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Time oh time, won’t you please
Speed up! Bring summer - time to run and play!
Let me grow into a man - no time to delay!
Slow down! Make this moment forever last -
Don’t let me grow so old and grey this fast.
Time just keeps going at his usual pace,
Neither caring nor hearing a sound.
The moon and stars in their orbits’ trace,
And the world spins round and round.
Time oh time, won’t you please
Help me recapture the joy of youth?
Please, even the day I lost my first tooth.
Why must we be stuck in one place in time?
To change that, I’d give you my very last dime!
Time just keeps going at his usual pace,
Neither caring nor hearing a sound.
The moon and stars in their orbits’ trace,
And the world spins round and round.
Time oh time, won’t you please,
Tell me why it is you must take away
Our fam’ly and loved ones who are your prey,
Though I am very grateful, that’s for sure,
For new babies you bring, with hearts so pure.
Time just keeps going at his usual pace,
Neither caring nor hearing a sound.
The moon and stars in their orbits’ trace,
And the world spins round and round.
Time oh time, if you please,
I will follow the butterflies and bees
And the bugs and beetles that live in trees.
These fellows know nothing of your cruel ways,
Yet are joyful and happy on ‘most all days,
As time just keeps going at his usual pace,
Neither caring nor hearing a sound,
While the moon and stars in their orbits’ trace,
And the world spins round and round.
There are owls out here.
They are barn owls.
The ground is hard and rocky.
It is.
Sleeping is for my bed.
The ground is not a bed.
At home?
My mom makes pancakes in the morning.
I would never see her make them, I would sleep in too late.
I could look out my window.
My window that allows the moonlight in, but keeps bugs out. When I go camping?
We have fire.
We have tangled sleeping bags.
And...
We have firewood.
So more fire.
At home, I had a sleep schedule.
But tonight?
I need good luck.
I also need new socks, one has a hole.
I think there’s pretzels in that bag that casts a shadow outside... But tonight.
That shadow might be a bear.
But tonight.
We don’t have luck.
We have camping.
I was sitting on the steps
;Taking s break from cutting the grass;
I spied a bird in flight, he dove down in front of me;
He landed began walking, walking on the grass heading toward the tree,;
All this right in front of me!
He was singing, chirping;
He was speaking, talking;
He was bobbing his head up and down;
While eating the bugs off the ground;
And I thought to myself I said;
Lord are there birds in heaven!
And if there are what do you need them for!
Lord are there birds up in heaven;
Robins, sparrows, crows;
Many, many other kinds of birds that of which I didn't know;
I was walking down the sidewalk in the park
It was a late spring evening just before dark
I saw an oriole in the trees
Seems like he was calling me
He began walking, walking on the grass heading toward the tree
He was singing, chirping!
He was speaking, talking;
He was bobbing his head up and down
Eating the bugs off of the ground
Oh! Peteinon , Peteinon
Oh, Orneon, Orneon Orneon, oph Peteion, Orneon
And I thought to myself, I said
Lord are there birds up in heaven
And if there are what do you need them for
Lord are there birds up in heaven
Robins, sparrows and crows
Many, many more do many others that of which I don' t know
Are there birds in heaven
June 3 2012
The one I miss
You left our family recently
it's only been a few days
You were always my favorite aunt
You have always been so special to me.
I enjoyed our talks, you knew what to say
You knew my dreams and what I'd want
You were the one that called me tunia
and made up a silly song to sing
whenever I was sick or injured
I always called you Auntie Conna
You had an answer for everything
and always used compassionate words
I loved your butterfly kisses and warm hugs
I loved being with you but you lived so far away
You made my childhood fun when you'd visit
You'd always help me collect my lizards and bugs.
I always tried so hard to make you stay
I'd cling to you so you knew you'd be missed
I wish I could cry and shed some tears
It's been so long since they flowed
I thought by crying I wasn't being strong
But you understood and calmed my fears.
You loved my poetry that changed As I'd grow
You helped me learn and see when I was wrong.
I want to have you back with us
But I know you'd still be suffering in pain
You were always so careful to hide it away
Not wanting pity or anyone to fuss
You'd suffer quietly and never complain
I know we'll be together again one day
I'm so glad I called you recently
To wish you a happy birthday
and filled you in on all the news
You were so pleased to hear from me.
No matter what I would have to say
With you, I felt that I could never lose
So now I'll hold you in my memories
A properly equipped cowpoke is bound to impress the boss.
He'll need a mount of course and a silver-studded saddle fer his hoss.
He'll need some chaps to protect his jeans frum them pesky burrs,
And his outfit wouldn't be complete without a fancy pair of spurs!
A wide-brimmed Stetson is needed fer shelter frum the searin' sun.
It's also dandy fer feedin' oats to his hoss when their work is done.
He'll need a pair of Tony Lama boots with high heels and pointy toes,
And a bandana to keep the dust and bugs from a-pluggin' up his nose!
When on night patrol and the restless herd is spooked by lightnin' bright,
A harmonica is a handy gadget to soothe the herd frum takin' flight.
A coiled riata he'll need to corral them stampedin' wild cows.
He'll wear a pair of 44s to shoot rattlesnakes (if'n the boss allows)!
He'll need a couple of blankets fer sleepin' 'neath the canopy of stars,
And bags of Bull Durham fer roll-yer-owns and maybe a few cigars.
He'll need a heap of patience when gallopin' through the chaparral,
Roundin' up them frenzied dogies fer brandin' in the old corral!
He'll be a-chasin' cattle and a-fixin' fences thro' rain, sleet and snow.
He wonders sometimes why he cowboys - it sure ain't fer the dough!
He'll need lots of fortitude to abide "Cooky's" taters, bacon and beans,
But he'll keep at it 'til he's old and gray, 'cause cowboyin' is in his genes!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 10 in Giddy up! Little Dogies! Contest May 2010
I am losing the war against myself
Who I am vs who I am supposed to be against what I am
It exhausting when your opponent is a fighter
Its exhausting fighting the mirror
Cuts and bruises until you can’t see any clearer
Blood flowing no drinking on the river
The pain runs deep and the alcohol is bitter
Its painful to numb what caused the Injure
Reality is blurry the tears salty I can’t find my healer
F*** this f*** that f*** I am bitter
The dissonance is cognitive a dissociative persona
The legion is fighting my spirit is bipolar
The peace is not within without is not proper
I am losing a war against myself
I am a coward with a loud speaker
Defendant, jury adjudicator corrupt prosecutor
I am kind to Nisa but to myself a monster
I am kind to a stranger but to myself I’d not rather
I am losing a war against myself
Love lover lovest can’t save me any farther
Low lower lowest got me questioning my creator
No power protest there really is no one out there
Da da da da future selfs on the respirators
La la la la sad scenes make up my theatre
I am so tired I need to rest so that the bugs do prosper
If I just give up who cries at Gods acre?
I am losing a war
I am losing a war
I am losing a war against myself
Hyman
When speaking in hymns
Our thoughts Aline
To the events of time
Forming it's own, in ryhme
Like a serenade upon boats
Around a pond of souls
Fishing in the moonlite midnight
Apon a harmony of insights
Calm before the storm,
Like water droplets, and how they form
In new shape, old life is born
Catching fish, nipping at pieces as they sworm
The crickets, the frogs and all other bugs
Speaking the same language, already dug
Heat flashes of lightning illuminate God's harbor
Moon shines the fish on light of a marker
Poles cast then reeled until the pull gets harder
Nature's serenade to humans, delight for the hymners
10 days later i could be dead
cracked bones with bugs in my head
laying with my hands on my heart
forever resting till death i part
9 days later i will be alive
feeling numb but completely in life
all my shattered dreams in a can
stitch them together and hope it will mend
8 days later i could be lost
gave all my hopes for a bitter cost
battle in the arena, a match to a demon
set fire to a land that was my kingdom
7 days later i would be a beam
something in the night that's felt but never seen
disappearing to and from a single cell
coming back to and leaving from hell
6 days later i drew a picture
a portrait of tears poured by a pitcher
from a sea that never moves its tides
from a tide that was never moved from the light
5 days later i will riot
against the society that made me a pirate
a lone in a sea, and i quest for jewels
a lone in a sea, a reputation to be cruel
4 days later i feel at bliss
every now and then i reminiscence
feel at peace knowing it will end soon
so in my life in the dark, i appreciate the moon
3 days later i destroy my fearless hopes
i stand unaware in the incoming smoke
the gas and liquids make all my senses
i separated the solids to up my defenses
2 days later i count my creations
80 lines and all my vibrations
i add up the sum that leaves me to know
that i contorted myself to conjure a foe
1 day later i sit in silence all day
look off in the distance and see the people play
nothing inside me but repetition
outside the box was the endless
so today until i print all my being
try to put into words how i am feeling
10 days later i could be alive
but i know 10 days later that could all be a lie
10 days later something can change
and 10 days later it could remain the same
but life and death are set in stone
and one day
10 days
will be all you own
As I Walk In The Forest
As I walk in the forest,
Leaves fall passed my face.
The trees looking down,
With the winds cool embrace.
As I walk in the forest,
And the suns rays I see.
Looking down through the branches,
As the leaves rain on me.
As I walk in the forest,
I hear each new sound.
Birds in the tree-tops,
Bugs on the ground.
As I breath in the forest,
With its fresh golden air.
No pollution around me,
No hurt like out there.
As I walk in the forest,
Like so many before.
A new life develops,
As each seed hits the floor.
Now I'm leaving the forest,
With its scent of decay.
But that life will continue,
Now and each breaking day.
When Five Ends
My son turned five a few days back,
And as with most kids his age, the questions don’t lack.
He came in one day and looked up at me,
And innocently asked, “When five ends, what'll I be?”
I looked at him close and answered him straight
“After five, comes six, then seven and eight”.
He thought for a minute and then said with a smile,
“Wow, that'll be great, I’ll be eight in a while”.
As he ran off to play, I sat there in thought,
And then the question came up, “Is that what I taught?”
So I called him back and said “Son, let me see,
I don’t think I mentioned how cool five can be.
Did you know you could eat an ice cream cone,
And still tell your age with one hand alone?
You don’t need to stop and show them two hands,
But just hold up five fingers, and they understand.
Soon sticks won’t be guns, swords and bats and such,
They’ll just be things that aren’t thought of so much.
Bugs aren't the same at ten as they are when you're five,
Because the whole world is new, and seems more alive.
How many teens do you know who still want to fly,
While at five you’re still willing to give it a try?
How many eight year olds go and move truckloads of dirt,
And never think twice about getting hurt?
Now, there’s cool things to come, don’t get me wrong
But something about five helps life move along.
Don’t rush it on by and reach for the eight,
When just being five is something so great.
Yeah, it’s eighteen to vote and sixteen to drive,
But it’s never as cool as just being five.
So, to answer your question, don’t wish it away,
There’s much to be said for just living today.
True, five will soon end, and then we move on,
But enjoy five right now before it’s all gone.”