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BACKSTREETS
In the back streets of my mind,
I play again the games of my childhood.
Vehicles few and far between, to interrupt our play;
Our soccer ball, leather scuffed by tarmac,
Thuds against the goal, chalked on the wall
Of Mr. Thompson’s house.
Until, his patience at an end,
He comes out, roaring, red-faced,
To chase us away, fist shaking.
“I know who you are, I’ll tell your parents”.
Further down the street, we start again;
Our goal two dustbins in the middle of the road,
Moved only when the milkman,
In his horse-drawn cart, approaches
When he has passed, before the game resumes,
I race home to collect a shovel and a pail,
To scoop up the horse’s parting gift
For Dad’s prize roses.
Then, all too soon, it’s time for tea
Of bread and jam and lemonade.
So long ago, the world so simple then.
But still those backstreets linger in my mind
25th September 2019
In the Backstreets of My Mind contest
Sponsor - Silent One
Rain thunders on the roof,
Fall settles in to stay.
The wet season will last now
Until the early blossoms of May.
Rain can be depressing
With no sun in sight.
Time for birds to migrate south
And on their wings take flight.
If we are lucky, there will be snow
To break the monotony,
But sometimes it's only rain in winter,
I guess we'll just wait and see.
Of course there will be sunny days.
They'll be few and far between.
The rain we'll see a lot of though,
Much more than needs be seen.
Rain, it thunders on the roof,
As fall settles in to stay
And so the wet season has begun.
I count the days until May.
I still feel the pain
I remember the past- as I'm looking back
and I still can't believe it's true...
it's hard for even me, to believe,
the things that have happened to me
I'm alive today, I try to forget it all
but, some days are just too much...
at times...horrific memories come 'round
and they just keep haunting me
Chorus
A child shouldn't see blood...or feel such pain,
A child should never, ever...feel such suffering
There were days, I thought that my life, was at it's end
Even today-I still feel the pain...
even though, I know...I'm not to blame
I raise my eyes to the skies, and pray for better days
'cause they're so few, and far between
God knows, that it snows, inside my soul
for all the sadness, that I've seen
Well, I still live in fear-feel the danger's still near
although I don't see anyone there
I look to the time, when I'll find, peace of mind
with no more reasons, to feel scared
Chorus
A child shouldn't see blood...or feel such pain,
A child should never, ever...feel such suffering
There were days, I thought that my life, was at it's end
Even today-I still feel the pain...
even though, I know...I'm not to blame
Even today...
I still feel the pain...
even though...
I know...
I'm not to blame...
even though...
I know...
I'm not to blame.
John Derek Hamilton
October 31,2019
Reduced to a couple once again,
Remembering this is how our life once began,
Blessed by God with three children,
Now all grown up and settled in their own families,
Grateful for their lives, at the same time sad,
Looking at our empty house,
Where once reigned their bubbly children noises,
Each room a rueful reminder
Of their exuberant laughter and a million memories;
Now, we look at each other,
Our conversations interspersed with,
"I wonder what he's doing now!"
Or "How is she managing all her chores?"
Worrying and wondering,
Whiling away our time with Chinese Checkers,
Recalling the days when we used to play together,
Silent spaces speak volumes,
While we wait for photos and phone calls,
Or vacation visits that are few and far between.
3rd May 2023
For Cooper Etheridge's "Empty Nest" contest
The little mouse is scrolling
as the ocean waves are rolling
and they beckon me to come down to the sea
The screen before me glowing
while outside the flowers growing
have a fragrance that is calling out to me
The keyboard keeps me busy
at the same time I am dizzy
yet the birdsongs out my window sound so sweet
While the gigabytes are loading
my poor eyeballs are exploding
and the circulation doesn’t reach my feet
One last video, I say
then another makes its way
interrupting my intentions to go out
One more minute, then I’ll quit
one more hour, here I sit
I’ve forgotten just what life is all about
There is work and there is play
but somewhere along the way
all my play times are so few and far between
Push a button, L O L
while my spirit goes to hell
as I live my cyber life upon a screen
I've traversed Kansas more times than I care to remember,
In the searin' heat of August and the chilly cold of December.
I suppose the Kansas Tourism folks would disagree with me,
But bless my soul - there just ain't all that much to see!
The roads stretch interminably - towns are few and far between.
To stay alert I slurp numerous cups of rancid, vile caffeine.
There ain't nothin' but nothin' along the monotonous route.
Will this agony ever end? The pointless question is moot!
Crestin' a rare hill and stretchin' ahead arrow straight,
Are endless miles and miles of shimmerin' interstate.
I even welcome my spouse's idle prattle to keep me alert,
As eighteen-wheelers and the road crews I try to avert!
There's lots of sunflowers but a definite paucity of trees.
Praise be for air conditionin' - outside 'tis ninety-nine degrees!
I do spot some cows, goats, sheep and Poland China hogs,
And a sign touts a place to see rattlesnakes and prairie dogs!
We whiz past places like Russell, WaKeeney and Kanorado.
At last we cross the line to my colorful state of Colorado!
I'm sure Kansas ain't all desolation - that I would not imply,
But next time we have occasion to head east, I think we'll fly!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Fate Of Mankind...
(this prognosticator ordains,
which if came to pass no brains)
necessary to impress any
goo goo dolls, nor swains!)
Cited in crosshairs of thermonuclear warfare
quite an about face from bursts of creativity,
yet omnipresent palpable threat everywhere
unlike sangfroid hermitage within Abbey air
habitués hosting religious peacemongers care
ring about spiritual well being, nsync by prayer
regular quotidian discipline dissociating scare
re: global apocalyptic genocidal holocaust sear
ring significant sinister malevolent electioneer
macabre mushroom clouds vitiating atmosphere
burnt offerings charred flora and fauna cohere
glommed together undifferentiated pulverized
conglomeration bespeaks devastated biosphere
survivors (if any) few and far between gallows
humor, sans mockery former Amazon billionaire
irrelevant wealth superfluous banked nightmare
*****sapiens like mummified zombies blinded by
light, eclipsed contaminated heavily sheltering sky
succor solemn deliverance bombed appallingly revere
inescapable damn earth bottled genii raiment austere
foretold prophecy regarding Doomsday clock spare
ring extra crispy char broiled ribs aplenty profiteer
awaiting her/him able to make a killing apprenticed
savvy entrepreneur opportunity, though no cashier
to pay, hence former Trumpeting strictly volunteer
job with bone fried benefits superior than Medicare
accompanied by death as fine companion buddy sincere
need not be grave concern, so minus annihilation and air
choking stench, viz total extinction moonscape sphere
flora obliterated only scorched landmarks thoroughfare,
humongous bajillion shades of gray cremated vaporware
vague hint former edifice Taj Mahal wanting consigliere
so opportunities galore to look as smoking hot fleshpot
overactive imagination helpful to conjure all in the
family Maude Lynn good times MASHup of yesteryear!
Quiet moments,
Spent with the dawn – spent…
With an all-consuming love, God
Who knows me like no other…
He knows me better than a brother.
Quiet moments,
Still as the rising sun – shadowed…
By the moon’s departing glow,
Awaiting its destiny beneath the stars,
Where forever – we’ll pen our memoirs.
Quiet moments,
Saved for such a time as this – silence…
Lifting all my worries, all my doubts,
Stirring me to listen to the light above,
When this joy – shines like glorious love.
Quiet moments,
Survive the failures and flaws – soothing…
Away the feelings that breakdowns produce,
Reminding me that beyond the worries – regrets
Are few and far between – not too long til’ time forgets.
Quiet moments,
Sprinkled across the evening skies – soundlessly…
Stars glistening and shimmering, twinkling on the night,
Gentling the moments with their heavenly luster – glowing
So the whole world will know, they abide just for showing.
Quiet moments,
Stilled by the darkest silhouettes, appearing – startling…
Away the doubts and the gloom, heartening the dreams,
Satisfying the weakest, the fragile and frail – supporting
Hearts who believe, always encouraging, never thwarting.
Quiet moments,
Startled by the beautiful in the soul who sees – smaller…
Doesn’t always mean less or unimportant, there are times,
When smaller means humble and modest, unpretentious,
And, filled with kindness, charity – a heart who is conscientious!
Quiet moments,
Stirring the heart so that there is abundance – a sweet sensation…
In the lives of those who feel God’s presence in every condition,
Feel the way He lends His light to even the darkest situation.
What I know about Him, is He promises grace and salvation!
Fall few and far between
The thousands of the common lot
That sink to nothing in the march of time.
Days like this,
All warmth of gold poured down
From a roof all Blue Serenity
Breezes soft and sweet
As sighs of innocent sleep
Crowds of trees nodding in council together
Around them the fields, an emerald sea -
These days are gifts
Of Gaia gone adorned in naked beauty
Her veils all pulled aside
For those who know just how to look
To see her as she really is:
Seductress Mother, Comforter, Slayer,
Harvester of Souls.
She draws her newborns to the light,
Then closes their eyes and rocks them to another sleep
Full of unknowable dreams,
Waking them again in different shapes.
She dances then to her selfmade tunes,
Of snowstorms in the heart of June
Or roses 'neath an autumn moon -
Confirmation, Contradiction;
Epithets and Benedictions.
On days like this a drum beats
Somewhere deep inside a quiet corner of the soul,
Calling from a distant time
When we spoke volumes to each other
Dancing 'round the sacred flames in holy silence
While the wolves howled through the icy dark
- If you listen you may feel it yet -
Stop awhile and watch the distant trees
Nodding in their ancient way,
Sighs winding close between them;
She has let the veils slip loose
Blinding in her nakedness
Breath trailing all around you warm
Like the blood you shared within the womb -
There are drums
There are songs
Salt of sea drifting through your veins
As you smile a wolf's smile without knowing it -
All these and more lie just below the surface
Before She turns and draws
Her cloak of stars about Her,
Have one last look and just remember
That nothing down here is truly trivial,
Each day another page writ
In the just-beginning Human Story.
Smile like a wolf and remember:
Terrible things, Wondrous things,
Secret, Sacred, Magnificent things
Are always happening somewhere;
Happening Somewhere
On days
just like this.
Can you connect the gaps
With me, nonetheless?
Will you spread yourself thin,
For the few and far between?
Fill the crevices
No matter how deep
Bridge the chasms
Even if its jagged at the seams
Do you see the sliver of spaces?
The look on our faces
meaningful gazes
Try as you might
And hug me so tight
Even if you bleed through
I still feel the sliver of spaces
Between me and you
We sit on conversation chairs
Not speaking, not saying a word
But all is heard in the palpable
Elbows abutting, yet not touching
But feeling everything in the tangible
Misconstrued what you overheard
Misunderstood my every word
I crawl in spaces between worlds
I find your wounds in places
I've never heard
lying here aching in my bed
waiting and watching
thoughts of you humming in my head
waxing and waning
hoping I'm not dead
You prod, I poke
you push, I bleed
The tracks you played
Salvation I prayed
I felt the emptiness
Of the sound as it fades
Falling in love, falling out of
Falling in the ravine
I still see the sliver of spaces
between you and me.