs made lunch
at least a day or two, typing
harebrained keystrokes i met
tarrintino, yes he was cool,
fell in love pancho gonzalez style,
those chico whistles captured heart
phil collins entertained me
at millionaire mile montesito grill
wanted to 'take' me jacuzzing
for the thrill, or two-
pondered these talents
slumming on capitol hill,
and ganna walska's memoirs
provided this roadmap to seville
hail to the queen
Donna Quesinberry
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