Long Bourne Poems
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I have a dear feathered friend who greets me each day at dawn!
He likes to dwell in and around the crab apple tree on my lawn!
From his perch he serenades me on wintry Colorado morns so drear,
Cheerily belting out trilling melodies that are so pleasing to my ear!
Oft I've wondered why Robbie Red Breast opts to winter here at all,
'Specially since all his friends flee these icy climes for Florida each fall!
While they bask in the warming sun enjoying cocktails of orange juice,
He prefers wintering here with me along with all its nippy abuse!
'Tis a wonder that the little creature can manage to survive,
Since there are no wiggly worms for him upon which to thrive!
Robbie doesn't worry - The Omnipotent Creator sees to his daily needs,
By providing an occasional hapless bug and a few wind-blown seeds!
I think that rascal relishes wakening me from my slumber each morn,
As he flexes his wings and sounds reveille to begin his daily bourne!
I'd rather be woken by him, tho', than the neighbor's yapping mutts!
'Tis certainly far more pleasant - of that there ain't no ifs, ands or buts!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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From the moment we inhale that first life-giving breath,
'Til the day we exhale the inevitable rale of death,
We're allotted a few ticks of the clock for life's rocky bourne,
To champion all that is good and all that is evil to scorn!
Do we take time to bind the wounds of those we have pained,
Or ask forgiveness from those whose honor we have stained?
For the lonely, hungry and homeless regardless of their creeds,
Do we share our time and alms to supplement their needs?
Do we thank Him for the awesome universe giving us pleasure?
Do we hug our kids telling each that they are a precious treasure?
Have we taken time to mentor and encourage others along the way,
And their fears and apprehensions, have we helped to allay?
Have we taken time to console those who have suffered loss,
To walk that extra mile with them to help bear their cross?
Have we taken time to foster peace, goodwill and brotherhood,
And practice the simple, yet apt, Golden Rule as we should?
Time inexorably marches on - alas, our time on earth is fleet.
There's no turning back the clock or rewinding it to repeat,
Things left undone or hoped for during our earthly walk.
Consider this - we have just so many ticks allotted by the clock!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Laura Lee's Funeral
1.
We are traveling on the infinite ship
From our forgotten harbor
To our unknown port of call
Beneath impassive stars
Upon the endless, everchanging sea
Towards a sun that may be
Rising from,
Or sinking to,
The Deeps.
It is up to us
To discover which;
The answer lies, I think,
In the voyage.
2.
It is, of course,
A day like any other.
Save that today another traveler
Has gone below the decks
And we know we shall not see her
Walk the ship amongst us
'Til who can say when.
We all go belowdecks eventually;
Some quietly
Some with great fanfare
But we all go
And it is left to those above
Who knew them
To celebrate, or rue
Their time among us
'Til our time to follow comes.
3.
This one we celebrate.
Oh, how we do.
For she was one of the Good Companions,
Those who make the sailing easier
Come calm, come gale.
The Kind word
The Attentive ear
The Helpful hand
That soothes the seas beneath
Stills the storms above,
For which the ones she traveled with
Lived all the better.
4.
We hold our ceremonies
We say our words
When the ones we know
Go below
Into the Hold,
There to await us.
We weep our tears
We dream our dreams
We weave our memories
Among the milling throngs abovedeck.
Until one day or night
Something calls us,
Then down we go.
The infinite ship
Keeps sailing on
Towards that rising? setting? sun.
5.
I think that sometime,
When the Hold is finally filled,
We shall make our Port of Call.
We shall drop anchor,
Disembark;
When we do,
The Good will see a sunrise
The Bad will see a sunset
Above that Undiscovered Country
From whose bourne no traveler returns.
And on that day,
Laura Lee and all the Good Companions
She graced along the way
Will stand and shine together
On that Undiscovered shore,
In the perfect,
Incomprehensible
Sunrise.
An eerie calm settled o'er Normandy Beach that solemn summer's night.
The debris of battle was strewn 'neath the full moon's silvery light.
The tide cleansed the beach of the blood of men who were in the fore;
Brave men who'd faced the hell of war on that ravaged Norman shore!
Those who gave their all, lay awaiting removal from that embattled strand.
With lifeless eyes and boots pointed t'ward the stars, they slept upon the sand.
Fathers, brothers, sons and husbands slain during the conflict's ebb and flow,
By the inexorable Scythe of Death in the battles of Pointe du Hoc and St. Lo!
What might these heroes have become if fate had not dealt them so?
A teacher, farmer, doctor, a minister? Alas, we shall never know!
They left farm, shop, school and hearth to cross the billowing sea,
And forfeited life on the Altar of Honor that others might live free!
The moonlight revealed treasured items strewn about on the ravaged beach.
Final letters to loved ones lay fluttering in the breeze, now beyond their reach.
There were wallets with photos of wives and children who are left to grieve.
Only the memory of his close embrace will their empty hearts now ever cleave!
Toothbrushes, razors, bloody shoes and socks were gathered by grieving mates,
As they tenderly cared for fallen brothers who've gained the Pearly Gates.
The moon glowed brightly that night o'er Normandy Beach as it paused on high,
To caress the cheeks of brave men as it passed on its eternal bourne in the sky!
D-Day 6 June 1944, Normandy Beach, World War II
Entry for Jamie Pan's "War and Heroism" Contest
I felt a tinge of frost on my cheeks today.
That indicates that fall is just a few days away!
Ah, autumn! 'Tis my favorite season of the year,
When upon my lawn a carpet of gold will soon appear!
I heard the plaintive cry of geese as I awoke this morn.
They were winging southward to begin their annual bourne.
Frisky squirrels were secreting their winter's fare about my lawn.
Old Sol arose a tad later to display a glorious autumn dawn!
The apples on my trees are tinted by the Master Artist's brush,
Some with hues of green and gold - others with a crimson blush.
The roses struggle to retain their fading blooms for a few more days,
But the chrysanthemums in colorful array are still very much ablaze!
Aspens on the mountainsides are assuming their brilliant cloaks of gold.
Anon, snow will garnish old Pikes Peak - 'tis a grand sight to behold!
Colorado spruce 'neath where antelope now gambol and browse,
Will soon have garlands of sugary snow adorning their spreading boughs!
A brilliant harvest moon shines over all casting its mellow light.
An owl perching in a tree is silhouetted against the moon at night!
Ah, glorious autumn! It has been my favorite season since my youth.
More so since I'm in the autumn of life and grow older in the tooth!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Lily White was in the mood for sweets
Walking the streets
Came across pastry treats
Modern Royals pull out a dessert spread
Enough that armies could be fed
Magpie this Magpie that
Oh mag pies get Lily White fat
Picking up one in the first half
Modern Royals snickered with a laugh
Preparing Lily White to be a wife
Since this was a get Ritchie
Pitch me
Quickie plan
Evening up excited the fans
Until Kane went double dipping
Hoping for a newspaper clipping
Lily White deserved tipping
Making all the hats removed
An action gentlemanly and smooth
While the wolves needed a tasting of wine
Burnley was chosen to dine
A casual meeting
Level competing
Less than fifteen to go Wolves put the score into the show
But before the curtain dropped
A piece of wood got hot
Penalty was assessed
Goal awarded to Clarets a success
Draw was written into the book
Climatic ending was a good hook
Mr. Bourne who had a mouth
Met with the citizens who reminded him to get out
Public’s two pences were heard
Mr. Bourne’s cherries curled
Showing some respect
They let him have one avoiding the train wreck
Tomorrow is another day
Peaceful play
That is recorded winner in every way
Weekend starts to close
And the football shows
Lily in her white
Invites the gunner for a bite
Granted she is one point behind
Needs to move up in the line
Being very nice gives a goal to him
Lily in white calls good friend Min
He puts one in
Score looks the same, identical twin
As they go to break
Lily in white took all she could bake
Near the end to this match
There was a Spur catch
Lilywhites enthusiasm was pumping
Before going table jumping
Gunners walk away gentlemen
Chivalry today shown and defend
As for Mr. Bourne he had a mouth
Really upset about potential plans to go south
Then the foxes came to pick the cherries
Getting a netter in a hurry
This did not sit well
Or gel
Instead it sounded a bell
Picking up his rake
A scene he did make
Scoring four
He was not going to be ignored
When things were done
Foxes were stun
Cherries over taking Aston relaxing
In his villa after a day that was taxing
Two upsets kept the plot going
In which team was lowering
Their competitive degree
When being relegated to another league
Stage Fright
by Michael R. Burch
To be or not to be?
In the end Hamlet
opted for naught.
NOTE: I interpret Hamlet's famous "To be or not to be" soliloquy as a meditation on suicide. Hamlet considered death preferable to life, but agonized over "what dreams may come" in death's "undiscovered country." Hamlet hesitated to end his life because he feared what might lie beyond. Keywords/Tags: Hamlet, Shakespeare, Theater, Play, Literature, Act, Acting, Action, Exit, Farewell, Goodbye, Leaving, Stage Right, Stage Fright, Soliloquy, Suicide, Death, Undiscovered Country, Bourn, Bourne, Sleep, Sleeping, Eternal Rest, Dream, Dreams, Journey, Voyage
King 'Enry of The 'Ouse of Tudor ruled merrie olde England, the mighty and the meek.
'E was quite obese in 'is elder years and threw 'is weight around - so to speak!
'E governed from 1509 'til 1549 when 'e expired and began 'is eternal bourne.
Though 'e slept around a lot, nary a male heir for 'is regal throne was born!
With virgin maidens and other guy's wives, 'twas a promiscuous life 'e led,
Though 'e eventually wooed a strange assortment of royal wives to 'is bed!
'E 'ad six of 'em, which would've left even the most virile of men in a daze!
'E soon tired of each and 'e dispensed with them in various and sundry ways!
Both Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard were destined to lose their 'eads!
Catherine of Aragon and Catherine Parr died of mysterious causes in their beds.
Jane Seymour and Anne of Cleves died from natural causes it is said as well.
'Twas rumored that 'Enry played golf as bells tolled each of their deathly knell!
'Enry got in a spat with the Pope of Rome which resulted in 'is excommunication.
This involved among other things 'is cavalier attitude in matters of domestication!
'E got in a towering snit and formed the Church of England as it is known today.
This 'ad all of not so merrie olde England in an uproar but 'Enry 'ad 'is way!
'Enry ruled with a fist of iron - serfs and gentry as well learned to toe the line!
'E died due to an old jousting wound and 'is fondness for food and wine!
'E was only fifty-five when in Windsor Castle 'e was laid out in repose.
'E was sent on 'is way with great pomp and ceremony as the olde saying goes!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 15 in Deborah Guzzi's "Sista's Bloody Sista's" Contest - October 2010
No one asked her to dance at their Prom that night
It beggars belief in me, what's wrong with these guys
Her beauty is all I see, personified within my sight
To not even to approach, I'm in total amazed surprise
Moving now to the present, although pasts have lived
Paths of life have drawn us to be amidst of each other
Recent discussions daily, our template to never sieve
It beggars belief to me that others they would rather
Now you have to be me to see to what my eyes declare
Breathe with me to see, within politeness my eyes grace
It beggars belief in me what's wrong with these guys stare
To never to ask her to dance, their Prom, invited place
The night has finally arrived for my ask to come to light
To see her standing there for my eyes to behold
Draped against her tanned a dress that so delights
My heart in pumping joy as our evening starts to unfold
At the edge of our bed she stands, her beauty immaculate
I offer my girl my hand as she smiles we begin to dance
Hands to shoulder to waist, two in movement calculate
Engrossed, absorbed, I'm caught, her scented fragrance
Slowly our hands in roam, listening to 'The Flame' by 'Dare
Eyes in glancing look, anticipating minds in thinking wish
Lobe to necks now met, disheveled clothes reveal bare
Our song now nears it's end, our hands in touching bliss
Buttons open straps in slide, shoulders where fingers walk
Gravity about to be tested, soft cotton just can't resist
Tongues like fencing epee's, when earlier they just talked
Unison hand in hand, engrossed in naked to bare assist
Covers turned lie silken sheets, rose petals sporadic adorn
Two souls in facing look, kisses aplenty caressing touches
Entwined in loving join, hips grinding torsos bourne
Rhythmic writhing palms in palms, lovingly in clutches