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Beyond the Grey Sky
Sunshine glint fords this picturesque perspective,
well-disposed indeed, reserved for visitors,
my sepulcher neglected, whilst ...
time-stretched o'er,
~~my limestone sculpture.
Didst thee thought of me become therefore feeble,
wouldst thou respond moreover fulfill me whole,
nought by some supposed decree, nor wrongs ...
from me,
~~wouldst nought keep from thee.
Confounded of why this occurrence exists,
recompense didst I, whilst I lived gifts reprieve,
bedridden I midst the souls huddled in grief,
~~didst by duty cries?
'Tis penitence yet ponders whilst fresh ground detects,
new expressions circumvent, whispers, sleep I,
current flowers set, except one set on me,
~~my loved one stirred me.
2020 September 12
Ford Anglia
Ford Anglia, Ford Anglia,
You were always my favourite Car.
Distinctive shape and two-toned colour,
In the showroom, you were the Star.
Cortina, my Cortina,
Your sleek lines made a statement.
People would often turn their heads,
In wonder and amazement.
Zodiac, mighty Zodiac,
A real Man’s motor was this big boy.
Leather seats and chrome hub caps,
The Daddy with his pride and joy.
Escort, oh classic Escort,
You certainly broke the mould.
A family car that thrilled a generation,
So popular, millions were sold.
The old Fords had some character,
Unlike Fiesta, Mondeo or Focus.
Though the exhaust fumes weren’t too green,
Carbon Monoxide used to choke us.
(after Irene)
It’s a ravaged town down in these parts
The jobless faces and those heavy hearts
The sun barely makes it in before it disappears
A cold cold sky, clouds corrupt
Even the billboards won’t look up
‘cause goodness hasn’t come this way in years
Bone kids living outta tinted Fords
Barely separate from the cord
Innocence tied to the stake and surrounded by spears
I used to know happiness and love
Now I cry out to whatever’s above
‘cause goodness hasn’t come this way in years
Some camouflaged personnel roll by
I go to salute but don’t wonder why
I guess I bought into the dogma of courage and fear
When all the protection and virtues cease,
I might even kill for one moment’s peace
‘cause goodness hasn’t come this way in years
The water is receding after the flood
Baptizing a Lutheran church in mud
It’s all the space left to pray and weep acolyte’s tears
Forgive us our trespasses into crime
Our holy ghosts live on borrowed time
When goodness hasn’t come this way in years
The folksinger died in a burning crash –
A whole culture paid for his pine box in cash
While his own kids parade their scars in front of the mirror
But by then, there won’t be music left
When a scene dies, it dies a megaton death
And goodness will not come this way for years.
2011
WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI FROM JUNK SICK OFFICERS QUITE SCARY IN ITSELF YOU ALWAYS KNOW IN THE BACK OF YOUR MIND THAT YOU'RE A WORTHLESS RAT TO BE EXPOSED BY KILLERS ENVY RAGE EVEN JEALOUS BEINGS ACTUALLY WANTING TO BE YOU WHEN THIS OCCURS IMPOSTERS EXPOSE YOUR IDENTITY TO THE ACTUAL KILLERS AWAITING YOUR DEATH LAUGHING TAUNTING WATCHING YOU PANT FOR YOUR LIFE THESE ARE LOW LIFE INDIVIDUALS DESPERATE WITH NO LIFE OTHER THAN EXPOSING YOU TO DEATH AN UNTIMELY DEATH YOU SURVIVED OVER AND OVER AGAIN THEY LAY WAITING DRIVING HYUNDAI VEHICLES PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON THE REAL FBI INFORMANT YOUR DEATH IS BEING PLOTTED PLANNED YOU ARE FORCED TO CONTINUE WORKING UNDERCOVER AS AN INFORMANT TO STAY ALIVE UNTIL YOUR IMPOSTER IS THE ONE THE KILLERS FINALLY KILLS IN YOUR PLACE THEN AND ONLY THEN DO YOU BEGAN TO HEAL SURVIVING BEING AN FBI INFORMANT FROM CHICAGO MEANWHILE YOUR IMPOSTER CONTINUES IMPERSONATING YOU STIRRING UP STRIFE PLACING YOU ON THE FRONTLINE TO BE MURDERED YOU WATCH CARS PILE UP HYUNDAI FLIPPING INTO DITCHES DODGES RAMS AND FORDS FINALLY DYING RIGHT AT YOUR FEET YOU UNDERSTAND THIS IS A BLESSING FROM GOD YOUR KILLERS DIE AT YOUR FEET YOU STAND YOU PRAY AND TRY NOT TO EXPOSE YOUR SOURCES LOOKING OVER YOUR SHOULDERS SLEEPING AWAKE PTSD PANIC ATTACKS IRREGULAR HEART BEATS UNCONTROLLABLE FAINTING NARCOLEPSY DAYTIME SLEEP APNEA TRAUMA RELIVING TRAUMATIC EVENTS AWAITING THE DEATH OF YOUR KILLERS THATS YOUR SAFE PLACE FUNNY RIGHT GOD BLESS THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AND GOD BLESS AMERICA
There were warning signs proclaiming "DANGEROUS CURVE AHEAD!"
But no one paid much attention to them as on they recklessly sped!
On that treacherous stretch was a bend known as "Dead Man's Curve,"
Where many souls began their eternal bourne because they failed to swerve!
Other signs along that mountain road had more profound things to say,
That should have alerted folks to slow down ere there'd be a price to pay!
"PREPARE TO MEET THY GOD!" was erected by the Presbyterian Church,
But speeders ignored that sermon and met their doom for failing to lurch!
"ARE YOU PREPARED TO MEET JESUS?" admonished another sign.
This one was sponsored by the Baptist Church and was nailed to a pine.
But this homily went unheeded and many guys crashed through the railing,
Sailing o'er the thousand foot cliff, their auto, the desert floor impaling!
"THE WAGES OF SPEEDING IS DEATH!" read this creative message!
The Happy Valley Church of God had posted this not so subtle presage!
The Pentecostal Church's warning sign read "REPENT ERE 'TIS TOO LATE!"
'Twill ne'er be known how many ignored that hint, rushing to their fate!
The valley floor below was strewn with wrecked Buicks, Cadillacs and Fords,
Dodge pickup trucks, Happy Times motor homes and four Honda Accords!
On that winding stretch 'tis best to heed signs regarding "Dead Man's Curve"
Ere you join those hapless souls who met their doom 'cause they failed to swerve!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
January 28 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 30-32
Key Verse – Exodus 30:37 And as for the perfume which thou shalt make, ye shall not make to yourselves according to the composition thereof: it shall be unto thee holy for the LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO ENABLES US
TO OFFER FOR HIM WHAT IS HOLY
God enables us to offer for Him what is holy without delay
Midst our honesty against vain display
While asking forgiveness for our earthly play
Indeed, pursuing through faith that our lives to Him we lay.
God enables us to offer for Him what is holy without pride’s pest
Midst our beseeching sincerity against destructive test
While asking mercy for our prayer-zest
Indeed, repenting through faith from selfishness’ crest.
God enables us to offer for Him what is holy without deceit
Midst our shame against crises-loss and misery-defeat
While admitting our wrong motive that is bound to compete
Indeed, seeking His help through faith that our needs, He will meet.
God enables us to offer for Him what is holy without abomination
Midst our struggle to do what is best against frustration
While checking bad attitudes toward our transformation
Indeed, trusting Him Who assures us eternal salvation.
God enables us to offer for Him what is holy without blemish in His sight
Midst our surrender against arrogance of lofty height
While expressing praises Him with joyous delight
Indeed, prioritizing His kingdom and righteousness through faith’s might.
God enables us to offer for Him what is holy without accursing words
Midst our testimony against worldliness-fords
While striving to walk in His light along truth’s records
Indeed, abiding in His care around His defending swords.
God enables us to offer for Him what is holy without taint of iniquity
Midst our worship along our sacrifice of sincerity
While serving Him, following His instructive laws’ authority
Indeed, obeying His commands and exalting His majesty.
January 28, 2025
Data, social media, hardware, cyberbullying, software, internet connection, zip drive.
If the people who had to throw out pianos from covered wagons opened their ears to our world of today and heard our current speak,
they would probably believe that they have awoken on a different planet, one with an odd new language.
Can you fathom what they would think when they hear us banty about words like computer, telephone, digital reality, video games, refrigerators,
Electricity, Chryslers, Fords, Chevys, Jeeps, and Buicks?
A glimpse of a turned on TV set would probably have them climbing back into their wagon to hide under grandma’s lovingly made blanket, to pray that it would
go away.
Which makes me wonder, what was their word for glitzy and awesome?
As culture changes and evolves, so do our words.
Last Chance,
I passed through you many times and remember you.
You sit on the Colorado Prairie east of Denver at the intersection of two, two lane highways.
In the 1880's you were a stop along the great Texas Montana Cattle Trail.
You really came into your own as a child of the post war Forty's and Fifty's automobile boom.
The say you once were a lively little town made up of gas stations, motels, cafes, a general store, two churches and several homes.
Word has it, you got your name because you were the last chance for travelers to get gas,
food and lodging on their long treks to Denver and Kansas.
In summer, travelers picked cold Cokes, Pepsis and Grape NeHi's out of your gas stations' iced filled soda chests.
In winter, hot steaming coffee flowed from the silver urns of your cafes.
It was Fords, Plymouths, and Chevrolets that created you,
and it was Interstate Highway 70 that bypassed and doomed you
to whither and slowly die.
A prairie fire in 2012 caused by the sparks of a tire blowout finished you off.
Today you are a ghost town of burnt out hulks, abandoned buildings
and distant memoires.
Oh, Last Chance.
The stories you could tell.
A unicorn travels through the wheat fields and lays its dreams on pillows of poppies,
In your fragrance of wind, as clover crowns itself in bloom,
Over the evening horizon, see, stars were falling,
And in a handkerchief, I knot the embroidery of the storm.
Under my feet, dust grows, and lightning passes through me,
The wind moves among the shadows, caressing itself.
My summer, you who were ephemeral and now delay yourself,
Septembers will come again just as butterflies arrive on flowers.
I don’t see how time flees if my eyes are blind,
Nor how amber flows through the clock, hidden beneath the rhubarb,
Under foreign rains, water suffocates in the abyss,
And crowded seconds walk their fingers through the fords.
From a clock falls a shadow trembling towards the horizon,
I no longer know if I have died or am a bird of salt,
The moment between butterflies sometimes seems a chasm wounding words,
Other times a field of mallows that is silent and deceives you.
On a child, time paints the dew of golden steps,
I gather the swallows from the grass, fleeing from summers that fly away.
I ain't about to reveal th' month an' year that I wuz born,
But here's a clue, cars than sported an ooogah, ooogah horn!
To start th' motor required enthusiastic spinnin' uv a crank!
On th' rutted roads, its ride wuz comparable to that uv a tank!
Cars had many levers an' pedals fer th' shiftin' uv th' gears.
To git movin' required th' savvy uv a platoon uv engineers!
No fancy radial tires er anti-lock brakes to bring it to a stop,
Nor air bags er seat belts to ease th' pain if it landed on its top!
Nowadays, cruisin' is cool with stereo music pleasin' to th' ear.
Th' engine roared an' Ma nagged frum th' rear seat in yesteryear!
Model-A Fords boasted a seat in th' rear called a rumble seat.
Th' kids an' dogs delighted in ridin' there, considerin' it a treat!
Pa found th' hand signals needed to stop an' turn very confusin'!
Th' kids an' other drivers on th' road thought this most amusin'!
Today's sedans provide a signal light to warn what ya' intend to do,
Without hangin' an arm out th' winder, yer intent hard to construe!
Mister Ford offered a choice uv colors as long as it wuz black.
Today ya' kin opt th' colors uv th' rainbow, if'n ya' have th' jack!
Cruisin' at seventy miles per in my sleek, air conditioned car,
My thoughts drift back to when autos were really quite bizarre!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)