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Ah! To lie back and relax in the cushions of my recliner!
At the end of a wearisome day, nothing could be finer!
Alas, even Simba the cat considers it his favorite lair.
That I can tell by the tufts of yellow hair clinging there!
Its arms have embraced me in many a snoreful snooze.
With the cat in my lap, then it's off with my shoes!
I read my Bible in the comfort of my old chair,
And chat with the Lord as I offer Him my prayer!
Pleasurable are the times I hold the grandkids on my lap,
Regaling them with tales as they drift off to nap.
From it I've hurled abuse at my favorite football team,
And vented my rage at politicians' every ploy and scheme!
Settled in the chair I like to muse and reminisce,
Recalling fond memories of places and people I miss.
'Tis my oasis for listening to music to help me unwind.
I can kick up my feet and retreat from the daily grind!
Flopped in the chair, I've read great books about this and that,
And with my spouse nearby, I've enjoyed many an intimate chat.
With embers aglow on the grate, there's no place I'd rather be,
As we savor a mug o' coffee or a steaming cup o' tea!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Far as the eyes can see
Nearer than what is far-aeay
The love that has cum+for you
Iß the love for us
What to say
To make you come again
To make you
Come back to anyware you are
Cause looniness is such a
Sad affair
Come back to me again, and ah again
I wanna be
Anywhere you are
See I don't love you
And I don't need you
I want you
I am just
To proud to begin
To far down is the way you go
When you don't care anymore
Find someone who cares
The one
Who say there be there
Ain't no world for me
Without you
Without you
What's ah man
To do
Tell me baby
Tell me baby
Learning to love you
Is learning you
What about me
What's is it gonna be
Tell me you care
Learning to need you
Cause I love you and need you
Tell me you care
Say you'll always
Be there
Yeah. Yeah, yeah!
Tell me you really love
Me baby
Tell me you
You really want me baby
Baby. Baby
Ooh baby
I love you
I really do
We awakened, we argued, just like we had done before
It was mostly about football, the Celtic versus Rangers score
I would choose my team, as usual he would choose his
Pushing and shoving would then entail, growing brotherly bliss
But this was a day that was going to unite us, brothers, yes we
For we were getting our uniforms, the Boys Brigade's 4th Company
Football squabbles we left behind, to Bishop Edens we would go
It's our Primary School, did I tell you, our learning's in scholar show
As usual we met at playtime, in the same team we always played
We were like Pele, no doubt, well! it's what we tried to display
To the clock we always watched, as we told each other after school
Lets hurry home to have supper, for the 4th Company in us ruled
We left the caravan together, then brotherly competition arrived
Hey James! I'll race you to the canal, my little legs in strive
Into the distance he ran, blimey! he's much faster than I thought
I must continue to look up to him, he's my elder, I'm sure well taught
Just as I turned the corner, now knowing that I'm lagging behind
One minute he was there then gone, images now run through my mind
What I have witnessed, is now focused, a JU250 van has swept him away
It's impact I feel in my heart, I'm now in slow motion play
I now reach the junction, in my peripheral I hear my brother scream
Nothing like this I have heard, am I absorbed in a nightmare dream
The driver exits the van, his head he holds in his hands
I'm seven years old in tears, just trying to understand
RITES OF PASSAGE
Each Christmas we all gathered there,
‘Aunt Clare, has more room ,after all’ with
her trestled tables and chair.
Grown-ups swigging their brown bottled ale,
young-uns, lemonade with paper straw,
VE style parties, once more.
Lunch over, the voice decibels rose,
raucus laughter oiled by the beer
brought forth more plates of festive cheer.
Cards slid noiselessly over the American
cloth, copper coins switching from pot to pot,
enthralled children watching on, ‘til
banished with a special treat, to the cold
stairs, or now bare front room, or to play
out in the deserted twilight street.
Every year the ritual was much the same,
a family ‘bring and share’ , long before
such gatherings were given this name.
FACES&PLACES
Alongside a Chiltern chalkstream
I lay me down to dream,
of country paths,stiles and steep slopes,
those days,long ago,filled with hope;
I dreamed of days of summer sun
when my life had just begun,
climbing trees,cricket on the green,
the first time I made the school team;
Football with coats and tennis ball,
bonfire night fireworks in the Fall,
carol singing through silent streets,
paper chains and Christmas treats.
Crystal clear,vision's backward gaze
brought forth from nostalgia's haze.
THE HACK
Out of the yard,my daughter and me,on a hot
summer day of Eighty-three.Hastoe to Cadsden,
there and back,eight hours in the saddle,for our
first all-day hack.Onto the canter path,down to
Paines End,through Fox Lane the route did wend.
Into a copse ,keeping the pace to an even flow.
Up to Dunsmore,past the Black Horse, we followed
the course.Chequers, Pondswood,down hill to the pub.
Horses tethered for a rest,we ate our ploughmans with
a pint of the landlord's best.Back in the into the saddle,
at the canter to retrace our steps and in Hastoe as the
clock struck four,to stack the tack on the stable door.
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This man loves Newcastle United football club,
And has overcome Graves’ disease thyroidal,
By having an op to remove that deathly snub,
Of his prowess in the swimming pool brutal.
He won a bronze in the 100 metres freestyle,
At the British Swimming Championships 2012,
Then at the UK championships international,
Those for disabled people, he won in the youth.
He also took gold there, in the 50m men’s youth,
In 29.95 secs, and in the men’s open 400 metres,
He won bronze. At the London Paras the truth,
Is he was Britain’s youngest gold medalist, cheers!
He was the North East’s own sports personality,
And won the MBE in 2013. CP is his condition,
And he’s gone from being an S7 by true nobility,
To being a category S8, by his rugged dedication.
Spain won the world cup yesterday, one to nil - but it was never close. Spain spent 70% of the game in Argentina’s backfield - pressuring.
Spain had nine respectable shots at a goal - scored one with another called back. Argentina had one shot that almost went in. I know losing when I see it - Argentina winning would have been a fluke.
Speaking of losing - Madonna at halftime.
A critic wrote that, "Madonna has come to represent America’s fear of aging."
Yeah, aging has never looked less appealing.
I may take up smoking.
I know, she recently had a single hit #1 on the Billboard charts.
Back when the Beatles were cranking out 24 #ones in a row, you had to sell a million records a week to crack the top ten, and 1.3 to 1.5 million a week to stand a chance at a #1. Today (with streaming) you can get a #1 with a 7th of that number.
I love early Madonna - but I know creepy when I see it.
Who’s older, Madonna or Trump?
Whatever, both are too old for their jobs.
.
.
A song for this:
Vogue by Madonna
Cruel and Pretty by Over the Rhine
I think that he understood it, but refused to accept it.
He was past getting old, but he was still full of life and love.
He said to me one Sunday morning, "They took my truck".
His children took his truck to stop him from driving.
To Ken, driving was control; driving was freedom.
To him, he was losing the control of his freedom.
We all were born to be free, and I also understood,
but I am certain I would be as unaccepting as was he.
He turned 92 last December and passed last February.
He loved his family, people, and coffee, hot and black.
He loved his college football team and his pickup truck.
His kids took his truck, but never his football or his coffee.
From a nursing home, he watched his team win the national
championship, again.
I had never witnessed the beauty of family senior caring
until his family. They provided safe transportation and good
housekeeping. They would pick the two of them up nearly
every Saturday for site seeing rides along the Northern California country sides.
Ken and his also aged wife Lahoma lived in their own home almost
until the end. They loved deeply and were loved deeply by others.
070621PSCtest, The Last Dance, Craig Cornish. 11P
IF NOT
If you can’t keep your head when all around you
Are keeping their’s and blaming it on you.
If you cannot trust yourself when all men look to you
And condemn them for relying on you too.
If you’re impatient and be tired of waiting,
Or being treated honestly, still deal in lies.
Or being loved, give way to thoughts of hating
And yet look angel-like and talk too wise.
If when you dream your dreams are rather lewd,
And when you think, your thoughts are just the same.
If you can’t project a decent attitude
And if you never can accept the blame.
If you think only of your selfish needs,
Oblivious of the needs of others.
Or, caught out in some parlous deed,
You blame it on your brothers.
If, when you’re in the pub you’re offered just one more
And though you’ve had too much you take it.
If having one more cigarette may put you at death’s door
Yet, knowing that, you just cannot forsake it.
If on the football field you hack opponents down,
Or, at cricket, sledge to cheat the batsman out.
If, given out, you meet the umpires verdict with a frown,
Then, in the dressing room, you hurl your bat about.
If, in the betting shop, you risk what’s meant for food
And, losing it, write I.O.U’s.
If still you’re in an unrepentant mood
And study once again the racing news.
If you have all these faults and many more,
You’re not unique when all is said and done.
There’s plenty in our family gone before.
And what is more - you’ll be my son - my son!
We spent the morning at the beach…
setting up our chairs and umbrella…walking hand in hand
listening to the waves, smelling the salt air…
as we strolled along the sand.
As we sat in the shade of our umbrella…
I listened to Deborah’s stories…memories she adores
of a time when she was younger…
with her family at the shore.
She remembers her mom packing up her three children
making sure they were close at hand…
encouraging them to play in the water…
making castles in the sand.
She remembers moments with her dad
just a father and a daughter…
when she could hold her father in her arms
because he was weightless in the water.
I remember taking our children to the beach…
pretending to be dolphins…all the pelicans we would see
battling the waves as we chose up teams
and played football in the sea.
While we were sitting in our chairs..
a large family with a host of children sauntered by…
the mother stopped in front of us…and looking directly into our eyes
Said, “It looks like you have it easy!” while letting out a moan
“We’ve been where you are,” we answered, “but now our children are all grown.”
“So I have something to look forward to.” She smiled…
And gave us both a wink…
“You do…but enjoy this while you can. “We said
“It’ll be over before you think.”
And as we bobbed among the waves…
watching families like hers playing together
in the water…on the beach…or holding hands
We thought how wonderful it would be
if only for a moment
we were back to that time when our family was younger
and we were once again…making memories in the sand.
Citizens were upset
With the Honey Hornets set
They played dance songs
But it was all wrong
Records being abused
Scratching them when used
Stingers created a vibe
That said let the music die
Before the first forty five ended
Twilight Zone Rod should be commended
Two for Stirling
Hometown hive was swirling
Only to see another pair go by
Relegation staring bees straight in the eye
Four score
Sky Blue headed for the door
“Nice seeing you here
Will be playing for champions league cheer
In the coming year
Tabloid stuff did not work
Honesty was how we popped the cork”
Later in the day Gunners held fire
While Aston’s Villa was put on the tight wire
If this was the end to the show
Arsenal would let them know
First half saw one in
Enough for a claret blue army crucial win
This allowed a table jump
To safety over buzzing hump
No need reporting anything new
Except the canary could be dining on honey dipping stew
In the dungeon
Doing some number crunching
Asking themselves why did we go to that high profile luncheon
Where we did all the munching