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With pitchforks and torches they rode through the night,
their goal was Milton Creek, by dawns early light.
A surprise attack was what they had foreseen,
led by the infamous, lollipop queen.
With a group of ringed men, she’d deceived and collected,
they rode for the jail, for the first one she’d infected.
In shackles and chains, her best awaited his trial,
I can’t say his name, so we’ll just call him Kyle.
Old Kyle was arraigned for a snake oil ruse,
he claimed to sell medicine but was just peddling booze.
They stopped just out of town by farmer Bill’s pig pen,
where they all shared a lollipop, and a *Cornish game hen*.
Rested and fed, they all headed for town,
their plan was to free Kyle and turn his frown upside down.
There were many new graves that we helped Mayor Tom to dig,
we could smell them all coming, they were pungent like a pig.
Little did they know how Milton Creek was protected,
we watched each other’s back, and our defense was perfected.
David and Terry, were perched on the roof of the jail,
I stood right out front with my leaded cocktail.
Tania and Jan were on the top of the saloon,
Milton was keeping watch, as he played a catchy tune.
Deb was on the ground, locked and loaded,
Lin had Jenna’s Winchester and some dynamite to be exploded.
*a Cornish game hen is produced from a cross between the Cornish and white Plymouth rock chicken breeds, it is served young and immature weighing no more than two pounds*
Inspiration:
Inspired by the “Footprints in the Sand” tradition—the enduring idea that when only one set of footprints remains, it is because the Divine is carrying us through our darkest hour.
—The Weight of Mercy—
I turned my years back down the seaward strand,
where joy had once impressed its double trace;
But when the dark unloosed me from its hand,
one print alone lay solemn in its place.
I deemed that single furrow spoke of doom,
and read Heaven’s silence as a sealed decree;
Yet grief, self-crowned, within my inward gloom,
arraigned the unseen for what mine eyes could see.
Then came one night when one brief sentence fell
through all the citadels I built so strong,
and where my failing breath could scarcely dwell,
I felt a strength that bore my soul along;
till, looking back, the furrows seemed to shine:
My feet were mine—the strength that bore me, Thine.
Gather 'round me, my dears,
I'll continue the tale
Of a princess and her pirate lover.
Of her crown unencumbered,
They pillaged and plundered
As they wandered the seven seas over.
Crimes maritime were elating
And invigorating
'til Jack noticed a bulge in her tummy.
The princess first was offended,
But then she comprehended
He would soon be a dad, she a mommy.
Two months later, one morn,
Daphne's baby was born,
She said, "Time to rethink our position.
If we stay here, our child
Will grow wicked and wild,
We must provide better, milder conditions."
Jack's crew were confused
When he told them the news,
All they knew how to do was be pirates.
None of them had a dime,
And all too far past their prime
To go home and move in with their parents.
Jack chuckled and chided,
Their fears he derided,
And then much to their mirth and enjoyment,
He said, "We'll start a new industry
That sells hospitality
And offers year-round and seasonal employment."
Do you remember the king?
That mean, stingy old thing
Died alone in his big empty palace.
But before his reign ended,
His will was amended,
And Princess Daphne inherited alles.
She thought the place would work well
As a swanky hotel
Or a posh B&B just for pirates.
But Mad Jack and his gang
Were arraigned and then hanged,
They should have kept their retirement more private.
And thus, dear ladies and dudes,
My narration concludes
About Daphne's and Jack's days of glory.
She turned her dad's mausoleum
Into a pirate museum
And made a killing, some say,
Conducting tours every day
For visitors who'd pay
To hear a pirating princess' story.
Whether I got married by my choice of courtship and romance,
Or given an unknown bride with arraigned marriage,
In the end, I get a wife, sincere, devoted, caring and loving.
The time takes toll,
The bright sun sparkling beauty turns into charming moon-faced doll,
The discussions and arguments begin, she turns into a volcanic rock.
An old Indian proverb says,
two water clay pitchers put together rub against each other,
A discussion dictates what’s right, arguments points who is wrong.
A marriage between two strangers,
IS to make some one imperfect into a perfect being,
Although a good concept, does not work until both amend.
A few times, she will complain,
I cook and clean all the time, today it is your turn,
All excited I cook, she takes a bite, and dumps everything in trash,
Now I am barred even ever thinking of cooking again,
A few times, I will be dragged to her shopping spree,
Buy this, buy that, does this dress look pretty?
After a few likes and dislikes, she makes her own choice,
Lesson learnt, just being together makes her happy.
A few times, she loves to buy an expensive item,
She will say you don’t worry, I will charge on my account,
When the bill comes, she says you have the money, you pay,
Despite all the little skirmishes,
She likes and loves me from the core of her heart,
Mutual support and respect will survive the marriage.
Profane words, poor things, scorned as contraband,
In contrast arraigned with words weighed as sane
That hold a moral firm ground-- for long grand.
Forbidden, they talk to us in words plain
But are powered by voltage of thunder clouds
Which, words that wear civil dress seldom can.
What beauty-- words raw, truthful, not in shrouds,
Honest if rude, can do free from restrain!
Not sure? Try stub your toe and mark your jibe:
Sage decorum nor yet homilies rife,
Nor vague philosophical diatribe,
Nor yet poetic prompt on fleeting life!!
Pain, no child of elegant etiquettes,
Spews words profane-- flood flooding past floodgates.
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Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) | 17.12.2025 | profane, sane, words
Note: The part - II follows.
"50 Words for Poe: The Wicker Man"
Lost in the fire of his own mind
Lost in the fire of his own heart betrayed
Lost in the fire of his own life arraigned
Lost in the absence of Love, always
No Home
Man on Fire
Afraid
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own sorrow
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own soul
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own today n’ere tomorrow
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own higher-self to remember
Time now to let go
Time is not borrowed
Burn the past to find Home
The Ocean calls him Home calls him Home calls him Home
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
for Cerberus
off-page guarding his heart
https://youtu.be/NZ1o3mBbhws
"Man on Fire"/Gerrard
“It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.” Tolkien, The Silmarillion
“Ocean, n. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man — who has no gills.” Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary
Alas, never seen along scenic highways and byways anymore,
(Now, tacky billboards clutter roads from shore to shore!)
Are the pithy Burma-Shave signs displayed in red and white,
That provided the traveling public with so much delight!
Signs were planted by PhDs (Post Hole Diggers) fifty yards apart;
Folks memorized them by rote and recited them from the heart.
Dads became adept at suddenly shifting their cars in reverse,
Should Mom or the kids miss a line of that mesmerizing verse!
For massaging their spines, cows and horses found them handy.
Miscreants used them for targets - their usual modus operandi.
College boys "borrowed" signs to decorate their college dorms.
Others were set atilt or otherwise marred by savage thunder storms!
Six sequential signs were arraigned along a farmer's fence.
Each was carefully composed so as not to cause offense.
Shakespeare would be aghast at such appalling versification,
But never mind, for nigh on 40 years they tickled a generation!
'Tis so sad that these clever mots have vanished from the scene.
What was once an educational trip is now so boring and routine!
When rising each morn/Your stubble to mow/And your mug to lave/
You'll sigh and mourn/The demise of signs/Reading Burma-Shave!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
A walk around the block in my parents’ neighborhood at dawn
wearing mom’s sweater and pop's sneakers with a clown hole cut out for
toe infection
I was stopped by a cop in a cruiser
this was during the Vietnam War long hair ago
he was angry at everyone I was offended by everything
he said which way are you going I said which way are you going
so he socked me in the mouth and handcuffed me
I was arraigned on disorderly conduct and resisting arrest
my good parents came down and stood beside me before the judge
I wrote to the police department internal affairs
not for retribution but to start a paper trail
in case this cop someday bopped one of my brothers
a few months later I’m back at work in NYC
two detectives come into the city to question me
one good cop one bad cop we park in the park me in the back seat
they wanna know was I mouthy to the cop who punched me in the mouth
long story short
they leave me on a bench to eat my lunch and the charges are dropped
The King of glory comes to remove our soul’s unrest
To redeem us from death to give us life, and His eternal rest.
Follow to the judgement hall see the Lord of Life arraigned;
Grievous misery and pain to bear, our punishment He sustained.
Sacrificed upon a tree He paid the price we owed
For every sin of thought and word for every woe, we sowed.
“It is finished” hear Him cry; His sacrifice complete; His lifeless clay
In our tomb was laid to be raised again on the third day.
“As with Adam all died, so also in Christ all are made alive;”
Through our Lord Jesus Christ we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.
“If we confess our sins, God is faithful and just to forgive our sins
And cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” Baptized into a living faith,
Sanctified by the Holy Spirit, we live to honor Christ who loved us
And gave Himself for us. “If you confess with your lips that Jesus is Lord
And believe that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.”
No shame will come to those who believe in Christ Jesus.
Faith comes from hearing, and hearing by the preaching of our Lord.
“Through our baptism we were buried into Christ’s death, so as Christ was raised from the dead by God the Father, we too may walk in newness of life.”
In this manger our Savior rests, Holy sinless Son of God by the Holy Ghost conceiving born of Mary virgin mild; enter Lord into our lives filled with anguish, sin and grieving. Bring me ever closer to Your manger knowing the grace bestowed to me; here I will find my Savior, and a blessed life eternally.