Best Coincidental Poems
I was reminiscing the other day about people I've known o'er the years,
And found it strange that their names corresponded with their careers.
For instance, Joseph Carpenter was handy with hammer, nails and saw.
Clyde Barrister, famed ambulance chaser, successfully practiced law!
Art Paynter, dabbled in pornographic oils and is now confined in prison.
My dentist, Whitey Capps, takes care of my choppers as if they were his'n.
A neighbor, Semmi Riggs, is a long-haul trucker and is on the road a lot.
He married a classmate of mine, Tipsy Toper, renowned as the village sot!
An old army buddy, Hank Roper, is a cowpoke and rides the rodeo scene.
An old girl friend of mine, Freda Flick, is now starring on the silver screen.
The town ne'er-do-well, Don Heller, got religion and became a preacher.
His brother Bob (known as stuttering Bob) became an English teacher!
Willie Wrench turned out to be one of the finest Buick mechanics around,
And his wife Lila (nee Leak) is a plumber and none better is to be found.
Cyrus Cloud is working for the National Weather Service as a meteorologist,
And I hear that Buddy Butts has a thriving practice as a famed proctologist!
Frenchie Horne has his own band and I see him on the boob tube now and again.
An old pal, Gilbert Graves, is the village undertaker located at Fifth and Main.
Was it intentional or fickle fate that wedded these names to their vocation?
I reckon in a sense 'twas both due to a struggling bard's wild imagination!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
"Coincidental" says little
of coins or teeth
until your son decides to see if
he can bite a dime in two.
written August 8, 2012
entered in Geraldine Taylor's
The Creative Collective Anthology Series - Comic Version
There is only co-arising integrity,
integrity unfolds ubiquitously,
omnipresently, health potently
space and time's incarnating potential
inviting
resolving
regenerating multisystemic polyculturing networks
polypathic information webs
embodied network organic
strings of enculturing forming function
waving binomial binary bionic frequencies
toward more interdependent contentment,
less empty-evaporating contentiousness.
Form unfolds content-ment,
well-formed families and communities
avoid dysfunctional toxic content
by grasping its straining stressful mentoring voice
about not only which dispassions to avoid
but also why
and where to reset our pilgrimage rudder's tipping point,
sweet spot Trim Tab,
to comprehend when integrity-aversion overcompensates,
when avoiding karma's grasp
would trend toward our mutually neglectful dis-grace.
Tomorrow,
always tomorrow,
we might avoid competitive gasping
by grasping cooperative aversions to loss and dissonance.
6/28/24
Oh heck no
It's not good feeling like a puppet made by Gepetto
The overhead downpour constant and torrential
Can't find my way through this god forsaken residential
My sleep was hardly ever restful
So much blood on the money that it turned to red gold
It's kind of sad how easily men fold
As a battle hungry general
Many many heads rolled
I slayed my enemies by the denful
Plenty said I was another hell-bent soul
Wasting all of my potential
Just living a life that was uneventful
Problems incoming by the tenfold
Still folks being petty and judgmental
Doing things that are disrespectful
Or considered dreadful
Never resentful
They don't ever feel regretful
It's beyond coincidental
As well as being consequential
Time has proven with it's credentials
I find it hard to trust anything presidential
Why do so many poke the bear and rarely settle
I'm thankful for this meal of lentils
No matter if I have utensils
Will humans ever stop being vengeful?
Too many quick to fire the first projectiles
Little good it does to be forgetful
And far too neglectful
It won't stick if I write it in pencil
Life gets stressful
So I got to have the mettle
To take care of what's essential
Times turn harsh it just can't always remain gentle
I'm sad that I can't find or understand anything ancestral
We've no proof of anything celestial or spectral
I could be wrong though I'm not a perfect vessel
Still not yet fully successful
For now I'll make some medicine with flower petals
By using a mortar and pestle
Why do I often get the shopping cart that doesn't work?
I swear, it is like some kind of coincidental quirk!
It is pulling me to the left with force as it moves,
Literally squealing like it has not wheels, but hooves!
I look like a drunk trying to get through the store,
Hurrying just to get a few things and get out the door!
Heidi Sands
12/19/18
Where does one draw the line on a friendship gone astray?
Does one pretend it’s coincidence, or does one perceive it as an act of sheer
betray?
Where were you when I needed you and yearned for your comforting voice?
For as I recall my best-friend; my loyalty to you was never a choice
Throughout all the pain and suffering, the laughter and the tears
My love remained unconditional; over the course of many years
Can you state the same for me my friend, my sister always within my eyes?
For one cannot base a friendship on coincidence;
Which has now led to our fatal demise
Our memorable days are far gone now
Our paths have parted us in separate ways
One on a mission of self-destruction
One on a mission to pray
Pray for me as well my friend
My sister, best friend and confidant
For those who are deemed not worthy of prayer
Are the ones who are mostly forgot
© Stacy Lynn Stiles