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I met a chap in an English pub and asked from whence he came.
"Harumph! I hail from Piddlehinton", he pompously did proclaim!
"And you sir?", he asked and I proudly puffed out my chest.
"I come from Bean Blossom, Indiana, USA, out of the great Midwest!"
With that we guffawed and began a dialogue about curious city names,
Quaffing pints of Guinness along, as we staked outrageous claims.
"Have you heard of Cripple Creek or French Lick?", I reported.
"No! 'Ave you 'eard of Mousehole or Puddletown?", he retorted.
I proffered the names of Bad Axe, Buzzards Bay and a place called Hazard.
He countered with Cockermouth, Muggleswick and a place named Lizard!
"If you visit the colonies stop by Pigeon Forge and Intercourse!"
"While you're 'ere visit Thunderjug and Giggleswick of course!"
He taunted me with names like Liphook, Lickey End and Crackpot,
But I boasted of Eek, Waxahachie, Bunkie and the burg of Jackpot!
He babbled on telling of Beanacre, North Piddle and Balls Cross.
I depleted my reservoir of names - I could only think of La Crosse!
He challenged me to a game of darts - the board was down the hall,
But in my delicate boozy condition, I could hardly see the wall!
I excused myself admitting that in darts and city names he was deft.
He was still muttering Birdlip, Fugglestone and Diddlebury as I left!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
God lets us see life from every angle. Anklebiters that we are. Fist fighters, black-eyed contenders, snivelers. The boss looks down, looks into our eyes, looks at our feet, looks underneath. We don’t see the cobwebs between our fingers and toes, in our mouth and ears. Our hairdos make us look like weirdos, piled fry-high, like the bride of Frankenstein. Our hearts shoved into the easy-bake of childhood. Black-spider shades grip our nose and tether behind our ears, holding onto dendrites. White teeth flash their watermelon pits, black and blue. God lets us see from every angle. The dark spots hinder perfect sight, the dark holes below lower lashes, thinning lips, fattening thighs, exercising our rights, but mostly wrongs. I hear the gong...not many do. Do we belong to the world or to our God? Is this yet Babylon. Our speech once babbled, have we forgotten? Why do you think we don’t all speak the same language? Scientists prove there’s been a worldwide flood. Jesus walked the earth and the sun. Now you see the one world coming together. Remember what happened last time the world did this — were we not scattered? Scientists say there was a continental divide — this once united mass. Indeed we are anklebiters, curtain climbers, toddlers. God lets us find our own stray. Can we find our own way?
1/6/2021
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
as it is in heaven.
Matthew 6:10 KJV
...Techno was so excited that
scanning the moon made him happy,
he babbled about it a he flew,
sending back new pictures endlessly.
A year passed before her reached Mars,
used its gravity to increase speed,
it was only a short fly-by,
but his scans took up all of our feeds.
The next stop he made was Saturn,
where he parked himself in orbit,
came up with questions, ran his scans,
we were all quite impressed by it.
He thought up new places to look,
new approaches none had yet tried,
he was a copy of Johns’ brain,
and saw things with similar eyes.
He stayed at Saturn for two years,
found new moons and studied the rings,
then powered up his engines for
the next great undertaking.
This burn would take him to Neptune,
but when the signal did come in,
he said,”Hooray…another planet…
well I guess I’d better begin.”
How a robot could sound sarcastic
at first boggled some of our minds,
then Johns answered,”He’s growing up,
my teenage years weren’t a great time.”
We remembered this was new ground,
a computer like a human brain,
and the data kept coming in,
enough it would take years to tame.
Techno became much more snarky
in the two years out to Neptune,
far from the excited A.I.,
he now sung a defiant tune.
When he arrived he started slow,
had to be prodded by us to act,
given the lag in radio
these delays were no little fact.
But teenage as Techno might be,
he had been created for this,
and there was nothing else to do,
so he grudgingly got to business.
At Neptune he stayed for a year,
then fired his engines once more,
a last burn to the Kupier Bel,
the solar system’s very door.
Folks were pumped for what he would find,
information, such a great wealth...
but none came in, just Techno’s words:
“You want it? Go get it yourself!”
That was the last we heard from Techno,
at least for a good long while,
we kept trying to reach the bot,
but he refused every trial.
We were annoyed, but still saw the
greater mission as a success,
the data from the two big planets
would for years hold people’s interest.
Besides it had always been planned
to draw down Techno’s power now,
batteries low, all out of fuel,
he would drift as he went, outward bound...
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
As dark clouds dashed and clashed in the sky
Thunder began to boom and rumble
Sensing an impending rain, frogs started croaking
Cows stopped cuddling and began to moo
Soon pitter- pat came down the raindrops.
landed on roof tops with a heavy thud
they broke and cracked into tiny droplets
gurgled and gushed through canals and drains.
And joined the brooks that babbled,
merging with waterfalls that whooshed.
Along with the rain, came the roaring wind
as it passed, the bells clanged
windchimes whispered, wires on poles whistled
doors slammed shut and windows creaked
grasses swished and leaves rustled.
Birds fell silent and stopped tweeting
When the pouring rain came to a sudden halt,
The rattle was over with everything falling silent.
Excerpts from "Cordoba"
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Withered Roses
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
What shall I call you,
but the nightingale's desire?
The morning breeze was your nativity,
an afternoon garden, your sepulchre.
My tears welled up like dew,
till in my abandoned heart your rune grew:
this memento of love,
this spray of withered roses.
Ehad-e-Tifli (“The Age of Infancy”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The earth and the heavens remained unknown to me,
My mother's bosom was my only world.
Her embraces communicated life's joys
While I babbled meaningless sounds.
During my infancy if someone alarmed me
The clank of the door chain consoled me.
At night I observed the moon,
Following its flight through distant clouds.
By day I pondered earth’s terrain
Only to be surprised by convenient explanations.
My eyes ingested light, my lips sought speech,
I was curiosity incarnate.
Excerpt from Rumuz-e bikhudi (“The Mysteries of Selflessness”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Like a candle fending off the night,
I consumed myself, melting into tears.
I spent myself, to create more light,
More beauty and joy for my peers.
Longing
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Lord, I’ve grown tired of human assemblies!
I long to avoid conflict! My heart craves peace!
I desperately desire the silence of a small mountainside hut!
Life Advice
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This passive nature will not allow you to survive;
If you want to live, raise a storm!
Destiny
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Isn't it futile to complain about God's will,
When you are indeed your own destiny?
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I have counted all my blessings, even when they’ve made me cry.
I’ve held onto my faith and never questioned why.
I’ve woke up with no lights or dial tone on the phone.
My life has been a struggle, but I’ve never been alone.
I’ve always gone to work and done the best I can.
Sometimes I’ve made bad choices and never had a plan.
I’ve watched my loved ones die, close friends of mine as well.
I’ll always love my God, that’s one thing I’ll never sell.
My path has not been straight, I’ve wondered far and near.
I’ve often put on blinders, so my sight was not that clear.
We all have had our troubles, most far worse than any of mine.
I’ve spent time in the sand, but I’ve never drawn a line.
I guess I’ll make my point, I’ve babbled long enough.
I would never change my past, it’s what has made me tough.
I’m loyal to my friends, for those I love I’d surely die.
This is the honest truth; I’ll never question who am I.
1/8/22
Who Am I Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
That day is very much vivid in my memory,
I was holding a baby who was weeping inconsolably,
and I did not know how to make him smile,
was sobbing myself!
My father saw me and said,
"I couldn't imagine my bookworm daughter would make such a beautiful mother",
And the doctor said,
"How is it that both Mom and the baby are crying together? "
That day I became a real mother,
who tried to do everything in her power
to raise one little human being,
That tiny human being became the centre of my universe!
One little being, who just came to the earth
to be a part of this cosmos, to find his place.
I and my Baby both grew up with one another,
We were blessed with the love, the laugh, the joy, the bliss
of being together!
His laugh was my laugh, his cry was my cry,
There was no gift comparable to the bond we had.
Spending too many sleepless nights, I didn't know I was capable of,
I was walking every step after him when he started toddling,
I was climbing every step up the stairs after the little baby, in case he stumbled and fell,
I was swinging him on the swing till he was tired, and I was exhausted,
How many songs did I sing till he fell asleep?
I was bursting into ecstasy with every word he babbled.
Pored over Tintin stories together, and giggled,
Daubed canvas with bright colours, and marvelled,
at our artistic creations,
Strolling on the streets licking Buskin-Robbins,
And gazing with fascinated eyes
at rainbow-coloured fishes and turtles floating in the aquairium!
One day I realized, my baby was not a baby any more,
It is time to let him fly.
With immense pride I watched him soar, and thought about my mother and my grandmother,
about all the mothers in the world,
who had done the same in every generation.
Your tumbling forth was a joy.
None asked, then, you're a girl of a boy;
We never cried when you cried.
Rather, each one had a smile of pride.
You cried when you felt hungry.
You cried for all and sundry.
All you needed was everyone's care.
And of your every need, each one was aware.
You learned to smile too, but that was less.
The angels are blessing you; each did guess;
Did anyone ever feel upset
Though they found you often wet?
Each day, your mom and I eagerly counted,
Whether your growth was health-founded,
You started sitting straight without falling.
You fell to your face and rose while crawling.
When you gradually stood up and toddled,
And, very pleasantly falling swaddled,
For walking, you started finding your space.
In each step, we could find grace;
There was a celebration when you babbled.
How beautiful your toy horse you saddled!
We could find, yet annoyed and sad,
When, with your toys, someone else played
When with other children, you expressed your wrath,
We know all these are part of your growth.
All these happened, dear. Now you’ve started to school,
We still watch over your growth, though we look cool...
On and on went the constant stream of
sound..
I got lost in my own musings, the second
time around.
She babbled her notions, to living things
that drank her.
They savored up everything, that she had
to offer.
I followed her down to the end of the
journey..
Laying down next to her, I enjoyed the
tranquility!
Babbling Brook was spent from her travels
of the day.
But, she kept on moving as time drifted
away.
All of the rumors of nature, were imparted
to me..
Of what was to come and what was to be.
She slowed down her stream coming
upon a nook..
Never can she really rest~for she is a
babbling brook.
Inner voices sound disturbed
Behave yourself sent via thoughts
Sleep has deserted me, so confused
Time to visit long ago scenes
Find my friends of time gone by
I find myself on the pathway of ocean views
Crashing waves and sea gull calls greet me
No one around to view my crazy antics
Facing the ocean, arms open wide, calling out names
A voice I knew well, echoed, from where?
My name was being called, tried to dismiss
Inner voices giving advice, my name once more
Too much to bear for my weary soul
I fall to my knees arms still open wide
Hope that no one views this scene
Tears form as memories flow by
I shudder as warm arms enfold me from behind
A perfume I recognised from years gone by
Where have you been my friend my lover?
Tears now flow as I realise this is not a dream
I stand and turn, those eyes, lost in their depth
I am lost for words as I stare
The warmth of a hug, a kiss on my lips
I heard through the grapevine you had returned
The voice of an angel that always soothed my anger within
Tears and laughter at this encounter
Lovers once more as the hugs continued
So much to tell, I babbled on
Her smile, as she listened to travel stories
We walked the cliff top path back to our village
Our favourite café, coffee is calling
Sitting chatting, holding hands
My inner voices does not understand
Laughter and applause, what is going on?
Our friends had gathered, the word had spread
This gang of old have a day of stories ahead
Inner voice gives advice I understand
Eyes that allow us to investigate another’s soul
Hold this girl and never ever let her go.