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My sleep is disrupted, badgered
by incessant wordplay,
a thesaurus of woolgathering
in semi-conscious dreams.
I keep a voice recorder,
bedside, to record the tidbit morsels
Lest they're forgotten
when I awaken and make bread
from the crumbs dropped
on my passage through the night.
The poet's worst nightmare is that
the crumbs will be eaten by crows
or carried away by ants in the night,
so the way back to recall
the thought trail is lost
and the poem will never
see the light of day,
and will never be crafted.
Any loss of these dream-let gems
is so frustrating and intolerable
to a poet, forever on the hunt
for magical meaningful words
beyond the hocus-pocus
of abracadabra in dreamscape thoughts,
and images, that pop into my head when dreaming.
We are badgered by the media most every other day,
Blaring that self-appointed conjurors want to take our God away!
Maybe they should be challenged with more productive things to do,
Like caring for the hungry and homeless, ceasing such hullabaloo!
Seems that most folks find The Creator comforting and consoling,
And can do without others' jaundiced views and constant cajoling.
It wouldn't harm our youth to respect The Ruler of this celestial ball,
Or they might grow to adulthood respecting little or nothing at all!
A few misguided souls tout the First Amendment and free speech,
When any mention of God is made, thinking it an alarming breach!
Did they ever consider they are infringing on another person's right,
When they want to cease the mention of God in things we say or write!
Prayer is out of schools, they want to change the Pledge of Allegiance,
Deleting all references to God and His much needed munificence!
The Ten Commandments are no longer desired for general public view.
How dare they presume that they are offensive to me and you!
Great civilizations have crumbled from far less than we condone.
The vast majority of folks believe there is a God yet on His throne,
Praying that one day to this great nation sanity will be restored.
As the Psalmist said, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Badgered In Baltimore
Dear Blabby,
My bride of forty-five years has a cow whenever she suspects me of catting around. She calls me a little weasel and a snake in the grass. I try to answer, but I'm ordered to clam up. She's such a pest, asking me all the time about my sheepish grin.
Blabby, it hurts when she calls me a leach and a sloth just because I choose not to work. She complains that while she’s a busy as a bee all day long, I’m just a degenerate wolf, hitting on dumb bunnies every night. She says I’m an ape and am as dumb as an ox. She accuses me of treating our marriage like it was a lark. She screams at me, calling me an ass and a cheating rat.
Yesterday I really lost it. I told her that I was not some dirty, mangy dog. I called her a shrew and that I was a scapegoat in her kangaroo court.
Blabby, why must she be so catty? She’s a prying old bloodhound. Should I simply tell her to bug off?
Just now my wife called me a slimy worm. She says my behavior lately seems very fishy. She accuses me of having a whale of a time while we’ve become as poor as church mice. The worst part is that, in order to pay our rent, we’re forced to look for a loan shark.
Blabby, I’m afraid my goose is cooked. She’s threatening to stone me to death! What am I to do?
Badgered in Baltimore
Dear Badgered,
When the rocks start flying—Duck!
7/26/22
Slowly,
The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire
The hammerlight of Summer
With little mouse-steps,
Steals off into apricity.
I divide my days
Between wine and responsibilities
As a child divides his
Between play and obedience.
The time itself, at its best,
Is wine to me,
Full of light and flavors
Vying for my attention.
The aptly named Sept/ember
Ignites itself against the skies;
Sets my soul asmolder
The inspiration I have begged and badgered
To arrive, does so at last
By its own rule, on its own clock
In the deep of the night
While I should be asleep.
I awake,
Dreams close behind my shoulder,
And find myself at this crossroads,
Inexorably older.
I once owned a uniform that shone in pride
The polished brass, creases and lines
An army of friends and civilian respect
I marched upon every street, placed every laureate
The glowing admiration, the tireless market
Of gazing faces that sung even to the heartless
Badgered by memories that I couldn’t forget
Now withered and worn the years of regret
My mental battle the suffering toll of silence
No words I could mouth about the raw entirety
Flashbacks of those wars supplying me
But I sit a cluster of before
My battlefield a daily occurrence of aimlessly wandering
In routine emergence
of seeking cigarette butts and borrowing more time and beer
To drown out the battle none but mine could hear
I clamber from bush broken sunlight, coughing up
The empty sobriety of reality
Just a used device a human resource
Hoodwinked and lead noose in ignorant obligation
A never-ending instigation from mind emancipation
From this dumb founded degree of humiliation
Drunken laughter upon this man once bold
Pissing on the soul, and soles of my ragged boots I couldn’t maintain or even hold
Completely neglected by all I did serve
Now served by a starvational solitude
A face that none could remember, a shadow of my youth
Just aloof, wandering every day until my feet give up from the holes in my boots
Until I drop dead like the rest of the ‘glorious dead’
Should have been left with my rifle on a battlefield proper
Something my mind could accept, something I would now offer.
And who would care and would begin to wonder
Who these men were and why in such slumber
After all I am just a homeless soldier.
There was never any controlling it?
No dodging it. Unloading it?
It stuck us both together and held us tightly in its grip
We tried our hand at moulding it
?Healing it. Holding it?
It wanted us together; head, heart and thrusting hip
Once, we nearly cornered it?
We threatened it. We warned it?
But it came once more and sheltered us, ‘till we fought with it again.
Black bruised we gently eased it
?We blew on it and teased it?
We rescued and revived it, till it burst back into flame
Then life drove us and we dashed it?
Thrashed it. Trashed it?
Tested every fibre, every ounce of strength it had?
We badgered it and blagged it,?
My word! How we have shagged it!
?It flared again and gave us, all the pleasure that it had
We disrespected and abused it.
?Never soothed it. Smoothed it?
Caressed or contemplated, its very gentle deeds We hounded it. Confounded it.?
In drink, we’ve damn near drowned it
?But still, it softened life for us and satisfied our needs
This love, it lays between us
?Binding us. Bleeding us?
The tether and the freedom that only it can give Searing us. Endearing us?
Together, there is no fear in us
?This 'It'? Well, that's simple. 'Tis the reason that we live
It’s become such a long walk home
Fairytales may blossom
Continuously over these hills
And through these mountains I will toss them
From the hemp around my ankle
To my wrist and neck
As my smile wrinkles
You will realize I just pissed in a puddle of curious respect
Such a long walk home
Now maintain your posture
Get lost and you shall remain on a roster cared through foster
Bienvenidos, carry on but send a toast
A few casual amends with the ghost
If home is where the heart is
Then why does misery mean the most
As the music shall play
Use it, we shall
And find a melody in the duration of this day
Only after a few steps does it become a long walk home
As one I am dedicated to sorrow
How could I be a beggar yet hesitate to borrow use
It’s true, It’s true, tomorrow it’s you
Attempt suicide to oppress my thoughts
These badgered memories
Exempt from the nightmares this dream catcher has caught
A tainted jewel, remember me
The painted fool of September you see
Still lost and alone
On my long walk home
Form:
so someone badgered you
threw their words at you
they splintered like sticks
they broke the skin like stones
you swallowed your heart
you lost the movement of your watch
i'm sorry they attacked you
unprovoked
later i'll remind you bruises heal
but for now
show me where it hurts
think of my sincere concern
as that kiss your mom use to place there
later i'll remind you some people are unfair
because they are and that's that
block them out
there are others who are kind
who have words that penetrate the thickest of skulls
who inject love like a vaccine
who prevent the black plague hate from spreading
but for now it’s about you
you feel alone
you feel no one understands
you feel abandoned
and you feel just plain bad
really bad
i understand the puncture
a rhinos horn leaves
unaware of the harm they left
because their hide is thick
there are those of us
who are like you
sensitive
we've read your tears
we've watched you all these years
and we are pleased to be in your company
so take the time you need to heal
and don't forget
we are here
I was born in a landlocked getaway town
Where all the colors were black, gray, or brown.
Jobs at the steel mill were ratcheting down.
It was not in my future to stay.
So, I took a long walk off a very short pier,
An unschooled, untraveled recruit buccaneer
On a quest to cross Neptune’s vast salty frontier.
Hopped a slow boat to China one day.
Underway on the Crescent City, it seemed
The ocean was wider than I’d ever dreamed.
A ship load of sinners, our souls unredeemed
Steaming west toward whatever there was.
Keelung told Hong Kong to call Singapore.
Subic Bay badgered Mombasa for more.
Sea legs, as always unsteady ashore,
Even more so with liquor and drugs.
Bilge water sloshed in the depths of the hold.
The mizzen mast learned what the typhoon foretold.
I was sea duty tempered and Shell Back enrolled;
Wasn’t nothing but maritime norm.
I was born in a hard luck blue collar town.
Half the way broken and half the way down.
But time gifts its renaissance scepter and crown
To a jack tar who’s weathered the storm.
We all know 'America' is classed as the land of the free
But any country can only be so, if it includes you and thee
Just like life is, irrespective of your circumstances, they be
For no one should be oppressed, in stone scribed, decreed
But sadly this doesn't happen, be it in many walks of life
To being badgered in your workplace, or on the way home
Even amidst relationships, when actions become traction
No wonder minds become stressed in endless lost roam
Sadly amidst life and it's walkways, canals, motorways, mm
It'll always surface crawling to it's cringe-worthy extreme
Then there's suppression, be we you, us, she or them, him
For whence anger commits, thence throws, becomes, bedlam!
Sirens!