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Now for some good news,
that we might have missed.
It ain't no riot or pandemic,
so maybe didn't make your list.
For the first time in history,
a commercial craft flew to space.
Bringing humanity back,
into the great race.
Though still bogged down,
with government oversight.
Cause we all know 'Red Tape,'
can be such a delight.
We will see 'Hitch a ride,'
programs where we can buy,
a ticket for luxury cruises,
to take us out past the sky.
To hotels and eateries,
up there on the moon,
and apartment complexes,
that'll be coming soon.
An outer space vacation,
package up in the stars.
I'll think I'll wait and,
take mine on Mars.
Just think of the significance,
of this historic day.
When to all of our grand-kids,
we can proudly say.
I remember on just one planet,
we lived out our life.
It was so filled with hate,
war, hunger and strife.
But we overcame those problems,
back when we learned,
that if we only give love,
we'll only get love in return.
written on May 21st 2020
We've dined in exclusive eateries as 'round this globe we did roam,
In London, Casablanca, Athens and the lovely city of Rome.
Devouring chateaubriand, nasi goreng, caviar and even eel,
But there's nothing more delectable than a good home-cooked meal!
I have a lovely spouse who is the most talented of cooks.
Our library shelves are sagging with culinary books.
I have no idea if she ever refers to them or not,
But there's always something savory simmering in the pot!
Liver and onions is one of my very favorite treats.
Abhored by my wife, she considers it the most formidable of feats,
As she holds her nose and bravely cooks up an aromatic batch,
Taking numerous breaks for her stifled breath to catch!
Mashed taters, peas, and a roast of pork is another choice repast.
Salivating as upon that delicious feast my hungry eyes are cast!
Another rare delicacy that makes my old taste buds tingle:
Chipped beef gravy on biscuits (known in the service as stuff on a shingle!)
Spaghetti, chicken and dumplings, beef and vegetable stew,
Spicy chili, cornbread and beans and gallons of iced tea too!
But nothing tops off a meal and makes these old eyes gleam,
Like a huge slab of cherry pie with scoops of vanilla ice cream!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Cool breeze
Bird soliloquy;
Dawn sparkles
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City fringe
After hours glee;
Beer-guzzling romp
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Roadside mishap
Curious onlookers;
Help arrives
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New moon
Silvery tints;
Dazzling allure
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Strange forest silhouette
Darkness blankets;
Firefly route
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Soft rain falling
Sing-song streams;
Afternoon siesta
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Joy wears a face
Beauty adorns;
Truth reveals
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Playground noise
Small people cluster;
Laughter frolics
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Newspaper vendor
Street side kiosk;
Dreary news sells
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Food centre queue
Meal time crowds;
Happy salvation
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Neighbour's toy dog
Barking madly;
Nobody's home
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Public holiday
Casual dining;
Crowed eateries
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Leon Enriquez
02 April 2017
Singapore
When the droplets of rain revive
the hardened soil of thirsty April,
we will spend a holiday like that never was.
Perhaps our backs will be titillated by
white sands, crystal clear,
found by the coastal water villas
of the beautiful Maldives.
We will feel it then, coupled with the scent
of a turquoise sea.
Or, beside the rocky islands of Langkawi,
we will rest our soft feet, wet
among the foamy waves of the Andaman Sea.
I know you cannot bear the stench
of beer, but...
we can explore things unknown;
taste the pungent texture of South Asian Carlsberg.
For I heard there is something sweet
in the experience of viewing the sunset—
the crimson fading into the waves,
where vision blurs before the eyes
with tipsy jubilance.
A soft tastebud hankering for fresh barbecue,
or savouring the salt-laden air;
pleasures of a foreign soil,
fused with a native love enkindled.
And when darkness perches upon the coastal hue,
and twilight filters the harsh beauty of Chenang,
the sun will dim away,
but love will grow stronger—
for the light of love is ever-present.
Then we might drift into the lusciousness
of nature, or let our minds wander...
through the city lights,
through the warmth of brightly lit eateries.
Peace and joy—and yes, you heard it right—
peace and joy...
cradled in vibrant love.
I've traveled from the farm in Indiana, the place of my humble birth,
To places I never dreamed of seeing all around this earth!
On ships, trains and airplanes visiting fascinating ports of call,
And dining in hoity-toity eateries, more than I can ever recall!
I've dined on such exotic dishes as Beef Eterhazy and Athenian Moussaka,
Nasi Goreng, Halibut Cheeks, Paht Thai and Linguine Bugatta;
Linguine Primavera, Mahi Mahi, Lobster Thermidor and Cordon Blue,
Canard a L'Orange, Chateaubriand and savory Fillet of Wahoo!
I enjoyed those epicurean delights, but they'll never compare,
To the simple, wholesome dining on good old country fare!
I salivate thinking about a heaping plate of cornbread and beans,
With a salad on the side of fresh garden picked lettuce greens!
I drool just thinking about a hearty meal of meat and taters,
With stuff fresh from the garden like sweet peas and 'maters,
Home-made oven baked biscuits and heaps of fried chicken.
Ah, the very thought makes my old ticker begin to quicken!
Just to contemplate a repast of Bermuda onions and fried liver,
Gets my mouth watering and sets my old bones aquiver!
May you enjoy your Pate de Fois Gras at the country club;
I'll settle anytime for good old nourishing country grub!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Ill-logical..? Philosophy.' Devious topoggraphy..Asset flow
Incorperated to bringl a stagnant; septic situation.' In the
1970's a $ 10,000 cash limit was the goal, we were led to
Beleive.' Not then in force..Yet a desireable goal.? It would
Deter crime, we would be cleaner, sorta body and soul.' I
Compose these lines now decades later.' And observe its
Still 'the goal?' This inflation wise..Is not in sync.! Rather it
Is a retrograde rule, Cipher unspoken.' Co-hession breaker.'
If it were a valid, ammount to use within economys, the
Level should be £40,000 in the most basic re-view.' So one
More weight among the many.' Like uncontrolled migrations.. Solar and wind schemes..Causing brown-outs
And breakdowns aplenty.' All out of position with the tech
Available 'why is the water engine' not in use this century?
There are factory farms.' Fake meat and milk..Much Chlorinated water.' And differing breifs, billions are spent on wars and causing crime.' Its a lucrative business.' Going
All the time.' Have you forgot that $10,000 dollar limit.? If
Not I ask why? Because the seed was in it.' Of the breaking
Of order, of greasy street food tuk tuks.' Where once clean
Eateries and good corner stores, dive into your memories
Its what they are for.' I think a backlash is now waiting to
Happen.? ( yet I also consider it has been planned?) Looking at all that has happened.' The British economy
Almost destroyed by 'mr carney..A crony of scoros of schwab and bush..And their small positioned army.' I beleive 'open conversation is good for the soul?' Lets get
Into freedom of speech.' The seed of making things more
Whole.' Who are the minions?? Who run the confrences and
Bake the bread service, supply all the needs.' Where is said
The most unworkable agendas ever known unto man that
Place ' davos in white switzerland..' A non eu..Non migraton
Land.' Are all in that country as grubby as the few? I find it
Hard on my mind.' Surely there must be one??:or two.?? Well just say there are 'ten thousand?' Who could sing a
Different song.' I beleive they could alter a world for the
Better.' As others join with their growing throng.'
As the story goes
The stomach of hunger wants a feed
It was a cross country Hound bus journey
The Greyhound bus gateway a vacation entry way
Through the scenery of highways and mountains
It was a stop at the EVERTON DINER in Everton, Wyoming
A lunch stop our Greyhound bus made
Upon entering nothing but a small town
You didn’t see any town’s people walking around
The owner of the Diner stated that he had limited Food as many Greyhound buses that made stops cleaned him out
I was hungry
The owner only had one hamburger left and nothing else
Fortunately, I got the only hamburger
However, there were flies all around, and the owner kept squatting flies with his squatter
The Owner was turning me off in getting the burger but I had to eat
Our Greyhound Bus Motor Coach Engineer announced as we should eat now as there will be a clean stretch with nothing for miles until we reach Salt Lake City, Utah
The driver was right all highway and mountains with no rest stops nor any eateries
Open road stretch
We arrived into SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH that night
Everton Diner I will never forget
Just wished he had food of variety is my only regret
That diner was a Greyhound bus oasis
My final destination was Los Angeles, Ca
Everton Diner forever remembered.
The road to the beach began with the highway
To an exit with a number on a map
That seemed to go on and on
Grey concrete with a faded yellow line
Through a small town dotted with shops
And eateries that beckon you to stop
Tantalizing scents drifting in and out
Now fading as the salt air defeats it
Down a narrow road with no curbs
Amorphous traces of sand confirm what is near
Briny breezes now engulfing
To a clearing that seamlessly appears
Sun bleached clapboard houses rise up
Inviting porches smile as you pass
The ocean wraps its vastness around you
And whispers, welcome back old friend
My most favorite vacation ever was in Taiwan,
That was in October 2019, not in year 1991.
I’d humorous experience with my four friends,
On arrival day and travelling by bus and train.
The moment we arrived at the City of Taipei,
We searched for our inn, booked without agency.
Using apple apps or phone search-up alone,
Put us at whole-day maze in the eyes of the moon.
Our landlord was in a remote contact with us, lodgers,
So we relied on search apps and skeptical strangers.
It was dinner time when we found our door key,
Still, got lost…reaching the rooftop— that's insanity!
We’ve finally found our small room for five,
But no good eateries located down the drives.
Eating instant noodles midst exhaustion couldn’t suffice,
Cheaper inn was never a joke, got our packs of full prize.
Arrival’s fate was compensated the next days,
When magnificent sceneries were on our way.
I’ve seen the grandeur of Chiang Kai Shek’s Memorial Hall,
Elephant Mountain, palaces, gardens, hot springs and falls.
My most memorable vacation was in Taiwan
That was in October 2019, not in year 1991.
I’ve seen all marvelous places with my dear friends,
Their great company and our arrival funniest experience.
Jan. 23,2022 11.08 am
Vacation in Taiwan’s true story: October 16-19,2019
(No more tours followed ‘coz of covid)
PARK AVENUE
I came across Park Avenue in Winter Park, Florida
many years ago, where I flew for my work to examine
a company for following its claims handling process,
procedures and the insurance laws and regulations.
While having lunch near the office, seated outside
in one of the pricey eateries, we noticed this is a
place of great affluence, for the ones with money.
Probably from the north to the south of the Avenue.
We noticed mothers dressed in designers clothes,
carrying designer handbags, strolling their infants
in expensive strollers while going in and out of
high-end boutiques, looking, browsing or buying.
We saw middle-aged women dressed elegantly,
bejeweled with their big designer sunglasses
having sumptuous lunch with their friends in
luxurious cafes, showing off their jewelries.
We decided to roam the Avenue from north to
south one day after work to check it out, go to
the Museum opened in the evening that day,
dine and see a belly dance in a fancy restaurant.
We saw trust fund babies having happy hour,
hanging out or checking out posh boutiques.
Well-dressed men having business meetings
in ritzy restaurants, having cocktails or dinner.
Women wearing couture dresses, attires or
suits admiring the exhibits in the museum.
Well-off families or affluent couples dining and
watching the belly dancer, where we had dinner.
If I want to live in fantasy, this is the place to be.
If I want to forget all my troubles, forget all my
cares, I will imagine this place, a place where
you do not see poverty, homeless, destitute.
Life can be a beach or a beef and when something
turns a little bit beefy, this avenue is the place to
think about for life is pretty beachy in this avenue.
Imagining myself doing what ritzy people love to do.
9/9/21 The Avenue Poetry
Julia Ward