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Having engaged in unlawful
Sexual intercourse
The hunter inflicted suffering
Upon my dissent.
Trained for rapid eye movement
He showcased with a violent temper
And in conversation
How it was for the purpose
Of my moral improvement
That in his chasuble
He designed to subdue me.
What an obscenity
To doubt the machinery
By which my chastity
Supports my collected bodies!
The gun carriage moved
Backwards and forwards.
The old world thrushes
chatted in "la Casula".
His discipline hastened
A yawning fissure.
The gorge that would
Breach the structure
Of our relations
With divergent opinions.
The chaser chassed in
Cheap chauvinism.
The change in this
Chattel's luster
Could be seen in a
Chatelaine's cat's eyes.
Apocopated celebrants
Gathered for the sacrifice
I could tell by the
Marked interruptions
Gapping the framework
Of our forlorn continuity.
It scared me so
That I was not trusted
To trust myself
Or my resultant suffix.
Castitas, intercourse
Or crying became informal.
I longed for the days
Before the chasm
When secured
In composed type
We were the receiving set
Of a mounting foundation.
Now an uninformed attendant,
A collection of various sections
I indulge in mild beverage
And still find no quenching
The deep cleft of my harmed surface.
There once was a girl named Red,
Whose grandma was sick in bed.
She packed up some goodies,
Put on her red hoody,.
And made haste before Granny was dead.
Now Granny lived in the woods,
So Red skipped as fast as she could.
A wolf blocked her path,
So she gave into wrath,
And pummeled the beast where it stood.
Red hastened to her destination,
But to her great consternation,
The wolf had survived,
And subsequently arrived,
And was waiting with much anticipation.
Granny was sitting up in bed,
As she saw the wolf approach Red.
The wolf said "I'm ready to eat",
Granny said, "I'm packing heat",
Then proceeded to fill him with lead.
The wolf was a problem no more,
Which thrilled Red and Granny to the core.
Now Granny, she got well,
And everything turned out swell.
Their story became a part of folklore.
7/13/21
Tell us of folks with conscience clear on terror; of trusted neo
terrorists that oust teams, terrorizing thousands... near, far, and wide
May it marinate in their minds; peace and equality are as grated rind
with scent of pure zing... unlike vexed souls, bent on terrorism
Just last night, amid day light, before photographer's sky, right in
spring's warmth... such unforgiving moment of sudden fright
Thunderous wondrous sounds of bombs whirred, then cease, and
just like that came sight of flight 8430, blown to fallen pieces of debris
I saw red, white, and blue of American airlines's plane, meshed with chaos
just as those blown to smithereens during 9ll... Still I'll fly. Why shouldn't I?
In this land of plenty, we won't share cowardice with tyrants of immorality;
not on their watch! freedom bell has rung for everyone free of contentions
"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." (... they knew not...)
Flight 8430 felt Coup DE main... not of You, Great God of earth, sky, and dew
I shan't forget humongous, booming sounds of invisible bombs that flew and
flung sudden terror so near, i hastened with thoughts of Islam and coercion
Of intimidation, degradation, castration; of trepidation, and mutilation
that moved me to see martyrdom in terrorism as ignoble affiliations
I'm due like you to sit snug and breathe with ease here and now, without
quest; will I survive or will I have time to utter one final goodbye
Night's stream of consciousness was dream, dear God, but Your world need You...
only You; by power of Your might, turn terror to unadulterated thanksgiving; so
As we ponder canvas of sky with eyes beyond clouds; we'll grace life with
courage; for we shall over come with hope, with aims, and with our dreams.
*
At the capitol rotunda
Two senators faced off on
Gun rights versus oversight
Each side bunkered in
Intractable, their way to win
Sharp tongued irate debate
Open thinking went kerplunk
Head to head, noses pressing
Like two rams rutting
One grabbed a neck
The other ruffled hair
Both leaned into a scrum
Onlookers aghast
Heavy breathing, jackets flung
Ties askew, faces flushed
Veins a popping
Fists were clenched, my heart pounding
Spit and foam tossed about
Two old mad dogs yelping
Spin left once, then spin right
Round and round these two locked
Like a chopper blade taking off
Leather shoes and legs flyin'
Scuffing on slippery rotunda floor
Lots have slithered across before
Muffled echoes off the walls
Don't think a punch was thrown
Guards ran in to break the spin
Pull the swirl apart
Just like a gooey sticky bun
'Cept it weren't no fun
Hands grasping foe to foe
Darts of insults still flashing
Reddened eyes, teeth gnashing
Heads adjoined they'd go
Caught their breath, stood up straight
Falling back into friendly hands
Mumbled shards yet flying
They walked away slumping
Like two Humpty Dumptys
Disheveled putting themselves together
Each insisting they were "kerrect"
With hastened breath
I saw it all unfold
Watchers shuffling in doubt
As they usually do
It was a war, weren't no spat
They'll never forget, count on that
See it all on the evening news
Did it change each other's views?
Can we ever talk civilly?
Common Ground is the Solution
So that was yesterday's kerfuffle
Adjudicated by muscle
Let us honor the men and women,
Who laid down their lives in war,
To protect and defend our freedom,
To keep enemies from our shores.
Bravely they left their families,
As they hastened to the call:
"Your country needs your service,
Be prepared to give your all."
Some fought to protect and defend
The American way of life;
Some fought for the rights of others,
To free them from tyranny and strife.
Still others fought to bring an end
To terror and injustice,
Seeking to take down the ones
Determined to destroy us.
Regardless of the reasons why,
They proudly gave their lives,
And they deserve our heartfelt thanks
For keeping our freedoms alive.
Rest in peace, you fallen warriors,
And know your deaths were not in vain.
Your courage and your sacrifice
Ensured freedom's sweet refrain.
Part One of the Hearts of Man
They looked tommorrow in the face
and decided to sail
there beyond the sea
whereAegir troubles
to cause the storms to task men
we shall stand positioned
to reap the bounty of the sea
One sailor stood and said and you shall be alone
as we are wise to the storms
of this place The Odyssey might sail
but without a crew
he sighted endangering a system for personal gain
had drawn this crew to refuse to sail
" trouble ye thyn self"
they chanted and walked away.
Day's later the Captain reentered the city looking for
a new crew
with promises of gold and tresure
and women that even the unworthiest man
could have as his own.
Lines formed and a fellow who had be a crew member
to this same Captain stood and said
he'll lead you to the Scylla to be the meal of
the creature
might this entertain him
and then before Casear he shall stand
to beg for appropreations
to do the same again.
The Captain stood and said are you saying that
I have forsakened my crew
yet we've haven't parted.
The sailor stood taller saying yes
you shall lure them to there demise
that it might please you.
Just as you did in the name of exploration
and again in the name of redemption
and agin in the name
of lost treasure.
Four ships lost to the Creation
and again Casear shall allocate
to the ends of these men
as long
as they contiune to sail.
I stand to warn them that you are mad
and uncaring.
Queitly the Captain was hastened away
and days later
with a small crew he sailed.
They got him as a puppy when Danny was nearly three.
He was a scruffy little fellow and had no pedigree.
Daddy asked, "What are you going to name the little tyke?"
"Scruff", said Danny, "I think that's a name he'd like!"
They became the closest pals and were seldom seen apart.
Every move that Danny made, to him Scruff's eyes would dart.
Scruff would tag along with Danny to ensure he didn't stray.
At night as he dreamed of kings and things, his guardian nigh him lay.
The sun-tanned, barefoot boy and his dog formed an inseparable bond,
As they explored the fields, streams and veiled horizons beyond.
Scruff chased rabbits and butterflies as they took their daily tramp.
Danny shared his lunch with Scruff when they paused to camp.
Time hastened on inexorably as it will and schooling beckoned Dan.
Thro' high school and then on to college, Danny became a man.
Scruff was moving slower and gray hair was seen about his ruff.
Time was taking its toll on good and faithful Scruff.
In a far-off place strife began and Danny marched off to war,
His heart was shattered as he left Scruff whimpering at the door.
'Twas to be their final farewell, alas, Danny did not come home.
Ne'er more would Scruff and his pal those fields of Indiana roam.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Great Spirit whispers on breathing breeze; 'It is time',
puce plume in saffron noon signals hunt's aborning,
ThunderBeasts' harrowing hooves erupt Great Plains grime,
soon will ail, widow's wail like a wild dove's mourning...
Ancient wisdom, ebony eyes, high cheekbones wide,
buffalo, he knows, mystical foes who fight back,
astride, he rides his Spanish horse with native pride,
his soul cleared, spiritual prayers 'fore the attack.
Timeworn trails, bison beaten by shaggy stampedes,
hunting grounds feared and revered, tribesmen o'er the brae,
power potent, cloven cloud, hastened heart proceeds,
ambush laid, panicked herd, embrace the bloody fray.
Casualty's chance, horseback dance, drum lethal hoof beats,
thunderous trample of ample prairie crocus,
Sioux and beasts' sacred throes, their crimson flows 'neath feet,
death has a way of bringing life into focus.
Susan Ashley
October, 24,2017
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Tribute To Native Culture
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
On bowing to the deity,
I hastened to leave the temple.
God said, you seem to be in undue hurry,
I demurred and said, no it’s just my worry
I might ask for something
That you are hesitant to give,
Which might our long-held rapport spoil.
To that He just smiled graciously,
But what he said set me thinking,
And what will stay with me for long.
You seem to come with a prayer and plea,
Why, come sometimes just to meet me,
I’ll see that you’ll not have to ask
Oft wearing an alibi of a mask
Nor will you look like a beggar
You bring yourself nigh down to be.
I was trying truth to distort,
Truth’s often known to us,
But we set it to sail
He only brought it back to port.
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Musings |06.12.2024| God, spiritual
revealed obligatory phrases turn out of tone
a deafening roar cascades in to the abyss
purging spectral visions barred from presenting
all in the name of truth yet never to behold
perspective lends credence but believed not so
easy to ride the train when it leaves the station
side tracking onto no where takes guts of
steel girders not withstanding the hastened
presence of crystallized thought...delicate
sounds issued, undeniable death roll of motion
hedged bets...the gods played a good game again
icing down the planet...the timing is understood
as everything expresses as part of the whole...
agreed upon or just fate?