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They wed when he was twenty-one, she was seventeen;
Fate, he knew, destined her to be his lifelong queen.
It seemed only yesterday since their first tender kiss,
Now they are celebrating 70 years of wedded bliss!
They shared many peaks and valleys throughout the years,
Lean times, laughter, a sprinkling of sorrow and tears,
But their loyalty and faith conquered all such things;
Eternal devotion they vowed when exchanging wedding rings.
E'en tho' her hair has turned from gold to bonnie gray,
He tells her she is more beautiful with each passing day.
No sweeter sound to him could she e'er evince,
Than to hear her call him still her charming prince.
Each dawn when she awakes from her sweet repose,
He places in her hands an exquisite yellow rose,
Kisses her cheek, saying, "I'll always cherish you, dear!"
She responds with sweet talk he always likes to hear!
They hold the others' hand as they take their daily stroll,
But they walk a bit slower, alas, time doth take its toll.
'Tis evident that they still enjoy that youthful thrill,
That only a lifetime of love and devotion can instill!
Dedicated to Marj and Gene Krause on their 70th Wedding Anniversary
14 September 2025
Robert L. Hinshaw
Intellectual peer pressure
The faces change from smiles to sneers
from effusive praises to contemptible jeers.
A man whose wisdom has been seen for years
now forced to face his prideful peers.
A man whose intellect is simply beyond compare
those who read his works just stop and stare.
How can someone hold their own and debate such a man?
His thoughts and reasoning's are as well laid out plans.
His eloquence, his observations, are without any match
outwitted, his enemies, launch and scheme a hateful attack.
He knows their devotion, to unproven theories, is like a religion
He does not cower as he faces their vitriolic words of derision.
The odds are against him, hundreds to one, but he declares his faith in God!
Silence is deafening for a few moments, then one brave soul applauds.
The crowds turn against the two of them, in a heated hateful rage
Ignorance and prideful enmity, is clearly on display!
Without acknowledging that he might be right, they were both voted out!
But, forevermore in the back of their mind there is that lingering doubt...
John Derek Hamilton
February 16,2016
Walk your journey with heart set right,
Poise knows amply that touch most light.
The Christ calls now with a calm voice,
Watch love endow a steady poise.
Heed seeker dear the middle way,
Truth shines most clear a certain play.
Discern your quest that fits your face,
Sanguine works best in light of grace.
Be without fear for joy makes clear,
Love mellows cheer in a soul dear.
Go on your way and learn to pray,
Glimpse each new day just what you say.
Love helps you see how magic starts,
Faith now sets free a happy heart.
Leon Enriquez
23 December 2017
Singapore
I am in a sanctuary where people do unspeakable things.
Things they would never do with people watching.
Things they would not want mothers to know about.
There are lots of shadows; the floor feels wet and cushiony.
I hear the screech of an eagle, spotting prey.
Turn my head to see it swoop down 150 feet from me.
Another screech, then silence.
Twigs snap as I gingerly look for snakes.
Cobwebs get tangled in my hair;
It has been awhile since a person was here.
I stop at a creek, and look at the pebbles.
Wondering if they have ever been touched.
I pick through them, select three, pocket them.
Wild violets are next to the sandy riverbank;
Unseen, unappreciated.
I trip over tree roots as
I walk to a fallen tree, climb up, and sit.
The unparalleled silence calls for reverence.
I lie on the log and poke the forest floor
With a stick, finding mushrooms and moss.
I like the feeling
Of the sun on my back in this tiny
Break in the forest.
I hear a rustling noise,
Turn,
A deer has been startled.
I get a glimpse of her white tail.
It is a sanctuary here; my church.
A herald announced the joyous news that a king was to visit my hometown!
Jerusalem was abuzz anticipating seeing a royal king wearing a regal crown!
I could visualize his majesty arriving on a prancing Arabian steed,
Or being borne upon a lavishly bespangled camel of exceptional breed!
I'd also heard that kings were borne in magnificent coaches gilt with gold,
And that with great pomp and blare of trumpets their procession was foretold!
This I wanted to see so I joined the milling throng and got a curbside seat!
Thousands of jubilant celebrants lined both sides of the city's dusty street!
"Here He comes!" shouted the mob! "Hosanna In the Highest!", they cried!
I strained my neck to see a real king in purple robes, the nation's pride!
The exultant crowd spread their cloaks and waved palm fronds along the mews,
Shouting, "Hosanna To Christ The King! The promised Messiah of Good News!"
This king, this King of Kings, rode a lowly donkey as His means of transportation!
I was told that a prophet Zecharia said He'd ride one for His triumphal celebration!
As He passed by I fell to my knees! He looked directly AT ME!, smiled and waved!
From that moment I became His disciple - straight paths for me He hath paved!
The man next to me said this man, this King, was born in a stable cave,
And that of His power to heal the ailing, blind and lame He freely gave!
Unlike earthly kings, He even promised eternal life for a sinner like me!
From this day forward I'll forever follow that good man from Galilee!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Ballet In Balance
(A Tribute poem for Mia Slavenska)
Is there pain in every step with every pleasure?
The noble ballerina in the balance floats on by
Smiles leap with her, forgetting floors for sky
Air lifts the dancer higher in applause
Behold Mia in Croatia in the balance in ballet
Meteors in motion burn out in atmospheres as fast
Another show in nature steals the show
Fragility on the toe
Bringing tears of joy drawn on the candle wick
Graceful movements, hands are quick
Feet are quicker under foot
Nowhere else to go but up
Dance has power over wars to burn the soul
Steps lightly on the mind, avoiding land mines as they go
Define the miracles of motion, ballerina spins
Performances In concert for the masses warm the hearts
Takes us to the sky in leaps of faith
Without warning dancers never land again
They follow Mia who always keeps her distance any way
She leaves on a comet in a dream with speed
Rides emotion on the stars to end of days
Never to return upon the stage
Silently I make a wish
Wondering who’s listening above
If there is a God in heaven
Won’t you send me the gift of love
He doesn’t have to be rich and famous
Or even a playgirl centerfold
Just a kind and loving man
Who bears a heart of gold
An honest man that never lies
And vows to love only one
A man that keeps me at his side
And tells me, i’m second to none
You know the man I speak of
He’s in my dreams every night
He rides a mighty stallion
And wears the armor of a knight
His name is not unknown to me
It’s written in my tears
But everytime I reach for him
The vision disappears
Maybe he just needs to know
Exactly how I feel
Maybe that is all it takes
To make this vision real
Dear father of all mankind
This favor I ask of you
Please tell him that I love him
I know he’ll listen to you
Form:
She walks among books as if they are flowers –
Picking the dust from their parched leaves
like the busy bumblebee seeking for pollen.
Breathless – She caress the patchy pages
to feel their scent – her favored perfume,
and the texture of their numbered petals.
She hears the song – The Silence- with glee,
evading the moonlight in her daily course –
No bird sings in her hallowed garden.
No poets praise her unchanging beauty –
but all poems she takes to herself,
reigning lonely and terrible in her Helicon.
She is never lost but she never leaves –
Nor greets any visitor with her pale hello,
absently wandering near her chilly stroke.
The seedbed is sterile, yet she still rejoices –
Winter never leaves, Winter never arrives,
her flowers still colorful as they never were.
She dances – her feet barely touch the ground,
serene –never closing her eyes – not once,
her fortune clasped closely to her still chest.
As a confined moth wriggling her wings in a fray
- restless – she unfolds her arms and gazes
mirrors incapable to reflect her own pale face.
She walks among books as if they are flowers –
Flipping their pages without rest, without break,
in deadly splendor after every lonely midnight.
”The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.” Psalm 6:9 of the King James Bible
Supplication to Christ always
draws me near toward mercy's care
assured for nurturing welfare
that builds my faith to offer praise.
In blest prayer tested by trust
my soul wrestles with earnest plight
smiting any unbelief-blight
as supplication clears doubt’s rust.
Intimacy with God of grace
midst supplication’s divine thrill
guards my spirit in keeping still
safely secured by His embrace.
Around the Saviour’s loving bond
supplication presents my need
beseeching to be freed from greed
since He with miracles respond.
Supplication indeed brings bliss
despite hardship, sorrow and pain
for it leads to reaching-out gain
thanking the Lord from heart’s abyss.
August 6, 2023
2nd place, "S Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 8/7/2023
In two volumes two different ages are
Advised.' So I am informed.' Perhaps
Its filthy lies.? Do let me know because
I have never read.' Of the quran or talmud
On their lines I've never fed..I hear
An age of nine years old..In the quran is
Advised? for females as suitable for making wives? And in the talmud four years
Old here I must be bold.' is the
counterpoint there carried.?
If this is so.? I wonder not that Yeshua
Took a stand.' And turned the tables over
He drove them whip in hand.' Out of His
Temple out to the streets, where later they
Would (send Him?) hln His cross to meet.'
I wonder not why He died to quell this un-palatable division that sketches hell.' No
More to have islam and jewish strife.' With
such lies to tell.'
Rather to cut away the dead flesh of laws
So rife, with disadvantage with slave and free.' Who were; yet both in darkness as far
As i see..I say call to Yeshua in these troubled hours, put no faith in worldly kings
And cold stone towers.'
( it is finished !)