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Written January 17, 2011
Sit down in an empty room
No one makes a sound
Unless I ring the alarm and sound all the sirens
The angel of darkness swoons to reel in its catch
If he leads, then I'll follow suit
Preacher preach to me now, while I'm being lifted off of the ground
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
So pull me back before he reels me in with steady hands and fills my mind with lead
I'll leave my best regards to all of those who tried to snap his line in attempts to reel me back
But friends are only friends
You can throw me in an ambulance but as soon as you close the doors
I'll be gone into the weight of my regrets
Following the angel of death into the darkest depths
Until I see the light of all that's left
But at what point do I cross the line in the sand?
How do I know that this could just be the roll of the tide whispering in my ear?
Oh how it digs into my mind
Torn between which side of brightness I will find
Split between the bony hand of disconnect and the flabby flesh of past regret
There I remain waiting for a miracle, looking for a sign
Or am I too far for miracles, am I too blind for signs?
Oh have I let the artist down?
It only takes a minute
For everything to change.
No matter how you spin it,
Life is often very strange.
One minute you are feeling well,
The next one you are sick.
You can’t predict, for who can tell
What makes a body tick?
One minute you are home and fine,
The next in the E.R.
So quickly do you cross the line,
It almost seems bizarre.
On minute you’re alive and sharp,
The next one you are dead
And brandishing a little harp,
A halo at your head.
I don’t believe in angels, though,
But I sure understand
That one minute is enough to know
That things don’t go as planned.
It only takes a minute
For your dreams to go awry;
And no matter how you skin it,
You can kiss those hopes goodbye.
Two dragonflies and two huffle-winks lined up to compete in a race
Lady dragon was the adjudicator, a ring of flames encircled her face
Haughty huffle-winks were egotists and didn’t listen to her rules
declaring, ‘Your rules are really silly. They only apply to stupid fools
We'll beat those flitting dragonflies and be first to cross the line
then claim the prize of sozzle beer that tastes scrumptiously divine’
Lady dragon fired the starting gun in the air, and the race had begun
Both dragonflies and huffle-winks were off towards the setting sun
The huffle-winks dashed to the sky and took the lead at great speed
saying ‘We're bound to be the winners’. Winking, they both agreed
But the dragonflies had heard all the rules and were not in such a hurry
They saw the huffle-winks zoom away, and it gave no cause for worry
The huffle-winks crossed the finish line first at such a blistering pace
then fluttered down to the ground, a cocksure grin upon each face
Huffle-winks' friends were waiting, but not with whoop and cheer
Two horrified huffle-winks learned they’d not won the sozzle beer!
If only they had intently listened to the last rule on Lady Dragon's list
"Winners are last over the line," their undies wouldn't be in a twist
Happy dragonflies crossed the finish line, wings still filled with power
They'd flown leisurely, and the huffle-winks had been back for an hour!
Poor huffle-winks were dibblestruck not to receive the sozzle beer prize
but the dragonflies shared it with everyone; the keg was an enormous size
Old Lady dragon used her fiery flames and created a bright golden light
and enough sozzle beer to last past midnight... to everyone’s delight!
"So the moral of this fantasy tale is to take everything at a steady pace
remembering that the first across the line doesn’t always win the race!"
Entered into Fabled Musings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Dragon dragonflies and huffle-winks Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
5/12/18
I don't know what it is when I meet someone I like, instantly
I think we were meant to be
I can feel it but the whole time I feel what he feels and it gets deep that we both need to heal.
In due time we'll cross the line and spiral back around; maybe in another lifetime, you'll sooner or later be mine
In my mind our hearts beat closer but our minds go astray
Knowing that one day our love may finally come back together and stay
Now I don't know if we'll ever be on the same accord
Things are expensive to afford the feeling I have for him or maybe I'm just bored
I know that in this lifetime I met someone that only ignored
My time and effort, my body and mind he has explored
Only to find out that within this timeline, that wasn't enough to show him vulnerability but I saw it
In a glimpse, in a moment, we both shared the same pain
The connection was not in vain but was explained through the window pains of the soul
Our eyes locked, curtains of water filled as we turn away being stubborn to the fact that we both felt the same way
I don't know why we play these games that we play
Our timeline will cross again, maybe not, maybe another lifetime, who knows, but one thing I do know is that we've both been hurt and I hope he gets what can reassure and heal, as do I, but until I'll find a way to deal.
I've traversed Kansas more times than I care to remember,
In the searin' heat of August and the chilly cold of December.
I suppose the Kansas Tourism folks would disagree with me,
But bless my soul - there just ain't all that much to see!
The roads stretch interminably - towns are few and far between.
To stay alert I slurp numerous cups of rancid, vile caffeine.
There ain't nothin' but nothin' along the monotonous route.
Will this agony ever end? The pointless question is moot!
Crestin' a rare hill and stretchin' ahead arrow straight,
Are endless miles and miles of shimmerin' interstate.
I even welcome my spouse's idle prattle to keep me alert,
As eighteen-wheelers and the road crews I try to avert!
There's lots of sunflowers but a definite paucity of trees.
Praise be for air conditionin' - outside 'tis ninety-nine degrees!
I do spot some cows, goats, sheep and Poland China hogs,
And a sign touts a place to see rattlesnakes and prairie dogs!
We whiz past places like Russell, WaKeeney and Kanorado.
At last we cross the line to my colorful state of Colorado!
I'm sure Kansas ain't all desolation - that I would not imply,
But next time we have occasion to head east, I think we'll fly!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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There are bushel baskets everywhere.
Trying to hide what we should share.
All we could do if we would dare… So just
Look inside, don’t try to hide
Step up… Step out… Cross the line.
There’s a part of each human heart
That’s linked to something divine
And longs to shine.
Don’t pull the curtains ‘cross your mind.
Fool yourself in thinking you are blind.
You never know what you may find…. If you
Look inside, don’t try to hide
Step up… Step out… Cross the line.
There’s a part of each human heart
That’s linked to something divine
And longs to shine.
It only takes a little spark
To set a blaze inside a heart.
Perhaps it’s time to make a start… So just
Look inside, don’t try to hide
Step up… Step out… Cross the line.
There’s a part of each human heart
That’s linked to something divine
And longs to shine.
Don’t fear the shadows or the shade.
Come the dawn they’re only going to fade.
Then we will see what we have made… When we
Look inside, don’t try to hide
Step up… Step out… Cross the line.
There’s a part of each human heart
That’s linked to something divine
And longs to shine.
We’re called to be a light.
A candle burning bright
Or stars out in the night
So shine with all your might!
Parallel lines never cross, they usually meet after dark; parallel lines never intersect because they have similar depth, parallel lines coordinate for they have indefinite slope and they usually meet at the gates.
Take me to Florida keys and let me show you something that you cannot see; the ocean is flowing ahead of time and it is moving along two parallel lines, but if you look close enough , you will see something that your eyes refuse to trust, there is a third line that crosses two parallel lines, and create the divine.
The climate is changing and many hearts are breaking, there is not much luster left in the sun and the age of compromise is over and done, and nature is on the run. It will take you to places where you have never been, and it will expose your youthful sins. Parallel lines are moving with time, so change your dirty shoes before you attempt to cross the line.
Take a look at the blatant skies and examine the truth before you die, it is written on every page, and it will expose your biological age. It tells the truth about your youth, your real mother’s name, your father’s name, your sisters and brothers, your grandmother and your grandfathers. The parallel lines tell it all.
I woke up this morning before daybreak, and I felt a strong energy all over the place; the moon is still in its orbit, and the cloud was in line with two parallel lines. Where they were going, I just don’t know but it was a beauty to look at the show. I trust what I see and sometimes I trust what I cannot see. It is that brief moment that you spend when the lion escapes out of the den, raging through the forest searching for a prey but the parallel line was running the other way.
There is a message waiting for you with a mandate of what to do; the terminals are not clear, and the cars are parking too near. Open the space a little more so that moon gravity can expand on the floor, it is more than sixteen percent of the earth’s gravity or one sixth percent of the earths weight. Don’t procrastinate; be there before it is too late.
When two parallel lines meet, they will rapture your heartbeat, they have so much in common and they will surely give you a helping hand if you cross the land. When two parallel lines meet your trouble will cease.
I’m un-fouling my anchor chain
In this seedy seaport bar.
Bid farewell to the tavern rats
Who’ll stay rooted where they are.
Pull the cork. Tip the bottle back.
Take a long soul-warming sip.
Feel that heady brew trickle down,
Braced and cocked to board my ship.
Cobblestones on a dirty street
Glisten darkly in the rain.
Find my way to the waterfront
Down a twisting gas-lit lane.
Mooring lines, like a spider’s web,
Bind my schooner to the pier.
Cast them off with the morning tide,
Underway without a tear.
Ride the swells of the raging sea
Through Poseidon’s fickle realm.
Dream of women I’ve likewise tamed
With my hands upon the helm.
Cross the line sailing far beyond
The landsman’s narrow world.
Navigating an open course
With a pirate’s flag unfurled.
And there’s poison in my blood,
Poison thick as delta mud.
Yes, there’s poison in my blood,
But I’m alright.
I’ve looted Treasure Island
With the young John Silver.
Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of night.
At the dead-end street or cul-de-sac stands a tall silver lamp pole,
And a portable basketball hoop. I wish I could say there lives not a single soul.
What if the lamp pole sat on a game board on City property?
As fast as this little town is growing, we could play a game of monopoly.
A railroad track there was once, now a highway, and businesses
within a four-block radius causing dizziness.
Traffic so fast, there are a lot of accidents. If you cross the line,
watch where you turn, it’s your fault if you have the stop sign.
Ambulance wails and police sirens sound that drown
Your thoughts, almost all day long around town.
If you stand by the lamp pole, you’ll see them, go by.
You look up at the sky and pray; please don’t let them die.
I am only three houses down from that lamp pole
and highway when I take my dog out for a stroll.
11/9/2023
Words don't cause hurt. Words have no true power.
Words can cause you to feel defeated but only if you allow it.
Call me every possible foul name that might come to your mind.
Insult the loss of a dear, departed loved one of mine'
Use your words to reflect and express all that you consider unkind.
It may work with others, but I pay it no mind.
Besides,
When ever anyone is rude to me, nasty with me, treating me unpleasantly,
or when addressing me feel the compultion to scream and shout,
I never take it personally and I mean that most sincerely.
I always give all of them the benefit of doubt.
No one consciously would treat me so miserably intentionally
so I give them all the benefit of doubt
that there's probably something going on
in their life that's gone wrong.
Something that I'll never ever know about.
Perhaps they're suffering the loss of a loved one or friend.
Perhaps a serious relationship has come to an end.
Maybe they're just having the worst day that they have ever known.
Maybe I just happened to be there when their fuse got blown,
or maybe they are just plain miserable and always will be.
You know what they say, Misery Loves Company.
Maybe they unconsciously want to make everyone as miserable as they.
I can allow that to happen or I can say No Way.
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There's always a reason why others do the things that they do
and there's no point in wasting energy trying to figure it all out.
and so for me I choose the path of least resistance,
I Give Everyone The Benefit Of Doubt.
...unless they truly cross the line. Then I Punch Their Lights Out.