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Mom and Dad passed on and crossed that mysterious veil.
The old farmstead and all they owned are now up for bid and sale.
Time to auction things accumulated o'er the years by Mom and Dad.
'Tis truly a most dreaded day leaving us very pensive and sad.
Folks came from near and far for this very special event.
The auctioneer starts his spiel in a lilting, sing-song chant.
Men in overalls, their women in bonnets and colorful calico;
Shrewd country-folk bidding for the least amount of dough.
First up for bid is Mom's china, her treasured joy and pride,
Her very special wedding gift when a young and blushing bride.
Multi-patterned quilts made long ago with fingers then so nimble,
Each stitch a token of love, deftly crafted with needle and thimble.
Next on the block are Dad's John Deere tractor and all his tools,
Poland China hogs, Jersey cows and a pair of cantankerous mules.
Dad took pride in his herds and tools and they really looked good.
He was a well-respected farmer in this his life-time neighborhood.
The final bid is offered for the farmstead with its rich, loamy soil,
Where for decades our parents nurtured us with love and honest toil.
So many things paraded before us today from the early dawn;
Each a treasured memory taken by final bid, now forever gone.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Bid me not to leave this flame
This flame that burns, but ne’er consumes
Please let me stay within this smoke
Where You, not I, see through the fumes
Bid me not to leave this flame
For in this flame, You set me free
Though enter I with rope or chain
The ropes are burned; chains fall from me
Bid me not to leave this flame
This flame known as adversity
Amidst such flames, all dross falls off
You cleanse my heart in purity
Bid me not to leave this flame
For in this flame, I walk with You
Amidst the trials, toil, and pain
We hold communion dear and true
Bid me not to leave this flame
With You I am content to be
Although my path be set in flames
I love the path You planned for me
Bid me not to leave this flame
For in this flame, I hear Your voice
Amidst such heat, my self succumbs
Surrenders to Your plan, Your choice
Bid me not to leave this flame
In flames, Your glorious face I see
You bore great trials; so shall I
The flames are where I want to be
Said as it was long ago
Said the same though
A feeling of sickness when well
A damning of all good to hell
Intentions aside, married the bride
Where the schoolchildren inside once cried
It’s nice when it all rhymes
Afraid of the dark, it shines
I don’t look back anymore
At the blood, violence, love, and gore
Or is it all in the head
Nobody full of lead, just alone in the bed
Is that what is pain
So take it away, please, slain
All is gone but me, so now
Life goes further, beyond what I can see, anyhow
Wind, wind will go
And when, nobody knows
There is really nothing left of love
Love is gone, no not that one, it rises above
That love is going strong
So only I’m here, wrong
I hope God knows I’m reduced
Left at my doorstep, my mind seduced
Finish me before my tears hit the floor, the crestfallen sore, before, my sea comes ashore
Lay rest to me
Impressed to be
In eternal ecstasy
“Maybe in your next life “Krishna said
Because we really don’t know what happens, after your dead
Well, our president has beat the charge
our military now list him as “at large”?
Tomorrow will still keep its Dawn
Because of a memory it must carry on
Will the criminals be allowed to rule?
And are we allowed the devils tools
Perhaps the plan that our gods intend
Is to overthrow our heroes who were built by pretend
yet who is the god and what is their gender?
from whence did they come the west or Eastender
Perhaps theirs a story that needs to be told
but who are the tellers the young or the old
asking for facts yet not accepting the truth
you will squander your wisdom on our untrained youth
the queen has now died and left our earth
still gathering friends and pocketing girth
there are laws in place to protect her grave
for those who steal from what she saved
"Dethrone them all" as Alice would say
"For the thrones made of gold and we shall spend it this way!
Nonagenarian father afflicted,
his body electric awry
with congenital heart failure,
before long twill bid existence bye
whose physical well being -
corporeal essence inevitably will die
unavoidable manifest destiny...
accompanied into afterlife courtesy death
envision caricature immortal grim reaper
moost ofttimes (normally leering)
brandishing trademark scythe,
impossible mission to skirt dark shadow
creeping closer along edge of night, not shy,
eclipsing former robust native son Brooklyn
once upon time aforementioned sturdy strong guy
metamorphosed gallantly,
gangly, and gawky youth
courtesy blood, sweat and tears
conditioned into muscular trim physique
with equal fervor did apply
figurative nose to grindstone, and well nigh
academically succeeded (think flying colors)
attending City College (back then free - no lie)
deservedly acquiring mechanical engineering degree
furthering advanced studies at Columbia University
General Electric career employee
opting early retirement at age sixty
subsequently clocking thirty plus orbits around sun,
a widower past fifteen plus years, he
steadfastly remained married approximately
half century, and twas... understandably
grievously, honestly, and inconsolably sad
when terminal illness stole key
once dirt poor wife i.e. bride (never bartered)
who bore him three offspring - me
including an older and younger sister
acutely aware I (nsync with siblings)
may learn (ex post facto), our father
though art(fully) adept with smarts already told
tragically could succumb (think demise - see
above) regarding pandemic
indiscriminately claiming thee
storied Zayda as linkedin with progeny
thyself begat (deux) from yours truly,
and biological kith brought forth
their precious kin, whose limp body
born aloft without survivors
without filial piety
bequeathed as Boyce Brandon Harris'
soul into realm of dead souls eternity.
We bid you farewell,Oh Dear!
Farewell Sweet Memory
Through faith We face reality.
Our God Himself descended
To his word We adhere
He held you a bit closer
and wiped away each tear.
He raised you to his land
with a loving hand,
We'll miss you Dear Uncle
We'll miss you Dear friend.
Until We meet again
In our hearts you will stand.
A hat covering white hair
Your beard never hid a smile
Your jokes,your low voice,
Past stories told,
the tick-tock sound of each clock,
Shared moments,Hours to behold.
Always remembered
Fondly in our thoughts
An Old Pal,A humble man
with a heart of gold.
Until We Meet Again
In the Land Of No Tears
Dear Uncle Aldo,
We Bid You Farewell.
A year has gone by, let it go,
Embrace the new year as it comes;
Past skirmishes, and slights, let go,
Let’s greet happiness in our homes;
Another year is upon us,
Amidst new start-ups and new hopes;
Time for us all to greet and bless,
Honest opinions avoid tropes;
One more year thus, has gone away,
Our blunders, still, are holding sway;
How have we let it slip away,
Like sand through our fingers each day;
The time is not to fret or frown,
No point in telling all in town;
‘Cause it could lead to a breakdown,
Lest people should call thee a clown;
Wishes, greetings, also blessings,
To our trusty friends, good tidings;
New year comes to tug at feelings,
That make us think of reflectings;
Resolutions made and broken,
And to make with no fear again;
Even if in good health or pain,
Let not our efforts go in vain;
Wishes are in order to all,
Let’s greet them first and foremost, call;
If you remain aloof and tall,
People will know you have some gall;
Every human is good at heart,
Unless devil sends them astray;
It’s our duty, fight from the start,
Keep dark thoughts and evil away;
So, make merry before it ends,
If friendship broken, make amends;
Time for new ideas, new trends,
As the New Year among us blends.
mbfarookh
Thus she slowly packs her bags and leaves
sated by the touch of pollination’s breeze
moistens soft petals of flowering wings
succumbs to the drone each buzzing bee sings
squeezes a raindrop – a tear if you will
for seasons in passing cannot sit still
nor do they tarry - wish to stay on
for with their passing another is born.
Life is not troubled by its limited stay
nor sunrise diminished by each fading ray
for moments are moments and each holds a place
in history’s shadow - season’s retraced.
Summon the heralds - sound a glad tune
welcome July – bid adieu to sweet June.
John G. Lawless
©6/25/2019
Sweet magnolia, petals of creamy white
an ornament hung on evergreen trees
Your beauty filled my eyes with such delight
sultry scent drifted upon Summer's breeze
Why do you quickly rush to blush in brown
when I've added fresh water to your vase?
Should I have left you as a jeweled crown
on the tree that offered you a birth place?
I beg you, please forgive my selfish thought
Your dismal sorrow gives such cause to cry.
You're dying too soon and it breaks my heart
Farewell, lovely bloom, I bid you 'goodbye.'
No shears shall I take to another bloom
I cannot bear thoughts of causing their doom