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I welcome the rising sun from the comfort of my aerie,
Surveying my domain - the mountains, streams and verdant prairie!
I preen my feathers and flex my wings for another day of flight,
Soaring o'er God's vast creation cherishing everything in sight!
Ah! To behold the ever-changing panorama unfolding 'neath my wings!
Ye mere mortals can only dream of the magnificence of such things!
Shimmering lakes (from which later for lunch I'll snag a trout)!
Below, herds of bison and groups of deer with fawns gamboling about!
Heard are dulcet hymns of water rushing o'er stones in meandering streams.
Distant snow-capped mountains glistening in the sun's radiant beams!
I settle atop a Colorado spruce to rest and muse upon my situation;
I'm so honored to have been selected as the emblem of this great nation!
With the people of this land, I share vigor and farsighted vision.
Even with its flaws, democracy will be sustained - this is what I envision!
I take time to gaze at the grandeur of the sun settling in the west,
Another glorious mural by the Master Artist so beautifully expressed!
I soar on gentle breezes back to my aerie atop the mountain tor,
And fold my wings and dream of soaring to greater heights once more!
Won lst Place in PoetrySoup Contest - Jul 2020
O for the Wings, Eyes and Ears of an Owl
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Assuming we could do eye-popping things
As does an owl flying the night on wings
When no one knows of antics in moonlight
O for the mystique of a silent flight.
Imagine having circular vision
It'd be alike watching television
If we should be as farsighted as owls
We would never miss anything ourselves.
Should we have eyes in the back of our head
We would still miss out on lots, our dreams unfed
Unlike owls who with rotating heads seek
Prey fit for a sumptuous midnight feast.
If we had owls spectacular eye sight
And stupendous hearing for sounds of night
Imagine when we were walking around
The hot gossip and secrets to be found.
What a hooting tooting it’d surely be
To be a wise owl sitting in a tree
Hearing and seeing all right through the night
What wonderful poetry one could write.
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8th October 2022
attractive available anguished armadillo
babbled bold bald badger whose bagpipes billow
Caribbean cardinal carved a curious candy castaway
dazzling daffodils and damselflies dived into last Tuesday
eagle’s eager echoes edged eastward to eavesdrop
farsighted French fantasy fascinated a frenzied fop
Gaudy gauzy goose gathered green gingham in a glut
Handkerchief Hannah hid hairy harpoons in her high hut
Identical illusions ignored illustrious images on an iced cake
Jackal and jaguar jaywalked on Jersey Jet nicknamed Jake
Kindly kettledrum kangaroo captured Kansas kiwi and a kitten
Laryngitis Larry liberated long legged Lieutenant Litten
Macabre macaroni moved a muggy machete in the mail
Nomadic Neanderthal noticed nest hanging from nude nail
Old-fashioned omelet overbaked her overgrown tomatoes
Persnickety panda piled on plenty of posh potatoes
Quagmire’s quahog quizzed a questionable quake
Raccoon and rabbit wrestled a rattlesnake with a radish rake
Saber-toothed Sally sanctified Sudan’s soldiers with a salute
Tabernacle tabby tom tap danced with flute, violin and lute
Unskilled underwater sub was unstable and unreliable
Victory for vivacious Vivian, virtuous and viable
whimsical whales wished to be included in a Washington poem
'xact xerox of x-mas trees ‘xcited ‘xtra long xylophone
yen yielded yellow yaks which Yvonne used on bone
zealous zany zebu’s zipcode zinged into a new zesty zone
Self-Respect and Strength
A woman is no one’s possession, nor anyone’s right to claim.
She is pride, self-respect, and dignity beyond a name.
A woman is a symbol of strength, of courage and grace,
She is glory, wisdom, and compassion in every place.
Farsighted and thoughtful, with a heart full of care,
She carries knowledge, kindness, and wisdom everywhere.
She is beauty and gentleness, patient and strong,
An embodiment of resilience that carries her along.
Without a woman, where would existence be?
Without her, where would the human world be?
When Brahma, Vishnu, and Mahesh bow before the Divine,
And surrender before Shakti, the eternal power divine,
What strength does a human possess, what claim can one make,
To refuse to bow before the woman, for goodness’ sake?
A woman is the embodiment of love,
A blessing from the heavens above.
Shaped and strengthened by the trials of life,
She transforms every struggle, every wound, every strife.
A woman gives us life and a purpose worth living,
She teaches us compassion, courage, and the art of giving.
Without a woman, where would life truly be?
Without her, where would humanity be?
Whoever understands a woman’s true worth,
Has understood the deeper meaning of life on Earth.
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In a forest named Camelot lush and green,
lived a gray squirrel, quick and keen.
His name was Arthur, a sprightly furry lad,
with delusions of grandeur, in his armor well clad.
One sunny day, beneath a mighty oak tree,
he spied a sword as big as big could be.
This must be Excalibur! Arthur cried,
with his nut-stained paws and eyes so wide.
Excalibur, you are MY mighty blade.
I’m King Arthur, be not dismayed!
No longer am I just a critter small,
I’ll rule this realm, beloved by all!
With tiny paws, he climbed the base,
and faced the sword with noble grace.
Farsighted, Art grasped a twig instead of steel
believing he was embracing Merlin’s ideals.
I pulled it out! he squealed with a cheer,
From this stone, my royal fate is clear!
For in this wood, I’ll take my regal stand,
A squirrel king am I, of this fair forest land!
So raise a goblet of cheer for Art, so spry.
With twig in paw, his kingdom no one can deny.
In his world of quixotic, leafy dreams,
Arthur reigns supreme, or so it seems!
we sailed to the island, the island, the island
and would stay there evermore
with nothing to read but coconuts
and cocoa berries upon the tree
with no barber, Dennis or lawman
things could ghetto might strange
but we handle a leader (let's call him trumper)
trumper stood higher, and gave a screech
about a returnstile trip to sterilization
we stood up and jeered, Hooray, Hooray
but we be stripwrecked, cousin trumper, said we
what chance are we out in the farsighted lotion
where even the seagirls far outnumber us?
never minding that, he said we'll build a blue one
and us set about chirping down trees
at lust, the crate was finnish
two by two, we crumb aboard
and set snail for big indenture
to scoot for homely bound
but the beauty took on water
and we invaded to another shore
fierce sausages lined the bleachers
farmed with spearmints gone galore
we said our players, it looked like pretend
but the sausages made our breakfast friends!
brer trumper aligned a trick or treaty
the crew lived on believing children for eleventy years
President's Day is approaching so I thought I would further your education,
By revealing useless trivia about some of the dudes who've served our nation.
President Washington actually had to borrow money to get to his inauguration.
He wore size 13 shoes and seldom took a bath much to Martha's indignation!
Abe Lincoln agreed his wasn't the prettiest face when all was said and done!
Once called 'two-faced' he said, "If I had two faces, do you think I'd wear this one?"
James Buchanan was nearsighted in one eye and farsighted in the other,
Causing him to lean his head to the left and close one eye, which was a bother!
For his breakfast, Ulysses Grant loved cucumbers soaked in vinegar to eat!
He probably saved his hide since he declined to join Abe in his theater suite!
Woodrow Wilson was plagued with indigestion and was blind in one eye.
He had a pet sheep named Old Ike that chewed tobacco and that ain't no lie!
Cal Coolidge used a paucity of words so that many folks thought him dead!
He liked his head rubbed with Vaseline while eating his breakfast in bed!
Harry Truman kept a sign on this desk that read, "The Buck Stops Here!"
Remembered will be his scorching letter to an editor defending Margaret's career!
'Tis well-known that Ronnie Reagan dearly loved Nancy and jelly beans,
And was happiest at his ranch riding a horse and wearing old jeans!
And finally, from Barack Obama we learned that there are fifty-seven states,
And that he makes skillful use of a teleprompter to ensure there are no misstates!
Th-th-thats all folks - more than you ever wanted to know about these chaps!
(There's much more I could reveal but it best be kept under close wraps!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
G golden motifs enamor a brown tapestry
I in galore of grace, a head is held high.
R resplendent glory of the tallest creation
A ascending in attitude, seeks a heavenly sky
F feeding on forage of leaves beyond reach
F farsighted big eyes, browse twigs on trees.
E emotions all silent, with no sound to screech.
S stature so lofty, elongated slender neck
T towering long legs, gallop free and wild
A ambling Savanna plains, predates of lions
N nose and tongue, both in length reconciled
D down to extinction, their numbers on decrease
S strong but enchanting, they are symbols of peace.
T tangerine patterns, in unique genes installed
A 'African Gentle Giant' that's how Giraffe is called
L lanky but charming, an evolution of hybrid soul
L Leopard spotted coat, perhaps a tall Camel stole!
20th July 2019
Sponsor James Edward Lee Sr.
Contest ACROSTICALLY I STAND TALL
Born in a time all are at their most divided,
A young lady eventually for herself decided
To live life pursuing all religions which guided
All humans in ways in which Truth resided.
She found love first in one who is farsighted,
Yet he is shortsighted due to a strict religion.
He held a distance, so this love had ended,
He was also too lenient about his every sin.
She then went with one who is so atheistic,
Yet he often took what she did for granted.
She found his attitude became so apathetic,
So she left what once made her enchanted.
She finally found one who truly understands
What the cycles of eternity truly mean.
They see how in all lives, they held hands,
"He's just right," as he crowns her his queen.
Blue
Waves
usher
ocean dream
enchanting ripples,
whose hypnotic spell oozes charm,
for yellow dawn pearl-eyed first light riser’s coastal fog,
stunned by the heavenly turquoise canvass of tidal moss fleck swoon and swirl gyrations
On
shore
visions
magic sweep
splashy catalyst
at the cusp of exotic veil
uncanny blissful streams tantalising ebb and flow
a lure for august swimmer mesmerised by mammoth currents awash with silver froth
Gust
of
saline
grain torrents
that skim cliff edges
taunt emboldened in situ bard,
where farsighted jostling amid picturesque quaint beach,
spurs bright imaginary floodgates, a deluge of opulent visual fantasm