1.
Invisible but not absent
Saunter along with you
Get wind of me
Between the words
The train runs on two tracks
Everyone sees…
But no one sees
What in there moving along
Betwixt the lines
Discern while everything sinks in dark
Feel the presence conspicuously
Endure the light.
2.
Your letter was a great story
But the closed envelope was the poem.
always in pocket
lips get wind burnt just working
gotta buy in stock
I’m sitting outside in the sun.
The foliage change has begun;
So the leaves, gold and brown,
Have been fluttering down
And the squirrels are out on the run.
Though I filled up the feeder with seed,
Local birds haven’t yet taken heed,
But the longer I sit
One will get wind of it
And the rest will come flocking to feed.
Such a glorious day in the fall
Should be greeted and welcomed by all,
For they’re precious and few
And we haven’t a clue
When the Reaper may give us a call.
Oh getting old is such a pain
You have to wear teeth
You take out
And put in again
Your hair falls out
you get wind and gout
Everything goes south
And your belly sticks out.
You take tablets lotions and more
You have more supplies
Than the local drug store
Hair starts to grow in all the wrong places
Even your ears
You start to read retro magazines
And reminisce about times you've seen.
You start to get grumpy
And put the world to rights
You'd take on the world but you haven't got the fight
Wear long Johns
And can't sleep at night.
No growing old is not for me
But there again
I'm only 23 and a bit
''Honest''
But no matter how old still young at heart.
I can't believe what I heard on the automobile radio the other day!
'Tis further proof that nuts are on the loose and the world is in disarray!
European environmentalists, among others, who, mighty weird things espouse,
Are proposing, and I kid you not, a flatulence tax on every farmer's cows!
They claim flatulence by those innocent creatures pollute the air we breathe!
I don't know whether to laugh or cry, but this I know, it makes me seethe!
Imagine if you will the reams of records that over-burdened farmers must keep,
On each Black Angus, Jersey and Guernsey cow as well as goats and sheep!
Humankind is also prone to this curse, a subject upon which I dare not dwell,
But I really fear that politicians may impose a flatulence tax on us as well!
Lord have mercy! Let's hope and pray that the IRS doesn't get "wind" of this!
You could be jailed for not paying such a tax if they would find that you're remiss!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
What if growth wasnt pain
What if I was sane
What if love would last
What if I foget my past
What if I was blind
Would I get wind of the sign
What if God wasnt God
OH how we would be robbed
What if the sun didnt shine
What if salvation was mine
What if I never learned to sin
Would I still have given in
What if I fall off the wagon
What if I fall off the wagon!?!?!?
What if birds didnt sing
What if she kept the ring
What if she didnt lie
What if she actually tried
Where would we be now
What if I learned how
What if I knew my fate
What if I couldnt create
What if I had all the splender
What if my heart wasnt tender
What if I found the one
What song would be sung
What if love would last
What if love would last
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