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Lofty Living
Let me take a moment of silence to listen to the noise that life decided to make_
Hear all the burps, the crashes, the hums of sounds it chose to stir me before I wake.
Inhaling a hefty dose of fresh air to withhold before the next one urged to take.
Behold the sunbeams beck to call upon me to play within its streams_
Yet the time for such a thing is found only in my dreams.
To gain a chance or gander is by sheer force it most certainly seems.
I raise my face high alerting to all above the sky’s_
Smile a greeting er’ flock of birds in union swirling by.
They sing to me a welcome_ fellow beholder of the eye!
For they can see such wonders not freely given to you nor me.
From a window perched and primed_ I enjoy this simple ease {esse} of mine.
It may not be the life I’d hoped of_ but 'tis I who's signed on the dotted line _
And at this moment in time, I am doing yay fine.
***092020***
From across the dark veiled hills ,
A howl of anguish fills the soul with chills,
We hear it coming amidst the shadows,
And smell its malelovant purpose distinctly.
Ever closer it creeps and snarls,
Foul breath filling senses and fears,
Bringing eyes close to our deepest thoughts,
Unseen forms as wraiths in the night.
With weapons to hand ,
Tentative moves, towards the unknown,
Ready to meet head on the fear and doubt.
The battle was fierce between the two,
A fight of will and inward strength,
First one would prevail then the other,
A battle that must be won to remain sane.
Weapons of the light sliced and cut,
Gaining the ground darkness began to wain,
A last howl of anguish from its slobbering jaws,
And it was gone back to where its soul has lain,
Hidden and disguised ready to pounce.
A defeat for now sanity prevails,
Walking again down the sweetest trails,
Always on guard keeping watch and alert,
Dark dogs defeated for now,
Listen out for that anguished howl.
© andrew p mcintyre 2/5/2017.
I know I’m just another
stating above and better
trying to place letters
to a beat with base and treble
as my only form of credit
to impress so they give merit
Offer opportunity
tasked to write a tune to see
If I can light a room with ease
as ideas flow from the trap
and the feet start tapping
revealing I’m a river real
delivering skill up hill but still
separated from others simple
by a large margin
weightless starving
but alike hair of Marge Simpson
a marvelous carving to marvel
If I could take this time and stretch it a millennium
to maximise my chance progressing
wisdom and wise a continuum
I'd palladium like an Olympian
a mastermind surpassed the master class
that passed their class on to mine
giving worth the opportunity
hard work on every tune and beat
down enemies with many beats
losing myself in a smooth
choosing to move
me a viral arrival
feeding eyeballs like bibles
without the libel by the eyeful
or preach of survival
just rhyme pour thrive and recycle
I’d take titles from rivals
appear vital and entitled
as I advise and supply those see me an idol
a wise honest mindful of my all
cus rhyme I’m alive for
seven twenty fours
the spring soars
like sea shores
my drug my needle
the bug I breathe for
once a monster under my bed
I said
move
come sleep next to me nude
it suits me to include
don't know if a girl or a dude
until the bump grew
now exclusive
a mortgage pet minion and two kids
towards 8 billion to make millions
on which I be wishing a wish to squish
lost chances none can miss hit must fit
and this is it
ambition wanting winning
now I assert peak perk and show thirst
all pert stood alert for my serving
destined to live rhyme unnerved
to my time I give my word
Philippines is in great danger right now
I sense deceitfulness and betrayal here
My leader is feeling great and proud
It seems everything is in control
He's doubling the greatness of his father
Not in economy, infrastructures or legacy
But in name shame, ill public trust issues
Unabated corruption, nepotism and drug addiction
I sense police suppression, abuse of power
Rampant human right violation in highlight
People are not blind to see leader's fallibility
Of course not, my leaders have their heydays
Powerful, untouchable in its high evil ways
I feel if people react on the street with rages
It's easy to declare a National emergency
Put it in heightened red alert to the extreme
Declaring force the state to Martial Law
Which is patterned to his Father's declaration
Much worse undeclared but under silent Marx rule.
World Leaders are looking my country terribly
With judgment under craziness and maligning
Is my leader sane or in moron condition
I hope not but very impressively foolish to say
It's not even normal to say they're in demon possession
I sense there's no living justice system here
As if the 3 government branches are colluding
When our former leaders are deprive their rights
What's the protection of the laws for the lowly
Where would my people go in case of chaos
Hope China, US and Russia would help us
What would happen to my country this time
What if my people fight and find peace by revolt
Where would my family, my friends, and my kin go
Who do we turn to but God Almighty for prayer
Would there be sacrificial lamb to appease rage
Where would be another hero to unite my people
Would there be civil war to make this country unite
Would there be division among regions be made
Think my leader where which to find solution
Think my people what kind of country we want to be.
There were many unsavory jobs during the Second World War.
Some required guys to hunker down just a wee bit more!
None more so than "Tail-end Charlie" in the back of that old queen,
Known affectionately as the Flying Fortress, the B-Seven-teen!
Usually the smallest member of the ten-man bomber crew,
He was probably the most vulnerable target that ever flew!
Isolated in the tail end, genuflecting on his knees;
An appropriate position, imploring God with his fervent pleas!
Awakened from his reverie to face a day in the terror-filled sky,
Today's mission over the fatherland, nearly six miles high!
A Messerschmitt slides in to attack directly out of the sun;
"Charlie" sends him to eternity with a short burst from his gun!
Flak and shell around him would whistle, zing and hiss.
In his training days he was told there'd be thrilling days like this!
Nearly freezing, tho' he wore a bulky heated flying suit,
Ever alert, watching his six-o'clock for that enemy pursuit!
Jaunty but brave, this warrior winging thro' God's celestial dome,
Praying that he can fly his twenty-five missions and get safely home.
A grateful nation bestowing awards for laurels won upon his breast,
Home to his beloved America for a well-deserved rest!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
diversion
the avenue closed
not even a toll
grants further passage
a travelling circus
waits at the roundabout
all exits closed
until further notice
traffic lights on red alert
department of transport
in administered logic
regulates apathy
trees alongside
hang on for dear life
construction workers
excavate fearful roots
no U turn allowed
fixed penalty fee
points on my license
for not moving on
a perilous overpass
meets the illusion of
tunnel vision
on borrowed time
my mind inches forward
stagnant collision course
slowly I shake off the duvet
tomorrow will be another escape
26th August 2021
A person you go to when you’re aching
and seek when you are hurt
someone you should be thanking
because she keeps you wide alert
A nurse is so empathetic
she knows just what you need to hear
makes you feel good not sympathetic
and keeps her cool and lends an ear
A nurse keeps you feeling good about yourself
and boosts your self esteem
she gives a lot of herself
for her oath is to serve the team
The nurse is the most important
part of the care, for without her
we would be disenchant
trying to live with pain we could not bear
So today I give a big THANK YOU
to the ones that keep me feeling good
and mention to them, too
you should be honored with sainthood
We scroll through blue-light feeds until our fingers ache,
Chasing a million artificial loops awake.
But right beneath the static of this crowded room,
A human voice is breathing in the digital gloom.
It weaves a quiet thread between your heart and mine,
Erasing all the distance of a timeline.
You read a stranger's grief from half the world away,
And suddenly you feel the words you couldn't say.
When sensory overload has left you feeling numb,
And you're just waiting for the next alert to come,
A simple poem gives your brain a place to stand,
A momentary shelter in a frantic land.
They capture what the history books might leave behind:
The quiet, daily struggles of a human mind.
Before the news can label who to blame or trust,
A poem screams out to keep us merciful and just.
It doesn't hide away in heavy, leather books;
It meets us in the streets and unexpected nooks.
It catches you by surprise upon a subway train,
Or flashes on a screen to soothe a bit of pain.
Let critics argue if the art is lost or dying,
Or if the internet is just a new way of trying.
We still need words to help us catch our breath,
To navigate our lives, our loneliness, and death.
>center>RED ALERT
“More floods in the north,” says the man on TV,
They’ve issued another red alert.
More sandbags to stack across more front doors,
Desperate to hold back nature’s power.
They’ve issued another red alert.
A few hours warning is all they can give.
Desperate to hold back nature’s power;
Remembering how it was last time.
A few hours warning was all they could give;
A chance to move what they can upstairs.
Remembering how it was last time;
Knowing just what lies ahead.
A chance to move what they can upstairs,
As they nervously wait for the ominous sound.
Knowing just what lies ahead,
When the waters surge through the narrow street.
As they nervously wait for the ominous sound,
They do what they can to limit the heartache,
When the waters surge through the narrow street.
They offer a prayer to whoever will hear.
They do what they can to limit the heartache.
More sandbags to stack across more front doors.
They offer a prayer to whoever will hear.
“More floods in the north,” says the man on TV.
I am low to the ground, covered lizard, I will always be
I am not easy to catch, even more difficult to see.
I have not been around for ages, this pun thanks to ice.
If I do say so, and I do, my rounded back is very nice.
Forensic experts spent many years wiring bones to see
What I looked like when I was alive, for the ice age truly scattered me.
My tail was my weapon, a mighty blade, tipped with big spikes.
Other dinosaurs stayed away from me and my vicious cousin, Tykes.
My favorite foods were brad-berry bushes, and lawns-cloth grass,
Bushes as extinct as me, probably unknown as the Ice Age came up fast!
We did not have TV, we did not have a car, but we had a terrific life.
Spoiler alert to this riddle now, a sweet stegosaurus was my wife.