Best Preparing Poems
*For Matt's How to Build a Spaceship Contest
How do we create an airship that soars?
The answer was Roswell’s, but it could be yours
Make the long trek to Area 51
To find secrets that lie beyond our sun
Use a metal that is lighter than tin foil
Load the fuel tank with something cheaper than oil
Beam us up, Scotty, to the Enterprise
And view technology through a Vulcan’s eyes
Defrost Walt Disney’s cryogenic brain
To help us design the computer’s mainframe
Call Mulder and Scully out of retirement
Their UFO knowledge is alien-sent
Be sure to use tiles that don’t overheat
Like those that cast Challenger down to defeat
Let’s add Stephen King to the construction crew
If “Christine” could talk, our spaceship should too
Then let’s send the tab for NASA to pay
What happened to our space program bucks anyway?
Now we can blast Congress into outer space
For the lot in D.C., there’s no better place
Christmas eaves’ drop - red and green leaves of pre-December.
The snow-white clouds, the beard of Santa Claus’ pre-remember.
The elves are surely hammering
whilst Mrs. Claus is yammering.
The yawning of maples and oaks ‘fore their pre-sugar-plum dream.
Boughs with wrappings held high in the pre-burr of holiday theme.
The silver bells are jingling
whilst Mrs. Claus is mingling.
The squirrels gathering chestnuts - heading for the pre-open fire.
This is the time of cheer when old white men are on pre-hire.
Elves in the North Pole, serious
whilst Mrs. Claus is merrily delirious.
Milk, cookies, hot chocolate - cupped, shaped, pre-bakes.
The crisp, grim, lake of late Autumn leaves, Daddy rakes.
From bed, whoops an early “ho-ho-ho!”
whilst Mrs. Claus helps Santa glow.
11/4/2022
I was just drifting off,
A quiet snooze on the bench
Under the tree,
When I heard:
"I hereby declare this meeting open!
The frosts have given way,
The hush of winter loosens,
Spring has stepped up for Lady Day."
A busy chatter of squirrels start to gather
For the branch meeting.
Trees unfurling into bud
Yield a promise of nest eggs
Soon to pay dividends
For the nimble and resourceful
Tenants of the Woodland Guild.
There's a quiver of quills of feathery tails
As the squirrels brush up on stocks and shares -
Who's invested the what-s and the where-s?
Secret maps drawn in ledgers of lichens.
Arboreal advice given,
"We must maintain balance,
Reduce risk, but stay agile."
The squirrels of this midland bank listen,
They bustle and bristle.
Ears pricked, steady their nerve
Ready to go,
"Remember, time is your friend,
Impulse, your foe!"
Each squirrel a proud custodian
Of assets, ground hidden,
Hedgefunds.
A treasury of nuts and seed
Saved through thrift
In times of need,
Dug deep in the vaults of the earth.
Beech, pine, hazel and oak.
"We sit in these trees of plenty
Because of what squirrel folk planted before."
Then, with a scamper and flicker of tails,
They were gone.
When fall comes a-calling to stay,
then summertime has to make way
for the frost and the cold
and the leaves turning gold,
for that is the natural way.
As the leaves are falling from trees,
the ponds are preparing to freeze;
the squirrels build their nests,
Mother Nature suggests
we should be preparing to sneeze!
beasts preparing seek...
delicious nuts, hibernates
sleep surrenders chill
At dusk the Native and I
Went into the woods to gather
Sticks for starting the fire
For baptizing the sacred stones.
One limb I found inhabited
With crawling insects;
The Native said, "Put that one back.
Somebody lives there."
I realized I was a guest
Of the Natives and the woods.
JOHN THE BAPTIST
J ohn was a man who was the cousin of Jesus
O ut of the ordinary person was he and more then a prophet
H is work was cut out before his birth and his parents knew it
N ever would he forsake his calling for he understood it well
T he forerunner of our blessed Savior had a work to do
H e called all sinners to repentance while living in desert land
E ntering into his work through the strength of the Holy Spirit
B aptizing all including his Master for this he was called to do
A pplying the words of God to the living every day of his life
p reparing the way for the Savior to enter an example for human life
T aking the backseat poor John was willing to do or die for his Lord
I nsisting that men go follow the Master and enter a life that is pure
S urrendering his will to do all he could to smooth the Savior's path
T hen at last dying at the hands of evil men with his heart still serving his Lord
Copyright, Kathryn Search
a goose in a trance
plucking and stuffing easy
eyes start watering
I must forget
so as to replace
the face
on the streets,
without contempt.
Start the new
fresh and already accomplished.
Memorizing lines as dawn grows near,
3 a.m. and still practicing,
Fearing, Insight no closer.
Wake up to the sound of an alarm,
Fall out of my chair,
Walk out unprepared,
the time arises, caught asleep, unaware,
Stumble forward, assistance needed,
Eyes large and pleading,
As I begin to say my part
Pink or Blue--Yellow or Red
A crib that turns into a bed
A tall giraffe and teddy bear
Soft blankets to drag everywhere
Powder for a diaper rash
A spoon for food she likes to mash
A mobile helps to keep her calm
Fluffy jammies keep her warm
Lots of bubbles in a bath
Toys so she can play and splash
Keeping teethers nice and cold
Nap time stories being told
Lots of work is being done
For this precious little one
Made from sweet and tender care
And more than enough love to share
Robin Davis
Nature category (what's more natural than having a baby )
The art of preparing a roast
Is different from that of a toast.
Don’t cook it too dry,
Nor crusty like pie,
More moist will most boast of the host.
The mystical magical ethereal combination
Of a secret elixir’s initial amalgamation
Gave the warlock and witch dedicated determination
To keep the mysterious combination at their station.
The wicked queen’s expected upcoming coronation
Was as welcomed as a teen’s cramp-filled menstruation
The witch explained this to warlock with weird elation
He was annoyed with her efforts, it caused frustration.
A turkey flew over the cuckoo's nest.
A net overhead - flight was not his best.
Caught in the buff.
Now life is rough.
Overhears them drooling for drumstick and breast.
11/3/2022
The enlistment oath he took gravely to fulfill his obligation,
To defend the Constitution and to honorably serve his nation
He always looked sharp, wearing the Air Force blue with pride,
Adhering to the values of God and country was his constant guide.
He always prepared meticulously for every stand-by inspection.
From head to toe he was a model of military perfection.
For this inspection his accessories were carefully selected.
Everything must be perfect, not one detail was neglected.
It took a great deal of time to see that he was properly dressed.
Sharp military creases for his long-sleeved shirt were pressed.
His jacket and trousers were professionally steamed and cleaned.
Strings and lint from his uniform were carefully gleaned.
The creases in his trousers were as sharp as a razor blade.
Rows of ribbons for honors won were upon his breast displayed.
His metal insignia were polished, and, oh, how they glowed!
Now, all was in readiness for inspection and in its proper mode.
The gallant airman was not preparing to march in a parade.
Alas, he was dressed in funereal clothes and in his coffin laid.
For this, his final inspection, he was immaculately dressed.
'Tis for certain that his Creator will surely be impressed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)