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Riding Water Rapids
New York State Adirondack Mountains
Beauty and Charm
Lakes, Rivers and Waterfalls
Observing Water Rapids Saulteaux
The thought of challenging Fear
Conquering the Water Rapids in preserver
Courage through assurance
Faith enriching endurance
Canoe and venture
Close to nature
As I pulled the canoe from the pier
Determined to fulfill
My mind on God’s will
I had to do this
Hit or miss
The canoe drifted into smooth then rough waters
It was hitting against rocks below
I had worry within
That was my scare then
Adventurous on every sense of the word
Determination with a promise
No defeat until Victory
Achieved and Accomplished
Rode the Water Rapids
Confident and Brave
Success being a story
A behold
Rapidity
Written: November 07, 2023
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Am I condoning a state of affluence?
In recent desultory decadence
Have I drawn a swan dive of choice?
Don't you hear your mom clamoring?
Don't you grasp her voice?
Backward between and beyond riverstone?
Holler—herald hidden phylum, hunt voice
of failed fulfillments
The hind hock hoof is hermitic.
With any accismus to anthropomorphize beasts
Winter wolf moon wakes up her litter
for sustenance, the man in me would slaughter
the wolf.
Tracks—that permeate darkness
their compulsory murder. Everyone needs
a meal
drifted and whistled from hair to heel,
things outside seem odd, ghostly, surreal.
Amid snow—hooves slowed to soak in
across the waves—why my soul seeped
a sailor has been seen dozing off
whilst the riverside weeps
trust—my footprints feature
fear—cynicism.
Ancient horoscopes
twelve constellations arrayed
a circle of fate-
read as the constellations
behind sun on your birthday
But the Earth titled
its axis drifted through ages
wobbling through the years-
one degree in seventy
it seemed insignificant
A hundred years pass
the stars slide out single days
just out of the frame-
the chart remains accurate
yet the heavens advancing
After 300 year pass
for some their sign is now wrong
spring appears in fall
what was once read as Aries
is now Pisces behind sun
The lesson is clear
zodiacs freeze time in place
but the stars move on
prophecies lose their anchor
when the sky forgets its map
In your head to pass this time
Attributing the former to your lies
Remember our cycle. Oh! how we belonged
We herded great minds and looseth the wronged
This is your part in our shattered glass
Although we fenced these strong beliefs
It is insatiable lust we reprieved
just short a miracle in humming this chord
Their weaknesses sort was time reborn
This is my part in our shattered glass
Endless love stories with novelty rhymes
a mist of colours, distractions and lies
Lighter pages, suspense or crime?
Mirrors and doors, our refraction in time
This is my part in our shattered glass
Just as we lost faith, we tore apart these walls
thus we drifted and sailed to our downfall
Last I heard of thee, it was late in the fall
In love and in lust, at her new masters beck-and-call
This is our sorrow in my shattered glass
FADING FAME
A gaze fixed, on a sinking sun,
A breeze so chill, soothed my back,
Another dead day, still hoping,
Maybe the next, they will notice,
A dancing flame, still burns,
A dying fame, everything but fun,
Kicked a stone, sat on a rock,
Felt so lone, once I did rock,
Felt numb, sad, no, just dumb,
A lazy stroll, lead me to tomb’s,
They still like me, means free booze,
But the loud music, did little to soothe,
Recent blows, to my weeping heart,
A bottle on my hand, luck jumped off the other,
Despair in my mind, I seeped in the dark,
Staggers, curses, I felt my world reel,
Tripping, rolling, felt like I was in a wheel,
Then a sudden stop,
Felt my eyes close, slowly I drifted,
Sure on the next, the will notice.
For five frigid days, strife raged upon the battlefield.
Men bravely struggled, yet neither side would yield.
By the flash of cannon fire they became stark silhouettes,
As they stormed from the trenches with slashing bayonets!
From dusk to dreary dawn there was no respite.
Peace it seemed would forever elude that ravaged site.
Tonight men recalled the birth of the Prince of Peace.
They yearned to set aside their arms and see the battle cease.
But on this Yule Eve an eerie silence crept o'er the field,
And suddenly from above, a brilliant star was revealed!
As thoughts of Christmases past added to their despair,
The dulcet voice of a lone soldier wafted through the air.
Tho' the words were alien to the Yanks, it was a familiar refrain.
'Twas "Stille Nacht" that drifted across that desolate plain.
In their native tongues, foes joined in that ancient carol,
Setting aside all enmity, forgetting for a time all peril.
For a brief moment, foes embraced in brotherhood.
"Peace on earth, good will to men," they understood.
But on the 'morrow cannon would again begin to roar,
As weary men again took up the terrible weapons of war.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I've had love affairs throughout my years
so many I can't count beyond the parting tears.
Not many in my youthful primal fears
but as I grew they did rise amidst my heart's cheers.
Not just chemistry or physical infatuation
they drifted in my dreams without hesitation;
each set my body afire in self cremation.
Double 007, my James Bond dreamers
drew out my breath in blinding steamers
where I hardly paused for slow heart beaters.
In reality, I blush, the truth be said
only one lover was ever taken to my bed
and in the arms of the intense embrace
I won the love afffair's best race.
Should now I catch the mirrors reflection
the face I see upon inspection
is yours standing next to me
the continued love affair at seventy three.
We really thought this was virgin soil
When we sailed upon this land so vast
As we drifted into a secluded cove
Thought we'd stumbled upon the past
Natives sure looked very much like us
But they wore the skimpiest clothes
With only one or two piece coverings
Not a bad looking group by jove
We motioned to them in sign language
We're friendly and we've come in peace
But much to our utter astonishment
They spoke our language with ease
Seems we had stumbled on a sandy beach
On the southwest coast of the state
These natives were actually vacationers
They thought our sailing ship was great
It was really all quite embarrassing
We played dumb and pretended we knew
Said it was our lame attempt at humour
As we thanked them and bid them adieu
So we all got back in our sailing ship
And waved them a fond farewell
We'll never forget our trip to the past
It's a tale for our grandkids to tell
Sunlight surfaced at the breach of dawn
It climbed salty rungs to emerge from the sea
When fully risen, what had been spawned?
A molten fireball cast from the dragon's breath,
a firey yawn exhaled in languorous flight
searing tangerine flames across the horizon
Daylight drifted over waking valleys and hills
in dappled luminance of shimmering gold
It danced in pirouettes upon my window sill
and chased shadows from my bedroom wall
until it tumbled on the bed where my love slept
He stirred, I smiled and then wept with emotion
at the passion glimmering in drowsy jade eyes
With each rise and fall of his muscular chest
the heated flush of desire within me burned
Sinewy arms reached out for me...
"Come back to bed," whispered from his lips
and my gown lay puddled upon the floor
I'd had enough of watching sunlight's strolling
for it had stolen too many moments next to him
My toes were cold from morning's chill
but it was not from Winter weather that I quivered
It was time to savor the sweet warmth of love
from his fingertip tracings upon my skin
Crystalline flakes of the snow drifted down,
Created blankets of whiteness that gleam,
Hastily covered old time-weathered earth…
Beautiful vision, so peaceful and clean.
Treetops all glisten with glow from the light
Of lampposts and moonbeams spread over town…
Snow mounds of fluff adorn bushes and plants…
Hillsides flow down like a white satin gown.
Lights draped around windows twinkle like stars
While indoors reflect the bejeweled trees,
Green wreaths and red bows adorn every door…
The splendor of Christmas…a soft, gentle breeze
That whispers it’s magic of love and peace
And goodwill to those who honor this night
Of a blessed Christmas, aglow with joy…
In the wonder of winter’s snowy delight.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Snow
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 11/20/2015