Best Induction Poems
the sun awoke this morning with only thoughts of shining solely on your lands.
absorb all you can of it's lifegifts and power,
as i am;
allowed to share in it's glory with you.
the stars crept into my room last night and slid beneath my eyelids,
and i didn't notice them until i caught them this morning dancing on my irises.
they told me you had sent them-
that a moment's rest sent your soul to the heavens,
and you gathered them,
and brought them to me.
you brought me new vision.
the properties of third dimensional living are no longer vague,
but an acknowledgement of things past.
i hope i can now return to you these gifts given;
that what was meant to be will always return itself to you.
i'm internalizing you today.
a new moon gifts me new eyes,
and with gratitude,
i make you come true.
Dear Folks: Just a few lines from your homesick army draftee.
Just twenty-four hours in the army and if it was left up to me,
I'd just as soon go home and forget the whole blamed thing.
I feel I've been sentenced to life in the barren walls of Sing Sing.
My first train ride was exciting for this old country boy,
But beyond that the day has brought me very little joy.
I reckon I'll never get used to their regulations and rules.
The army is run by silly manuals written by asinine fools!
I was stripped naked for dozens of very minute inspections.
My arms are sore and swollen from numerous injections.
Remember those wavy locks of hair that I pampered for years?
In one fell swoop I was bald, almost driving me to tears!
They prepared reams of paperwork and advised me of my pay.
Wow! Twenty-one bucks a month, that's seventy cents a day!
I hoped to be an air corps pilot but the tests just didn't agree,
So I ended up as a buck private in the good old infantry!
The captain swore me in - it's for the duration plus six,
So there's no hope of getting out of this miserable fix.
It's time to hit the sack, soon "Taps" will start to blow.
Pray for me, write when you can, Your loving son, Roscoe.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
imagine that your love is infinite
assume that someone else's love is too
if you can count the days you've loved someone
and they can count the days that they love you
if you add a day and then they add one too
since their love fits inside them as well as you
not only can you count the days you love
since you are them and they are you the same
then both are infinite your loves and this is true
For Trumpians
our multiculturally celebrated Golden Rule
applies first to Ego
then to immediate white privileged family,
then to wealthier gated community,
then to a more rabblous Republican Party,
then to USA nationalists
European predative culture idolaters
mistaking capital-inspired Manifest Destiny
for sacred DNA theology,
then to fallen Earth,
if there is any gold left over
after all that strained dispassion,
divestment fatigue
stretching out from entitled EgoCenters.
For Green Party contemplatives,
the Democratic Golden Rule
is first celebrated with,
then applied to, planet Earth,
then all Her sacred EarthTribes,
then to humanity, alive,
dead,
and yet to arrive,
then to cooperatively co-invested local community,
then to extended family,
then to nuclear family,
then interdependent Ego,
should there by any radically inclusive Golden Rule energy
left deductive
and right inductive
to regeneratively,
win/win bicamerally, share.
Watch the rock and rollers
With their bellies and their wigs,
Playing songs performed at
Oh-so-many early gigs.
The keyboards and guitars still sound
Real good, though maybe slower
Yet their voices simply cannot reach
The high range or the lower.
Blown-up photos from the past,
Not meaning to, are mocking
Their current selves who do their best
To do their roll and rocking.
The audience, all old as well,
Belt out, with zeal and passion,
The lyrics they remember
From when tie-dye was in fashion.
The music bubbles in my blood;
I watch and I’m transported,
But find it sad attempts to bring
The past to life are thwarted.
*Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction