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I've always looked rather young for my age, or so I'm told,
But a kid in the burger joint today was ever so bold!
He rang up a "senior rate" for the burgers that he sold!
That little scoundrel! How dare he assume I'm that old!
Nowadays, when I go to the barber and settle in the chair,
She suggests a subtle "retouch" would really enhance my hair!
The dermatologists says the "wisdom spots" on my hands and face,
Must be eradicated since they are a terrible disgrace!
I used to wear stylish shoes, they'd really knock you out.
Now I wear ordinary Doctor Scholls to accomodate my gout!
I wore suits of the finest cut when I was young and trim.
Now to oblige my portly physique, my clothes look so grim!
Seems my ears ain't functionin' too well as of late.
Hearin' aids would rectify that, accordin' to my mate!
I'm obliged to wear trifocal spectacles to improve my sight.
They hinder my depth perception and besides they look a fright!
Doctor visits leave me concerned about glucose and cholesterol,
Shingles, hypertension, triglycerides and acylglycerol.
Maybe that young burger vendor was right, truth be told.
There ain't no gittin' 'round it, I guess I'm gittin' old!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I'm so flexible but I can snap.
So never push me too far.
I'm very strong but I can still break..
My strength depends on how kind you are.
I work well with my own kind..
Together we bounce off the wall.
But just like Humpty Dumpty..
I can't be repaired after a bad fall.
I am resistant to extrusion..
I can bend to accomodate most needs.
If respected I'll stretch the extra length..
And I multitask when asked with a "Please?"
I can hold many items together..
And tidy up a messy space.
My resilience will always rebound..
My versatility can suit any place.
I will always make you look good..
And give your hair a modern style.
I can help you break bad habits..
If you wear me on your wrist for a while.
You'd be surprised how many times I'm needed..
I come in many colours, styles and brands.
My abilities are absolutley endless..
Im your hard working, loyal RUBBERBAND!
The reason no longer matters.
The finality towed out behind that small,
paper boat has now severed possibilty
and left the hand that launched it, empty.
Birds follow, singing a requiem.
I want something in its place, large enough
to envelope thought, accomodate catastrophes
and offer vistas of stars, galaxies and out
towards that edge where all things cease
and exceed understanding.
I would like something that creates
no fracture or disturbance in the order
of things, but settles gently and calms
the rush and anger boiling on the surface
of where life is lived.
To have no hierarchy but that given
gladly in the inherent value of life itself,
to accept what falls from fate and celebrate
that which comes forth in the exquisite
play of this unfolding world.
An expression of a Nurse
I am a Nurse,
I am loved by few and hated by many
Everyday I dedicate my life to saving lives of others
From 7 o'clock in the morning to 7 o'clock in the evening
Whether its winter, whether its Summer
Day and night I sacrifice my comfort
And put myself at risk of developing deep venous thrombosis
Through standing
Swimming in life threatening infections
And deadly diseases
Yet I am loved by few hated by many.
My dedication, my determination,My willingness, my passion, my care
They are all never recognized
Only my mistakes are visible in the eyes of everyone
Because I am loved by few hated by many
From vomitus to faeces, Urine to blood, sweat to sputum
My hands discriminate none
In all body orifices they navigate to heal where it is injured
Assess where it is wrong and comfort where there is pain
From head to toe they travel to provide holistic nursing care
To bring back good health to those afflicted by sickness
Yet I am loved by few hated by many
I am a Nurse, hate me, love me
My hands will always be receptive
To accomodate your entrance.
I've been single now for quite some time.
Home alone, just me and mine.
It's nice to hear the clock tick,
whenever peace is what I seek.
Play my music to suit my mood.
Cook my own favoutite food.
But something's missing from the mix.
Something niggling to be fixed.
I can't decide what it is I crave.
A prince, a knight, a rogue, a knave?
Why would I want to spoil my fun
Try to accomodate someone?
I can't help it, I am a flirt.
I need a hand beneath my skirt.
The push and pull of minds that meet.
The tender act that is so sweet.
But how to meet that special one?
Crux of my problem, 'tis troublesome.
Those dating sites have dulled my brain.
Revolving faces drive me insane.
Like The Paul Jones from years ago.
Where circles whizz then slow.
Until face to face with God knows what.
When one was put on the spot.
Now, they just keep whizzing by.
Reluctant to stop, just want to spy.
Too old, too young, too fat ,too slim.
They make decisions on a whim.
It's all kiss me quick, next one please.
I refuse to get down on my knees.
I'm sure in time my urge will pass.
Not want that hand upon my ass.
Nor want to tease or be held tight.
Or even end up in a fight.
In the meantime I'll keep looking.
To try and get something cooking.
Gus got all of those who were allowed to attend
and "available" settled in around his big oak table.
He even put in an extra leaf to accomodate,
so there was enough space to keep from
slap fights and infighting of kin. He handed out
charmingly and diplomatically, the swami hats each containing an indian feather and a bedazzle kit- stone standard. He didn't have time to personalize
a moniker, this would have to do in a pinch.
Speaking of pinching weiners, Gus had to go to the bathroom, and was potty dancing and squinching,
this whole seance thing and having the floor for
everyone's attention was getting him excited.
On his way to the bathroom, he noticed Silky had
already fashioned his into a pimp hat,
cocked to the side as he slapped Penney for good measure to help break the hat in.
Penney fashioned hers into a pirate hat and shot Silky a look of smug mutiny. Kenny was too busy dealing
Vatican 2 pedopriest some product to personalize his for the moment. Gus pulled the hat from LizPiggo's
mouth and made his way, forgetting he locked
Nancy and Chuck in there and took a two story wiz
out the window. What a story! they were embarking
on indeed, was all he could think about,
except for the fact that he couldn't use the kitchen
sink because he couldn't find his step stool and
the arc of his stream no matter how proficient his trajectory would go all over the floor on re entry
unless he jumped toward the sink in the final throes.
He remembered what happened last time.
Wet floors and jumping were a wicked mix.
After he heard the voices seemingly coming from somewhere close "out there", he shook
the distraction off
and resolved to get back in there and get this seance underway. The spirits needed him !...
Form:
Oh! How I dreaded for the bee to come
But he came this summer with all his kin
He has invaded the peas, beans, and corn
They have turned the garden into their den
I have not seen the Purple Martin yet
Coming to swoop and dive at early eve
Surely we have enough bugs to feed him
And his family this I do perceive
Why has he stayed away_not come today
Did he loose way coming from winter's stay
Or is the housing here too old, too small
To accomodate growing family
Maybe too humid for him since trees
Have been removed__trees that carried breeze
Lifting him high on air currents to swoop
Early in the morn and early dusk's eve
(Needs work..Yet; Came to me after reading Emily
Dickinson)
Form:
There is a beautiful little village
Down a long rainbow coloured country lane
Known to only a few
Where collective colourful characters reign
The residents of Rainbow Village
Are a creative colourful bunch
Who meet every week religiously
At the local Village Inn for Sunday lunch
Mr Red is the local policeman
He is driven and a natural born leader
Decisive, firm but fair
Authoritative while following police procedure
Policeman Red married Miss White
The villages well loved librarian
An independent calm gentle soul
A compassionate revered humanitarian
Together they have a daughter
A little girl called Pink who is ten years old
A playful ,sensitive, loving child
Adventurous and bold
Dr Brown is the villages doctor
A warm natured, comforting, reliable man
Who is married to Dr Blue the local veterinarian
A kind ,caring dependable bloke who will help anyone he can
Miss Purple is the towns local artist
Beautiful, talented and unique
Unbelievably imaginative and creative
Her colourful creativity is displayed on every cobbled street
Mr Green is Rainbow Villages resident gardener
A young man totally at one with nature and harmony
The village is abound with happy, bright colourful flora
As far as the eye can see
Mr & Mrs Orange are both school teachers
Both are optimistic, enthusiastic and love to teach
Energetic ,cheerful and passionate
Learning and education never far from their minds reach
Mr Grey , l should say Mayor Grey
Has the village and residents best interest at heart
Always calm, composed and diplomatic
Supporting locals with their creativity, colour and art
Miss Yellow runs the village general store
A lovely outgoing lady with a heart of gold
Always trying to accomodate all the residents wants and needs
Her produce is quality so be quick or it will be sold!
Mr Black is the publican of the Rainbow Inn
An intriguing powerful fellow
A somewhat mysterious man
Who is secretly and hopelessly in love with Miss Yellow
Rainbow Village is a wonderful place to reside
Full of incredible interesting and varied folk
Not always do they see eye to eye
Yet come Sunday all gather and unite over lunch and a joke