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I learned a valuable lesson today,
when i happen to come across yesterday,
for whatever reason it pops back into my mind,
quite often it returns to make me realize,
a reminder of where i was to where i am now,
and through all of those memories what my heart has found,
God shut some doors for new tomorrows,
and has opened my heart through many sorrows,
i thank God for every experience and every change,
and every person he's sent to help me along the way,
i look back, and all i can say is thank you,
even when the experience wasn't pleasant...it most likely wasn't about you,
and if the experience was bad, it was only a reflection,
of myself, or what i didn't want to be, because i knew it would affect me,
at times, when i bump into memories past,
it blows my mind back to when i couldn't grasp,
to what i can now see clearly,
my approach, my reactions...in my heart how you've changed me,
how sometimes through boldness, we need the change,
moving past fear to step up to the plate.
The panda bear is cute but also shy.
So have you ever stopped to wonder why?
It goes back to that time in history
when all God’s creatures sailed upon the sea!
Old Noah built an Ark, which two by two
each kind of animal was led into.
A pair of pandas got put in the middle
of that boat! But pandas are not little!
The pandas, since they could not move about,
would sometimes bump into some creature’s snout.
Poor Mrs. Panda had no privacy
and felt too flustered when she had to pee!
Poor Mr. Panda, lost his wife’s affection,
and sadly afterwards, lost his ********.
The pandas, once they got off of the Ark,
were somehow able to regain their spark.
They ended up in China, learning to
“get it on again” and eat bamboo!
But now they face extinction once again,
thanks this time to crimes of modern men.
Everything is now against the norm.
Forced together, pandas can’t perform.
Such failure, like it was in Noah’s day,
must just be part of Panda’s DNA.
Let’s hope that we’ll be hearing very soon
the pandas being told to ‘get a room!”
This was originally meant for some Noah's Ark contest
that never got judged. So here it is now for YOU, PD!!
I suppose since time immemorial - Dads have provided tutorial,
Doing their best to strive - To teach their kids how to drive.
Though Dads were never all that keen - Kids pestered him once a teen,
To drive the old family sedan - To get a license as soon as they can!
Noah no doubt taught son Ham - To steer the Ark for his driver's exam.
Even with practice in this and that - He managed to bump into Mount Ararat!
Roman lads were shown how to steer - By Papa the fearless charioteer.
How Papa cried, "Oh, mama mia!" - As son raced up and down the via!
When the horse and buggy became the rage - Junior was quick to engage,
Pa into showing him all the glitches - To avoid upsetting in the ditches!
Then along came the Model-T Ford - With all the latest gadgets aboard.
Son crowed that he could drive - He hit a sturdy oak - he's lucky to be alive!
Today with more stringent rules - Driver's education is offered in schools.
But to ensure they're taught the rudiments - And other basic elements,
Dads with tight jaws drive around town - Trying to get their kid to slow down,
Dads suffer through driving sessions - Trying to stifle their kid's agressions!
Pa looses lots of colorful speech - As Junior brakes to a smoking screech.
His head meets the windshield - Thinking his fate is surely sealed!
Dad tries to regain his composure - He's had enough of this exposure!
But he recalls with a grim smile - "As a kid neither was I all that versatile!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 4 in Debbie Guzzi's "The Rhyme Inside" Contest - March 2011
All the ladies of Poetry Soup
Have me wrapped around their fingers
Pulling me along by my big proboscis
As their lady smells doth linger
That scent that drives us male dudes wild
You guys know of what I speak
Not stuff you can buy in a beauty salon
That oh so feminine mystique
It's really damn difficult to turn it off
The reason we act like buffoons
We succumb and act so silly and stuff
Often we even bay at the moon
Like a bunch of silly young teenage dudes
We stammer when trying to speak
Our faces turn red, we bump into things
Sometimes letting out little shrieks
There is a cure, it's called commitment
How dare I suggest such a thing
There's just got to be a much simpler way
Perhaps a one-night ring-a-ding-ding
All the ladies of Poetry Soup
Have me wrapped around their fingers
Pulling me along by my big proboscis
As their lady smells doth linger
The egg race began and oh what great fun,
Everyone chose his hollow spoon and ran.
Simple rules: don't bump into anyone.
Tigger used his tail, fell, out was one man.
Everyone chose his hollow spoon and ran.
Winnie the Pooh stumbled and was undone.
Tigger used his tail, fell, out was one man.
Piglet moved slowly and steadily won.
Winnie the Pooh stumbled and was undone.
Simple rules: don't bump into anyone.
Piglet moved slowly and steadily won.
The egg race began and oh what great fun.
13 July 2021
No. of photo 4
I use rhyme zone
Pantoum Rhyme 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
At the Oakland Airport Hilton Inn, I was working the evening shift, from 3 to 11 p.m.
behind the front desk on a Saturday at 8 p.m. Three Canadian boys, one younger
than the other two, shared a Junior Suite that connects to two bedrooms on either side,
each with two queen beds. Two Canadian Undercover Secret Servicemen were in the
other connecting bedroom, as the younger boy was the son of the Canadian Prime Minister,
Pierre Trudeau, 10-year-old Justin Trudeau, who’ll be the future Prime Minister of Canada.
He is on our VIP list, and now he has gone and stood at the Cashier Stand at the opposite
side of the front desk counter, where I went to assist him. He asked me, “Do you accept this
Canadian five-dollar bill for American quarters?” The Canadian dollar is one of several foreign
currencies for which we have an exchange rate of seventy-three cents to the Canadian dollar.
Although it didn’t break even, I gave it to him at seventy-five cents instead. I personally
covered the difference, a loss of a few pennies, of which I had notified the young Justin of
my neighborly gesture.
The three boys were attending The Day on the Green Concert—an event where various bands
perform nearby at the Oakland Coliseum. The boys were hoping to bump into Michael Jackson,
who performed there, but he took a side entrance, bypassing the lobby altogether. The boys
were taking turns playing Galaga and Asteroids on the gaming tables that were set up in the
lobby. I had notified the Canadian secret servicemen who shortly joined us in the lobby. They
sat at a nearby table, busted out a deck of cards, and began playing among themselves. The
lobby gift shop was closing, nearing 8:30 p.m. Young Justin came with cash from his friends,
asking for more quarters. After some time had passed, the boys called it a night, and they all
left, leaving the comfortably air-conditioned lobby to me.
The things that we take for granted
are the simple words we hold from our tongues,
much more thought should be given
to understand their deeper meaning...
have you said," Thank you. " to someone?
When I incidentally bump into people in the supermarket,
I say, " Sorry. " They smile back saying, " It's okay! "
That makes you realize that not all folks are rude....
yes, courtesy is another form of unseen kindness
that we should use more often to improve social behavior.
When making a turn, give the right of way to pedestrians,
a courteous driver gets a stranger's smile on the way to work;
even when there's no stop sign at the corner, let them cross,
they will react as the stranger did...remembering your gesture.
Opening the door for anyone entering the store
makes that person's face light up with thankfulness,
and letting one go ahead of you when she or he has a couple of items,
shows your regard for that individual, never mind who's complaining behind!
When riding the subway, train or bus on the rush hour which is entirely urban,
getting a seat is never easy...give yours to an older man or woman,
or an expecting one regardless of age...you'll surely get a flash of gratitude!
As you can see, the things that we take for granted can enrich our lives.
He is not someone you bump into on the road and fail to notice,
he is the one whose presence you feel in the empty corridors he traversed,
he doesn't wear the falsehood of a feigned smile on his lips,
but sews his bleeding truths onto the contours of his soul.
He won't accuse you of gazing too long at his flawless face or measured steps,
he is not the subject of the town's empty chatter, but the whisper that slips into shadows,
he is an ordinary person who hates attention, too hesitant to meet your gaze,
he doesn't care about appearances or the silent knives that wound his back.
He is someone you all know,
he is someone you all judge.
He remains an enigma revealed only in the silence between heartbeats,
a story that stretches like an echo among the cold walls of indifference,
a presence that asks nothing but leaves a deep mark in the silence it touches,
a soul weaving its path amid gazes that lack the courage to see.
No bash so far, beats the one in the jar
Emcee DJ Green spins for the jarstar
No ill will to spill, just dancing on dill
When the lid comes off it’s an open bar!
So relish your time and come get your fill
No asparagus juice here, that’s just swill
That’s the best party perk of a gherkin
Gettin’ sliced on garlic, Oh what a thrill!
The sweet ones are in the corner lurkin’
While that gherkins workin’ it and twerkin’
I’m already so brined out of my mind
And the bread and butter kind is smirkin’
I’m so pickled my vision has declined
To kaleidoscopically half blind
Stumble and bump into pals in numbers
A hullaballoo of the tangy kind
Off to our shelf in the door we lumber
To catch some refrigerated slumber
May have had too many vinegar shots
Since yesterday…. I was a cucumber
August 15, 2022
It’s a pickle party contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Oh, why must I wear this uncomfortable mask,
when entering stores, or working at my desk?
Don't listen to erratic idiots or irrational fools:
think about your health, do the right thing always;
if death dealt with our reality so frightening and changeless:
whom do you think would win this race of treacherousness?
Death is not a benefactor of mercy kindling life with spoils,
it steals all we possess, all we hide leaving anguishing tears;
so take down all the white flags for an armistice not allowed,
who committed heinous acts will surrender to a myth so dowsed...
where other graves have been covered with damp and black dirt,
watch helpless mothers weep to seek a pity that diminishes all hurt!
Oh, why must I wear this uncomfortable mask
to please politicians who justify their mandate?
Let's not bump into the rageful mouths that reject this hard task,
they may lynch us, or even hurt us if police aren't watching us;
this is a dilemma for many not wearing it to claim all freedoms:
is there any freedom left, not obeying the Law that keeps us safe?
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