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We had the way sent from above
then kept the parts we like,
and handed back the rest and now
we don’t even think twice.
It’s like it never happened yeah,
just like it never even was,
but there is no escaping it.
It’s coming back because
He’s coming back yes, it is true
then how will things play out?
In one day can we just adjust?
We know that life’s about -
having the opportunity
to learn to live his ways.
So then how is it possible
we’ll change in just one day?
We won’t, don’t fool yourselves
because we’ve played this all so couth,
we’ll someday have to face the fact…
we can’t handle the truth.
I go here, I go there
I can go anywhere
I talk to him, I talk to her
I am confident, that's for sure
I do this, I do that
I go where the adventure is at
I work hard, I work fast
I make big bucks, cold hard cash
I found someone, we settle down
We have some kids in a quiet town
We make some friends, we have good times
We have come to know life dahling as simply divine
The kids grow up then leave the home,
we find ourselves all alone
It's not like before, when in our youth
A little bit different, and done with more couth
One of us dies, who will be the first
No matter what, the others heart will burst
"I'll take it from here". we gently say
As we say goodbye at the end of that day.
Welcome to my poetic Burlesque
To read this poem you must first undress
If I were near, I must confess
I’d pay close attention, you might have guessed
I don’t wish to appear a bit too rude
But I wrote it, so you must read it, in the nude
Just loose your puritan attitude
A naked body is my libido’s food
There are only a couple of verses more
I hope you have removed all that you wore
I am sure your figure I would adore
Even if your caption would read, “Before”
You cannot read the final verse
Until your birthday suit you are in first
That modesty bubble you really must burst
Our fear of nudity is a horrible curse
Now take a picture to offer proof
You followed the rules – now tell the truth
Email it to me, I’ll treat it with couth
I hope to get a stack that reaches the roof
Intro
This year has ended
And found me deeper in debt
A couple more gray hairs
And a handful of regrets
It ended and it seemed
Just a little colder
And looking in the mirror
I look a tad bit older
That little ache I had
Has now become a pain
And resolutions made last year
I'll visit once again
Chorus
But I'm not worried
Because I'll start something new
Not living in the passed
And do what I must do
Looking only forward
Though coming from behind
Not thinking getting older
Just ageing like fine wine
instrumental
It ended and it seemed
Just a little colder
And looking in the mirror
I look a tad bit older
That little ach I had
Has now become a pain
And resolutions made last year
I'll visit once again
Chorus
But I'm not worried
Because I'll start something new
Not living in the passed
And do what I must do
Looking only forward
Though coming from behind
Not thinking getting older
Just ageing like fine wine
Life
I've studied all religions
From sea to shining sea
Look into intuition
And old philosophies
I've Always been A seeker
of what I thought was truth
I know you think with all those studies
Something would take root
Sitting 'round campfires
While reeding, I'm from Mars
Dreaming about my Venus
And commuting with stars
I have to admit my friends
Didn't think it 'Couth"
But That's how I spent my time
When I was a youth
Chorus
I spent my life meditating
Sitting lotus style and contemplating
And looking for the piece, this puzzle would fit
Always looking toward tomorrow, Before I lived my day in sorrow
Realizing ---Boy--
"This Is It"
As a destination
But recently did another
Calculation
The answer I have found is
"This is it"
But now I'm older and I see
What I've been seeking
is the inner me
And that I've been
here all along
Youth is Gone
By Franklin Price
3/30/2017
Youth is gone forever, and is never to return.
No matter how we wish it, a sorcerer's spell to yearn.
Sneaks up on us quite stealthily and quickly races by
With just the turning of a head and the blinking of an eye.
Although we wish for it again, forever it is gone
We are, what we lived life to be; a king or simple pawn.
The cards were dealt, the dice were tossed, the roulette wheel was spun.
We've walked the winding path of life, have, at times, both lost and won.
Were we good, or were we bad, did we help one another?
Did we raise a helping hand, to our sister and our brother?
Did we raise a family who respects their fellow man?
Can we look back proudly on our steps within the sand?
Even with some age on us, we have not reached the end.
We can still contribute to the world and to a friend.
It's not too late for us to change, if we're not who we like.
We can tell the bad in us to go and take a hike
Relight the light that lit your way from youth to age's hill
It may be a little tough, you can do it if you will.
Place your torch atop the hill, on the darkest sea to shine;
A guiding light for others who may follow in your line.
Although your youth is gone, and you're longer in the tooth,
Show you've learned diplomacy and a little bit of couth
Hug shoulders of both friend and foe and lend a helping hand
And the young and old together can help mend a broken land
One of my boyhood dreams was to become a successful functionary,
With an office with a view, a fine oak desk and a pretty secretary!
To wear a suit and tie (to me) would be the pinnacle of success.
I was sick of wearin' brogans and overalls - I'd settle for nothin' less!
I suppose to a certain degree my youthful dreams came true.
For thirty years I wore a tie with the Air Force suit of blue.
Anon, the wearin' of a suit and tie had lost much of its appeal.
My discomfiture at wearin' a stranglin' tie became hard to conceal!
My spouse attributes my disdain for suits and ties as a lack of cultivation.
To not wear a suit and tie to church she considers an abomination!
I'll deign to wear such garb for a weddin' or funeral to be a tad more couth,
But I suffer thro' each excruciatin' minute of the ordeal to tell the truth!
Here in the wild west, a well-dressed dude wears scruffy boots and jeans.
Shucks, the feller could be a prosperous rancher and a man of means!
I'm in heavenly bliss wearin' my jeans sans a constrictin' suit and tie.
I feel as free as a golden eagle soarin' in the pristine Colorado sky!
I reckon that when I cease to function and bid my friends adieu,
That they'll insist on displayin' my mortal shell for everyone to view.
But if they dress me out in a daggone suit and especially a throttlin' tie,
There ain't no delicate way to express it - I'll just up and die!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary what did I hear
Your emails were given without any care
The powers that be have relented this truth
To empower your foes with the absence of couth
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary what did you say
More "glittering generalities" one could absorb in a day
Just listening and knowing that the general facts
Have no fidelity or sincerity when down to brass tacks
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary your words should take heed
Perverting their meaning by twisting their deed
To make claims of human kindness with your heart fully filled
With the ice of deceit and a soul that is nil
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary you seem larger than life
But the facts of the matter are way more than rife
Your little mind, soul and heart is piteous at best
To think you can fool all of us is one naive, shortsighted and ill-advised test!
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary you're like a chick out of its nest
Your posture cannot cure, nor your clothes deceive the best
Of the denizens of state that require you to be strong
When deep down inside you indistinctly don't belong.
Close up, on the smooth couth
meretricious pod, vibrantly
violating my optics violently,
even through the microscope.
Its swarthy stare is maliciously
resplendent and evoked from
parsimony.
Nature's beauty is suicidal.
pulchritude through lens,
but a spike to the neck.
Even in risk, identified ignorance is ignored.
veracity is a voodoo doll,
if you toss it out it re-emerges like
a comet
relentlessly.
the microscope aggrandize on its perilous magnificent shock.
like an arboreal boat it is shielded but
pops in agitation, adjudicating what
personality to adorn.
It feels like a placid charade,
for toxicity comes with respect
and beliefs, adherence.
just like a horse belch loyalty
and a den of destruction
her seeds swell calmly in hot dosage bean.
opulently lethal.
I see her dancing high on the bed of pleasure
through the microscope, with feets enveloped in predicament and her lips covered in crimson ichor.
A queen, so clean, a routine as green.
I grew up in the deep South.
It didn't matter the color of your skin
No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth.
We were friends! We stuck up for one
Another, went places together and we
Had couth.
Heck, going fishing everyone was in.
I grew up in the deep South
This is the truth
On Sundays we all went to the same church
For we all had sin.
No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth.
We all enjoyed our youth
It was like we all were kin.
I grew up in the deep South
If some one was having trouble living
Hand to mouth
We all gave food or whatever from our hearts
We were genuine.
No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth.
You got this straight from the horse's mouth
We were in this together through thick and
Thin.
I grew up in the deep South
No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth.
Some say
they were pure white trash
and the rich took a glancing pass
as we walked the streets bared a....
But not one of us really cared
ignoring their well to do stares.
As kids, we all laughed and danced
annoying the better dismay glance.
Mama took us by the hand
and the teens acted as if they were part of a grunge band
and such disarray kept us always on display
as we happily danced away.
Some watcher bees said we must live in forest trees
having no iota of couth when we sneezed
but still, we were happily unawares and that's the truth
pure white trash never needed things for worth's proof.