Oh bother I look like a badger
and I do not have any hair dye,
But I’ve discovered the perfect product
on its coverage you can always rely
It’s a temporary spray on hair colour
believe me it really is a godsend
as my hairdressers closed cos of covid
and it’s driving me right round the bend!
I shake the can for about 30 seconds
as the mixture’s in need of a mix
then spray it onto my grey parting
my hair’s fixed in a couple of clicks!
If your hair‘s in-between a colour
please take notice of my handy tip
buy a spray on temporary colour
to remove your silver landing strip!
For my sweet on line friend Sundae
05/19/20
this is going to be hairy
the landing strip is cut
short
sticking out my tongue
a landing strip waiting
for her time to come
from above she floats
slowly lowering down
a drifting flake falling
always keeping my eyes
open in love making her
out knowing she's uni que
kneeling naked taking
her heavenly host in
communion with words
needing her nonleavened
bread and musty whine
along with mine or
gas
mic
Cosmic enthusiasm oozing at covert desert landing strip
We, Sedona's most aware, gathered in dream state,
Opening our minds in amazed glory.
Excitement mounts, as we begin to see our immediately recognized but never before met E.T. ancestors
who are returning to claim us as their most assertive by-products.
Ethereal night gliders, who have taken eon-years to return.
The hidden survivors of Atlantis hit the hidden landing lights
Sedona's secret airport returns to her former active state.
We, who have been led here in our dreams
Welcomed by our extraterrestrial sixth-fathers
Determined to take us to our forever home
I have never felt so delighted. My heart is racing in excitement!
I’m no novelty though I’m a balloon in this parade,
I’m the blue and red air ship,
And I float around, on my way to return,
Returning to your glass landing strip.
Then, when I land, I want you to know
That nothing is fearful for us.
Our ribs, our bones, our delicate hands, no nothing,
There is nothing for us to discuss.
And you sit me in front of you,
Wearing nothing but leather shoes,
Living in a burnt past life,
With burnt past life living leather tattoos.
And you’re my something,
My something that nobody can tame.
You’re my IT girl, my Juliet, my beau,
With your burning, consuming love flame.
I saw you when you slipped and tripped and fell
Your face was red, your embarrassment glowed, and you cried,
Not from pain, or hurt, but because you were seen
In a position so far removed from normality in your neat and tidy life.
Your handbag exploded, an overturned rainbow volcano
As lava and purse and all things feminine, skidded
And crash landed in the cracks and landing strip of the pavement
And you, like a hijacked jet, sprawled and bruised and crying.
I could have rushed forward, an ambulance to the rescue of a victim
Of a crime, a circumstance, an international occurrence, a bad dream
But for once, I stayed and watched, with a conscience numb of sympathy
Like a snatch of sadness on the television, abnormality far removed.
But I could not change channels, or volume, or the scene before me
And I could not turn away, and I felt I had no need to
When you looked straight at me, finding me in the crowd
All pretending to be helpless; to save ourselves…
…From being as exposed as you.
The leap-then:
Soaring upwards
The inverse of falling
A solid sky approaches
My doom
Except for my landing talons
That firmly grip
My master’s arm
A secure landing strip
Warm and reassuring
The meat tastes good
©dbyrne march 17th ‘15
Beautify here beautify there
Beautify here and everywhere
I luv my wax I'm no intrudah
Man I luv my cute bermuda
I think it's really kinda hip
Man I luv my landing strip
The only wax I cannot hack
Is the dreaded wax
Back sack and crack...
The spaceship floated though the dark night sky,
The crew was so excited their expectations very high,
They had planned this mission for so very long,
Anxious to land they hoped things wouldn't go wrong,
They traveled to this galaxy from very far away,
Leaving families behind they used their time to pray,
They were anxious to see what the inhabitants would be like,
would they be so very different or maybe somehow alike?
The spaceship slowly descended and landed in a field,
They all wore smiles their excitement couldn't be concealed,
They waited till daylight before venturing outside,
They had many questions and hoped none would be denied,
As the sun began to rise they emerged from the ship,
Each one climbed down a latter and onto a landing strip,
When they looked up they saw thousands of aliens around,
No one moved a muscle and for miles there was no sound,
The captain of the ship was the first one to speak,
We come in peace from far away and friendship is what we seek,
Our people are kind and helpful and possess much worth,
A voice rang out from the crowd saying . . . Welcome to our planet Earth!
The Fly
A fly is buzzing about in the backyard, it sounds like
a small plane lost in the wilderness of space, finally it
skids and lands on the green lid of the cistern.
The pilot of the plane must find a landing place as it
Is dark and he doesn´t know where he is. A mountain
suddenly appears in front of him, banks and just clear
the top. On the other side a valley and he sees what
appears to be a landing strip, it is not but a dirt road.
It is a bumpy landing the plane breaks a wing and comes
to a stop on its side. Quickly the pilot gets out, just
in case of fire, he lights a cigarette and think of how
lucky he has been. Throws the stub of the cigarette to
the ground…explosion. I kill the fly with a rolled up
newspaper…no survivors.
Stella De Oro
One beautiful daylily..
Bloom bees landing strip
The airplane's smoking tires kissed the landing strip at Dover.
The long flight bringing thirty brave men back home was over.
The nation mourns as one at the tragic loss of each precious life,
Who gave their all to rescue brothers caught up in terrible strife.
When the ramp is lowered, the Honor Guard will bear each coffin.
They know the drill well, since they have done this all too often.
Chaplains will intone quiet words of comfort and lead the last parade,
To honor each of them for laurels won for their righteous crusade.
They willingly placed national interests above their very own,
To ensure that our precious freedoms would ne'er be overthrown!
They performed magnificently with love, valor and dedication.
Alas, they won't parade or hear the acclaim of a grateful nation.
They will be borne to their final resting place in hallowed ground,
There, to sleep until the clarion call of Gabriel's bugle call will sound.
On that glorious morn He will present each with a regal crown,
Saying, "My dear son, you served Me and My people with great renown!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Just 25 when I decided to take the dive
Home ownership was the landing strip
Built in 1924; lots of old charm to adore
Americas dream or so it seemed
The house was old and had spots of mold
With the price tag, all I saw was gold
4 bedrooms were large and it had a garage
Basement gets water; I thought just seal around the border
Bathroom was offensive; clean up - inexpensive
Kitchen was the worst; I’d tackle that first
Let’s just say the list went from bad to worst
My 1st house was cursed…
Owning a house was not so simple
Fixing it up took a toll on my mental
Having an open mind and vision were essential
Now it’s a rental with great income potential
Lay
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