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Premium Member June Tapestry


O the harmonious hues of summer,
June blossoms make this garden lovely;
A bewildering wild assortment all growing,
Poppies pop, irises ripple, daises and pansies sway.
      I so love to wander,
      With all the murmuring;
      Rows of bright delightful colors,
      Hovering pink peonies and red roses.
                 Lilac's like a soft mist of mauve,
                       And what an excellent retreat;
                         Purrs her majesty, the grey cat.

___________________
June 1, 2015


Poetry/Verse/June Tapestry
Copyright Protected, ID 15-678-861-0
ALL rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted into the contest, Late July 2018 Standard,
Sponsor, Brian Strand

First Place
Form: Verse


Premium Member The Challenge of Eating French Onion Soup

My favorite dining place in town is a place called La Baguette.
'Tis a quaint French café and I haven't found its equal yet.
They serve the most scrumptious French onion soup west of Gay Paree,
And it is slurped by discriminating snobs as well as we bourgeoisie!

They serve other grub such as baguettes and burgundy beef stews,
Escargot, pate, salad maison and an assortment of cheese fondues.
And Monday through Friday they ladle bowls of soup du jour,
But each and every day they serve French onion soup for sure!

Eating French onion soup is a challenge and requires a bit of skill,
Especially, dealing with the stringy cheese in that delectable swill.
The glob of provolone clings like a boa constrictor to my spoon,
And dangles from my noble chin making me look somewhat like a goon!

De mal en pis (just when my dilemma has gone from bad to worse),
Faire bonne mine (to put a good face on matters) I tend to curse.
To save face, next time I'll ask the waiter, "S'il vous plait (if you please),
I'll have a bowl of your French onion soup sans that stringy cheese!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt,USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Nature Adventure

The love song echoed 
Among the picturesque hills. 
They laughed despite their shrill voices.
Trees tremble as leaves fall.
Golden Autumn was approaching. 
Still, all is fresh and alive.

Above, clouds rushed among the dark purple trees.
The whispering leaves, the humming breeze, 
As large geese flew towards the south.
Yet robins would not be left behind.
Whilst Dunnocks used their song 
As they asserted their dominance with their mates.

Yet suddenly, the sky darkens, threatening,
The two lovers ran toward their sleek car.
A timeless dance of pitter-patter
The rhythm of light raindrops gave them warmth, 
They had prepared a delicious assortment of eatables.
Then switching up their radio, 
Left the vale and drove into the broad thoroughfare
Towards their cosy and spacious house in the town.

Premium Member The World


The world unfolds at my fingertips
Bliss is found at the fringes of my vision
I wrap myself in white wings
Perhaps I'm a little egotistical 

A journeyman who thinks a lot
The greatest prison is one's own mind
And history is both a blessing and a curse
When you gained nothing from it

Descend into an ocean of stars
When you finally close your eyes and rest
A supernova bursts in your mind
Thoughts strewn with an assortment of color

Flip the pages one last time
I had it all in the palm of my hands
Perhaps I'm a little egotistical
When the world unfolds at my fingertips

winter vill

The winter blues has a grip on me all so tight 
    Its icy tentacles wrap around me and squeezes
    freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite 

    staving off the cold is a battle, an endless fight
    it brings forth an assortment of nasty diseases
    The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight

    these grey days cloud over the sun, the bright
    as the icy chill roam wherever it does pleases 
    freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite 

   my blood flows like a frozen berg of ice
   and into my bones the air seeps, then freezes
   the winter blues has a grip on me all so tight 

   frozen raindrops form like dripping stalagmite
   and the wind blows hard, never once does it eases
   freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite 

  thunder roars. then the dark sky ignites 
  distant are the summer days of warm breezes 
  The winter blues has a grip on me all so tight 
  freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
© Markus Jay  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member County Fair

The highlight of the year for the family is the County Fair!
Folks come from miles around and there's excitement in the air!
They come to ooh! and aah! at things displayed with pride,
And scream at the stomach-churning thrill of a carnival ride!

Ma entered an assortment of cookies, cakes and pies,
Hoping to pick up coveted blue ribbons for First Prize.
The 4-H kids displayed hordes of rabbits, chickens and goats.
They nibble their finger nails awaiting the judges' votes!

Pa fusses over the Poland China hog he entered in its division.
Ah! The ribbon for Best of Show he can already envision!
He readied old Toro for show - his prized Black Angus bull,
And registered his John Deere tractor for the tractor pull!

The kids ambled off to the carnival to watch the clowns on stilts.
Ma sauntered through the arts and crafts show admiring quilts.
This bores Pa to tears and he seeks a bale of hay in the cattle barn,
To sit and gab with neighbors to enjoy many a raucous yarn!

The day ends - they've eaten hot dogs and cotton candy galore!
'Twas a wonderful summer interlude to add to the family lore.
Ma and the kids are excited since in prizes they did excel,
But Pa is rather grumpy since in prizes he didn't fare as well!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Almost Too Much Pig To Handle

We’d better go help her.
She’s got almost too much pig to handle.
These old farmers were snickering into their coffee cups
At the restaurant where they keep them on hooks
A local place

What are they talking about? I asked the waitress
Her name badge said Judy
She had an assortment of pins on her uniform
“Just wait until eight a.m. You’ll see,” she said.

At eight o’clock the Mistress of Pig town sauntered past the diner.
The old farmers were straining their necks for a closer look.
My mouth fell open.
She was gorgeous, and young enough to be their great granddaughters.
She had an Elvira Mistress of the Dark vibe about her.
I could not stop looking either.

See why they want to go help her? The waitress asked.
The old farmers rushed to pay their bill.
They all wanted to get out there for a closer look.
Not only was the pig too much to handle.
I knew she was too much for them handle too.
I caught the waitress’s eye and we both laughed.

Premium Member Dad's Dodge

Dad began work pushing a broom at the Chrysler Corporation.
A paltry fifty-five cents an hour was his compensation!
'Twas during the Great Depression when times were really hard.
He was elated to get the job and held Chrysler in high regard!

Dad was a "Chrysler" man thro' and thro' and for his "wheels",
Always owned an assortment of Plymouth and Dodge automobiles.
The one I recall as a lad was a Dodge, a nineteen thirty-five.
It was in this car that my patient Pa taught me how to drive!

Brand spanking new it cost Pa six hundred forty-five bucks.
It was touted as the latest and greatest, an auto car deluxe!
The gearshift and dimmer switch were located on the floor.
To indicate a turn or stop, you hung your arm out the door!

The spare tire was on the trunk with a ram's head on the hood.
It was the sharpest vehicle in all that Hoosier neighborhood!
A feature was the new leaf springs, providing a smoother ride.
He kept her washed and waxed - 'twas truly his joy and pride!

The old Dodge survived World War Two, bald tires and all.
It took us where we needed to go and would seldom ever stall.
It served us for nigh on fifteen years 'til, alas, she died.
('Tis still told in family lore that my Pa broke down and cried!)

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (©  All Rights Reserved)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Captain Noah's Cruise

Noah welcomed his passengers aboard the ark two-by-twos,
For a trip ordained by God, a hundred and fifty day cruise.
It rained steadily for forty miserable days and nights.
The waters of the deep lifted them to towering heights!

His manifest listed an assortment of strange bedfellow,
Ever whining with a din of roars, screeches and bellows!
No one was pleased with their meager accommodations.
The captain's purser was pressed to quell all frustrations!

Elrod the elephant wanted a stall upgrade ere the trip had begun.
Brian the lion was always on the prowl, snapping at everyone.
Gus the hippopotamus complained about the poor cuisine.
Mr and Mrs Wildebeest were bored with the whole routine!

Lena the hyena annoyed all with her constant, raucous laugh.
Low ceilings and doorways irritated Mr and Mrs Giraffe.
Amanda the panda was agitated about the quality of bamboo.
And hopping mad about everything was Mister Kangaroo!

The six-hundred year old Noah handled things with great aplomb,
Meeting all challenges with great restraint and calm.
He would be well-qualified to command a cruise ship today.
Two-legged critters he could soothe ere he said, "Anchors aweigh!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Flight of the Dragonfly and the Mayfly

A deep wooded valley, heavily condensed with enriching moisture, and more importantly, teeming with an assortment of life, of every size, shape, and species. One such life just awoke and has spread its delicate see-through sheen-like white wings. It is looking up at the star-laden night sky. It oo's and ah's at the splendor of it. Out of nowhere, a dragonfly says his name is Draco.

The little one said that she was Dolanica, and he told her that all of her kind was named that. Like all of his kind were named Draco too, and that they were a distant cousin. He said that his name was actually, Draco the pesky and that she is a Mayfly like her second cousin, but then she was the rarer ones. She said that someone is here for her and that she'll be right back, and in a flash, she returned. Draco asked if she was done and she told him that there was one more thing.

Then in a flash, she was all done. Draco asked where she put them, and she pointed to a large turned up tree trunk. She told him that they are all safe and sound. Draco told her, he will be with her second cousins, a bit later. She asked Draco if he can hop on his back cause she was too weak to fly up over the top of the trees.

So up they went, then in a weakened voice, she asks if that was the moon, he told her that it was the moon. She told him that she was glad to spend her entire life with him and didn't find him to be pesky at all. Lastly, she told him that she will see him on the other side, and he told her, "you too kiddo!" A dragonfly is seen hovering over a large fallen tree trunk, whispering that they are all okay. 

A body draped under two folded wings is seen fading in the distance as a dragonfly part.


*Dolania americana: Have no digestive system because of their five minutes of life on Earth, too short of a life span to eat or drink, for their sole purpose is to breed for the survival of their kind.


There is no rightful measure to live,
not in its length,
not in its brevity,
but in its right to be.

Date: 08/21/2019
Form: Prose

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