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Oh Chaldean Sea God, Loreley whispered. Bring him back to me.
She was counting on her favorite god, next to her favorite place, Rhine Sea.
Alas, the man she loved had run off with another – consummation not to be
So she threw herself into the depths. Turned into a German Nixie for eternity.
As a Nixie she could turn herself into a beautiful young woman or old hag.
She had so many powerful spells now, she saturated the ships that did lag.
Watch out for Lorelei, the siren, the captains cautioned their young men.
Knowing sex and sensuality transformed males time and time again.
In the depths of Sankt Goarshausen Loreley produced an echo clear.
She called to the hopes and dreams of the sailors as their ships got near.
Transmogrification and invisibility both at her prophetic finger tips.
She coaxed young sailors to their deaths, giving them a tiny taste of lips.
In the year 2319, we can only imagine how and what life will be,
Will there still be families, or just a pooled incensed, breeding sea,
Of writhing, intoxicated humans, clocking in for their lunch hour,
Trying to reproduce and gaining ten more points towards power!
Will mealtimes be as we know them today, or just merely queuing?
For a measly tablet which you must have daily, chewing thus renewing,
Your stamina to surf the planets at a graceful, fiercely unimaginable
Pace, you must be in Planet Venus by 8 docks, o’clock, fashionable!
As you arrive darkness greets you, your spirit, your being generates light,
Only on those you want to see or places that you long to be in spite,
Of the fact that if you stay too long, you sky home will be auctioned,
And your brain scrambled, and laid to rest, without been cautioned!
No rules, no policies, no systems, no charge, no one to give any rating,
Just chaos, and the thought of inhuman elimination, your clone is waiting,
And inherits your looks, your character, your wired and messed up brain,
And this clone will be cycled and recycled for the same to begin all over again!
I know a secret Neely told me, no lie.
Don’t tell me, I cautioned her. It could make you die.
She followed me around all that day and the next.
I gave her the cootchie eye, and a brave genuflex.
She would not leave me alone, she wanted to tell.
I told her she’d better not, for blabbermouths don’t sell.
She will not have another friend if she banters this secret about.
She was bursting to tell me, and soon she did shout.
The secret as hard as she could, which was to the treetops.
I could not make her stop; she was flatly out of all stops.
The secret flew into the window of every neighbor on the block.
Her parents were aghast; they might as well not had a lock.
Now everyone knows what goes on in her house.
She has been called a snitch, a blabbermouth and a louse.
I know I should take some of the blame, but I can’t, not really.
It’s not my fault she cannot hold a secret, my young Cousin Neely.
Our tomboy caterpillar’s metamorphic tendencies
Preceded her in reputation and in wherewithal
Her human indoctrination was a metabolic oversight
Uncharacteristically uncalled for, and clearly filled us with wonder.
We stood by eagerly, awaiting instructions,
As a magnificent metamorphosis changed our
Muddy, earthy, plain, now tiara-featured princess
Into a teenage butterfly, ready for the prom.
All we have to do now is clean those fingernails,
My concerned husband whispered to me,
When he saw her in her dress and floppy shoes.
We do not want her to be too pretty, I cautioned him.
Felt the cold wind
Shivered in fear
Debris beat me down
Sometimes so alone
Sometimes so cautioned
Sometimes so unsure
How does one fight through such strange winds of life
Hurricanes of rage
Ripe me down
Break my soul
Force me to my knees
But in those crosswinds of need
You are there guiding me on
A beacon of love
A glaring light draws me close
Sometimes I stray from your safe arms
Sometimes I feel I need to do it on my own
Your love is strong
Your heart is pure
I know all I need is a pray and a dream
You shall see me through
My warm blanket in the coldest winds of life yet to blow
With me through out
I thank god for you
Form:
The distinguished judge sat on the bench for many, many years.
He was highly esteemed and loved by his associates and his peers.
With great dignity he donned the robe of his honorable profession,
And with clarity and common sense made his rulings at each session.
The challenge of the law since a young attorney was his passion.
For those washed up on perilous shoals, he had great compassion.
Nervous young lawyers were blessed to have him hear their case.
He treated them with ego-boosting dignity and abundant grace.
An unpretentious county judge was all he ever aspired to be,
Upholding his solemn oath to serve the people of his community.
Dispensing justice fairly to the rich and penniless as well,
Interpreting the law as he saw it and in this he did excel!
He scrupulously observed the Constitution and the tenets it decreed,
And espoused The Golden Rule as a way to fully succeed.
He cautioned youngsters of the challenging life that lay ahead,
And to learn from mistakes and pursue productive lives instead.
His long-time and ever faithful Bailiff saw to his every need,
Taking care of all details no matter how small the deed.
Blind justice was a vision in his mind as he balanced the scale.
You see, the judge was legally blind, working with the aid of braille!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Faerie Gran asleep high up on a blue shelf.
Gremlins had messed things up with Obo their funny elf.
Washing dishes with her faerie dancing feet
PreSage Blue Sweet Faerie could keep a lively beat.
Mama of this family had finally gone to bed.
She was truly exhausted, sleeping like the grateful dead.
On her plate were two children, the oldest barely three.
Mama needed her rest, so we were as quiet as we could be.
We had tiptoed through the garden, flown above the gate.
Faerie Gran had cautioned us, so none of us were late.
White Pure Sister Faerie was consoling Baby Faerie now,
He had pricked his thumb on a needle and was putting up a row.
Soap bubbles began serenading us in their rainbow way.
We were having delightful fun, for cleaning is our play.
Faerie Gran fell off the shelf, before we were completely done.
Her wings kept her in the air, which added to our wholesome fun.
the Stone curse is what my mother called it
we have much mental illness in the family
on dad’s side – the Stone side.
one of my uncles is schizophrenic
another committed suicide,
he was super sensitive
I know he was learning disabled,
but that is not mental
is it?
if you think you are getting the Stone curse,
see someone right away,
mom cautioned giving weird looks toward dad who never heard her
I felt like a gangly horse who had better never show her teeth
I knew I probably had it, being called “retard” and “stupid” most of my life
the Stone family has now included people who are bi-polar,
and Alzheimer and antisocial.
Surely this is not because they are Stone’s, right?
I would ask my mother but she is not here.
I am terrified others will find out.
I am sure I have something.
Grinning happily, she begins throwing
her clothes into a bag.
She is going to be an actress! And he did not mind that
she is only fifteen. He said it is a plus! He is coming
to pick her up at midnight. She glances in the mirror. You
lucky girl! She thinks.
DO NOT TELL YOUR PARENTS he had cautioned her.
If they find out, I cannot get you into my movie. I am
not supposed to hire minors.
She grins, not feeling like a minor today. They will
be thrilled to see her on the big screen. All of those
kids at school who hate her for her skinny legs
will be wanting her autograph soon.
He will be in a black van around the corner at midnight, and he
will only wait ten minutes. If she does not show, he
will select another girl to star in his movie.
Her mother calls her to supper, and she runs down the
stairs with a starlet’s heart, so glad to have this big chance!
My owners call me horse
You'd think I was barnyard watch dog
Fancy that. My spot beneath a shaded guava tree
Face rustic oversize shack with wide veranda
Where they rock. They watch me feed
Where green grass grow, where fowls and pigs stray
Feasting on ripe guavas, some bounce off my back
I don't mind that; not even the weight of my owner
Or his wife, riding me on certain days -
Wild smell of their plantation cling to me
They'd groom me from ticks, and feed me well
But their adopted son knew unsavory tricks
He'd grin, tickling parts of me with a bamboo stick.
One morn my owners stayed so long
I felt out of place, tormented by and by
That mischievous boy reached and pulled my tail
A horse knows only one way to kick
So an awful lick made him shout. He was out
From across the road, one hurried half stunned.
Sun at its zenith sat and watched
It was I, carrying my tormentor on my back
Seemed I walked a million miles
So he could be seen by a Doc
We walked and walked, until
Rain clouds cautioned us to turn back.
Day after day, I would watch Reggie at a distance
Sitting, staring, staying his hands straight.
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Contest Name...'Back To The Barnyard'
Date...3-14-16