I heard a rumour that I never knew
Santa delivers to animals too
But, throughout the ages
He’s feared beasts in cages
So he leaves till last, his trip to the zoo
Small children, they play the game right
Of Santa they never catch sight
In the Amazon halls
Santa lost both his balls
’Cause crocodiles don’t sleep at night
The Tiger that bit off his nose
Pursues him wherever he goes
Too tight for his waist
The bars slow his haste
He’s just lost an ear and two toes
He bound his foot with a bandana
He’d meant to give someone mañana
The big ape was risky
He looked pretty frisky
And then Santa lost his banana
A coyote from Winnipeg
Snarled but he tried not to beg
He offered him joy
With a nice squeaky toy
Which cost him an arm and a leg
But Santa Claus doesn't know fear
This happens each time he comes here
In ten months or so
His bits will regrow
That’s why he comes just once a year
clawing intentions
thawing indentions
spinal cord snapped
back stab
face lifting
turn around face the stabs
what away jade me mental
skull boundaries lobotomies
holes
fresh air deepening
seeping through nostrils
cold war aroma induces coma
my time to go has come
who are them peoples
go mad later
go yourself
nevermind
climb another day
?
We each within our self, deep down
Beneath the web of waking thoughts
Keep us a long clawed devil clown,
The image of our haunting fears and doubts.
He roared our fathers full of madness
Salting all the seven seas with tears
While crumbling empires fought to bless
The image of the prison of their fears
We shall rise anew, my good friends!
The mountain of doubt dividing us
Has reached the summit and now sends
Its peak self-piercing in a final thrust:
Though our fathers caged the devil clown,
Let's set him free and pass the pipe around.
Discarded driftwood
clawed branch in desperation
where once it stood tall
.
There once was a lion tamer named Claude
For twenty years the cheering hordes he'd awed
He had been bitten and mauled
But the mad crowds he enthralled
Alas, Claude met his doom when he was clawed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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I've been down a black hole,
the toughest journey,
I have been through
the fight to save myself
...to face the inner you...
for everything I believed I was
the me I thought I knew
I had to reconnect ...
my inner child guided me through
we fought for our survival
a feeling familiar to us both
I wasn't going out...with a madman
the madman who tried to destroy
my everything, my life
he had no idea, who I was...
to whom he was dealing...
my grandmothers' and mothers
blood flow through my veins
with it a courage, a strength,
a deep embedded feeling,
this criminal madman his life
he strayed, his blame...
my inner child, our belief, our
perseverance, our struggle to
succeed,
I have lost a lot of the precious
in my life,...but the gains out way
all of this (indeed),
unless, you have experienced
the evil, is it difficult to express
let alone for a child to comprehend ...
Do not ever lose touch
with your inner child
for this is truly you
for me my life could have gone
either way,inner child, our
inner strength I so love you