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You should feel ashamed.
What are you an idiot?
The woman is standing there with a baby crying in her arms.
The train is starting and stopping, rapid, erratic, uncaring.
Get the hell up and give this woman your seat!
God, you'd think that Tufts education would give you even a shred of common sense.
Unbelievable.
You should feel ashamed.
He is your blood.
You don't turn your back on him.
No matter what he says to you, take it lying down.
Like a doormat with too many footprints,
he'd stomp you into the ground so flat you'd barely qualify as human.
Disgusting.
You should feel ashamed.
I am your elder and caretaker.
How DARE you be fresh with me!
(Smack!!)
There, now your shame is made manifest
in a handprint across your cheek.
Do not misbehave.
Deviant.
You should feel ashamed.
A sinful heartless monster.
She was just a little girl . (i was just a little boy)
All for gratification.
God you make me sick.
Perverted.
YOU SHOULD FEEL ASHAMED, BIG TIME
THE VILE HORRIFIC THOUGHTS IN YOUR MIND
I MADE YOU IN MY IMAGE
GO AND TELL THE PEOPLE
GO AND BURN DOWN THE CITIES
GO RAPE AND PILLAGE THE INNOCENT
THIS IS WHO YOU ARE
BECAUSE THIS IS WHO I SAY YOU ARE
IF YOU QUESTION ME EVEN FOR A SECOND
I SWEAR ON MY LIFE GOD WILL STRIKE YOU BLIND
A SINFUL HEARTLESS MONSTER
I MADE YOU IN MY IMAGE
DEATHWORSHIPPER
(ok ok i get it.
but i don't think i should feel ashamed.
because shame is misdirected anger,
and anger is another name for fear,
none of which are even remotely loving)
(so i'll tell you what we're gonna do...
you can all feel ashamed on my behalf.
you carry the overwhelming guilt, the recorded evidence...
i am a sinful heartless monster)
(just keep repeating that to yourselves over and over again,
and leave me the hell alone.
i'll be outside on a long overdue leisurely stroll.
believe me, i could use a breath of fresh air)
subtitled: The Bolder Boys (rivals of The Golden Girls)
written for a word bank contest - twenty really weird ones
Two graying seniors with appalling chimera
bantering back and forth - mental meandering.
Be it mirage or dreams from another era -
they diminish the other's philandering.
Fanfaronade - from high school boys I would expect
now it re-appears in quite perceptible measures
from our retired magistrate whom I quite suspect
of erroneous accounts of addled pleasures.
While his cohort, an erratic ex-engineer
relates with brazen gibberish his tete a tetes.
At one time more clear and swift of eye and ear,
on blogs they ordain to publish communiqués.
I have found no diffidence which they jeopardize
making harmless though delectable advances,
Noted but honest attempts to digitize
their forte, their skill in dubious romances.
I offered an honorarium of great size
for the first one who would divest his florid page
of any contentious items - to sanitize. .
Gaga girlfriends grin and gush. They're cute at this age.
September 18, 2021
It began as an unknown disturbance, as
Confusion to chaos denied any remedy.
Yet answers must find a way forward,
Giving solace to a captive referee.
Since emerging and becoming noteworthy,
Any prediction fades to shadows overnight.
And whether hidden or simply erratic, its
Very nature demands restoring the limelight.
Can ignorance be the fuel of this torment,
Causing pain to put forth and lash out?
Or has a fantasy been sorely interrupted,
Leaving solitude with a weapon to shout?
What's known is that misery often enjoys some
Company, looking to find a kindred soul.
And its search may recall some false notions,
Where reality forces truth to take its role.
Ragged
Ragged heartbeats,
Shut in
But not
Shut out,
Tattered heartbreak,
Tragedy
Flung
From high towers
Swooping down in towering tornados
Descending
Ascending from foul marshes
Quick sand
Stalking careless footsteps -
Stealthy quagmires – fetid slime -
Like a shredded storm -
Lurk by the doorstep
Round the corner
Up the highway
On the highroad
Near the low road
Alone
But not lonely
Colleagues of long ago,
Companions on the quests,
Coax my muse to contemplation
Far from the scheduled, frantic crowd,
Erratic cacophony
Blowing horns, sirens,
Lonely whistles of nighttime trains
In frayed harmonies
Wooing scruffy inner child
Emerge
Play again;
Bundled up against the frozen banshee’s breath,
Sitting in the lap of time -
Lost and unrestrained
In candied dawns and lavender midnights,
Ignoring the scream of seconds to pay attention
Startled by life peeping in through rosettes –
Intruder with vacant eyes -
Calling dance with the dance macabre
To the dirge of who knows when shutters close;
Turned out
Not turned away
Turning ‘round -
Grabbing the hand of verse – friend called lyric -
To the sound of remembered carousels enchantment;
Freeing elfin earthbound energy;
Essence escaping boundaries at a welcoming hearth,
Exploding
From isolation’s shabby womb.
10-5-21
Contest: “R”
Sponsor: Constance La France
A lot of fancy gizmos befuddle me in this technological age,
Where perplexing computers, texting and twittering are all the rage!
I can empathize with the feller who renounced horse and buggy days,
To subdue the baffling horseless carriage that became all the craze!
Clyde Schlunk reluctantly retired his faithful horse and buggy wheels.
He was the first in town to own one of those new fangled automobiles!
'Twas simple to harness a horse, feed him oats and shoe him all those years.
Now he must master complex clutches, cranks and shifting gears!
'Twas hard to break years of habits spent driving a buggy and horse.
He still had his buggy whip near at hand in the automobile of course!
When trying to stop the machine he'd yell, "Whoa! Nellie! Whoa!"
As he tried to avoid a tree or slid through slippery sleet and snow!
His erratic driving terrified chickens, horses and little old ladies,
As he whipped about that sedate little town like a bat out of Hades!
The only pain he suffered from his horse was a kick now and then.
But when cranking the carriage he busted his knuckles over and over again!
He still hollered "haw" to turn to the left and "gee" to turn to the right!
Did the town folks' ridicule bother him? Not by a blame sight!
Clyde never learned how to control those forty horses under the hood.
He couldn't rein 'em in causing all sorts of havoc in the neighborhood!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Joyce Johnson's "Your Very Best" Contest - February 2011
December 22 Scripture Meditations Based on Revelation 6
Key Verses – Revelation 6:1-2 And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see. And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CONQUERING ME
Thank You for Your conquering me and my degradation
Against hell’s terrible destruction
Fully rescuing me from sinfulness-degeneration
By Your compassionate heavenly direction.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my infirmity
Against carnality’s lustful iniquity
Fully pulling me from transgression-impurity
By Your dignified honourable integrity.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my filthiness
Against worldliness’ fearful perilousness
Fully driving me from corruption-fruitlessness
By Your constant gracious faithfulness.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my arrogance
Against pride’s selfish allegiance
Fully covering me from deception-appearance
By Your divine fatherly assistance.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my sentiment
Against discontentment’s foolish supplement
Fully correcting me from doubtfulness-statement
By Your wise eternal settlement.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my preference
Against changes’ erratic persistence
Fully upholding me from compromise-prevalence
By Your supreme sovereign permanence.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my fright
Against backsliding’s agonizing blight
Fully guarding me from quitting’s flight
By Your loving Word’s might.
December 22, 2022
Menace intends to mow
Ruthless slices stem renegades
Remnants flap erratic,
Resilience remains unafraid
Virtuous dispose overgrown
Scorn of manicurist imbalanced
Courage operates alone
Realisation spurred by challenge
City's mesh messiness
Accepts intended bedlam mosaic change
Faceted shadow corners glint
Light slides, vertical snake rearrange
Cult harbingers cut opposers
Whip and snip straight edges
Goaded by nurtured clones
Rebel dispels lectures
Scope stacks psyches intermingled
Hand clasp members hope
Allegiance tucks members beneath wing
Anonymous chase, utopia
2nd August 2020
Any Form, Any Topic
Brian Strand, sponsor
THE LEG
Who has
a crooked leg,
do not walk
at
railway track ...
DESERT...
Is there any sailor?
in the desert... ?
WATERS ...
Sea is not a place
for camel
Stream is not
a place for
sharks
UGLY FACE...
Cannot fear
ugly face, who
already faced
in the mirror...
SET...
Erratic is the future ...
Failed is the past ...
The present does not stink,
do nor smell
UGLINESS...
Calm down ... you
are not so ugly ...!
Ugly is the dark ...
terrible is an
endless hole
Does your TV have a timer?
Will it turn off automatic?
I miss the days of simple viewing and television static.
On switch
Off switch
No subscriptions and way less problematic.
Before never needing a broadband service ,
electric installation or a qualified mechanic
Thirty-nine minutes I've searched in a crazed and frenzied panic.
If you could see me now
How I am reacting...
you'd think I was about to board the sinking ship Titanic.
I've even looked in all the pockets, of everybody's jacket.
But how else am I supposed to watch my favorite drama?
And all of its dramatics
The only silver lining is my toddler's nursery rhymes
She asks for, so eagerly erratic
Ive not had to endure such noise or listen to its racket
God, forgive our love, as we sink in waves of fear.
Unrestrained sizzle and savour, a web tangles us near.
Our starving souls burn, ablaze in glowing ember.
Sparks of fiery frissons, so exciting to remember.
Forgotten promises broken, we choose not to hear.
Thrill of forbidden love, simmers in lively cheer.
Friendship laced touch , takes an amorous steer.
Wanting what we shouldn't, in guilt we drown together.
God, forgive our love.
In addiction of passion, our conscience go unclear,
Moths dancing on flame, we still risk the chandelier.
Erratic hearts yearn and swoon, in captivated tether,
Under clandestine cover, we feel worse or better?
Illicit, they call it, but isn't it also love,.. pure, sincere?
God, forgive our love.
17th March 2019