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This mirage like distance
Are you there, are you not?
I could reach out to you for instance
Hold out my hand and feel like I have a shot
But this closeness is all in my head
Your image dissepates and I sink in quick sand
And it's this mirage like distance that I don't get
I can't understand, I hold out my hand
I can see you, always within my field of vision
But inches are really miles of land
Further and further, I have already lost my destination
My eyes are chasing this image that can't be caught
Are u there, are you not?
Reaching out, trying to grasp nothing more than a thought
This mirage like distance is all I got
On New Year's Eve I was a wreck,
I didn't have a shot...
fearing I would get extremely sick
and spill out my gut.
I went out without a coat
gloves, scarf and hat,
thinking it was still Fall;
the harsh wind blew everywhere,
even walking was tough.
I reached home before nightfall,
and drank hot tea to relieve
the chills and the steady cough.
The new resolution is too unrealistic to keep,
I have to make changes to my diet: eat
more fruits and veggies, lose some fat
in my tummy and be as fit as an athlete;
I won't win a gold medal, but staying fit
it's worth my time and effort...wish me luck!
Written on 1/3/2017
Ive become transfixed by you.
There's really nothing I can do.
And now since then, I've loved the view.
Its so damn hard to believe,
All these thoughts my mind conceived.
What if it makes you want to leave?
I want to know that this is real,
And so I'll voice these things I feel.
See, I found this song that makes me think...
Man for that? Id toss the sink,
Id follow that straight to the brink!
And then we to got to know each other,
We couldnt help but see one another.
There was always more to discover.
The talks were effortless,
Time became measureless.
We told each other what we thought would be the death of us.
You showed me how you stay calm in a tempest.
We were open in a way that left me breathless.
The more you showed, and the more I saw...
The more I was just in awe.
To be who you are... Despite all that Pain?
All that Love? All that Care?
Its completely insane!
So few people have a shot at amazing.
Something thats real. Something sustaining.
A Garden they would Die maintaining.
To even feel that theres potential,
That itself is something special.
So If theres a chance it could be mutual.
If you can trust me through the unusual...
Ill turn a feeling thats only conceptual.
Into something that's endless...Perpetual.
I will not waste one more day,
Afraid of what I need to say.
For what I feel that this could be,
Id risk it all. Air land and Sea.
This kind of thing can set you free.
A "Come what may, it's You and Me."
I write this to relieve all doubt.
For the feelings I have, and what they're about.
Its Hand in Hand, No matter the Route.
I'll give you my all to be Devoured.
Day by day, hour by hour.
I'll water this Garden, I'll build that Tower.
And ill do it for you... My Sunflower.
Congratulations!
2019 is the expectant year.
You will get a baby, if you are expecting one.
If you are expecting to say "no" to a puppy, but you have an
eight-year-old who wants one, and you are not firm, you might
get one, so expect this to possibly happen.
You will get a vibrancy and fun-filled life, if you think you will.
You will lose all of your money at a casino, if you believe in losing.
If you do not expect to lose, you have a shot at maybe enough money
to buy a pair of hot pink jogging pants with the words Treasure Island running up the leg in fancy schmancy rhinestones..
If you expect them to fall apart in the washer, they will though.
If you expect to get run over by a truck, well, that can also happen.
2019 is the expectant year, after all.
Everything you did to me
Is already done to you
What a weak man it takes to rape
You can never take my essence
In fact your muddy mutters rather
Sound like desperate crimson cries of an infant
One who had too little of this too much of that
And still your parents are not your scape goat
You choose to try and take what is lacking inside of you
You refuse to strive and make your soul worthy of a view
that even sinners have a shot at redemption and forgiveness
So as sordid sips and Freudian slips you dip inside ME
trying to find YOU...oh lost soul.
Here is what happened to me
after the rain shame and defeat dissolved
I remained a level of anger that is
quiet and reserved but strong as in an activist
You can not take my innocence for your strength
It does not work that way for I am a magnet
I pull your strength and grew the balls
you wish you had to be a real power
that flesh between us is temporary
but the soul we have is eternal
and you stain yours with cruelty and lack of worth.
To be or not to be that is here the question of ambivalence
Or is it the answer posed as a dire request
Socrates might have a shot and I don’t mean the soccer player
Although goal line technology comes to my mind
A red line a yellow card but the great man never wavers
I know nothing but that I know for sure
While writers split hairs Schrödinger’s cat purrs on the track
A lightening Bolt rushes to the podium of gold
Archimedes shouts Eureka but floats on Delphi’s rubber duck
Can’t even wash the grime without fake news
Nietzsche declares God a diver dead in ephemeral water
A sending off offence but does the referee live
While atoms leap in great quantum faith despite human transgression
The Little Meermaid rests on a philosopher’s stone
Rapunzel’s hair is in truth a mouldy Shakespearean merkin
An impotent scorpion stings Romeo’s tail into action
Mirror mirror on the wall please mend the crack before I fall
Plato’s cave is really a snake pit on the rise
And yet all is well in necessary and sufficient argument’s fashion
Because when I’m not sure I cannot be wrong
To be or not to be: that is here the question (William Shakespeare, Hamlet)
29th January 2020
An arrogant hare challenged a lethargic turtle to a race.
The hare ridiculed the turtle due to its lumbering pace.
"The loser", declared the hare " will be destined for the pot!"
The "hare"-brained turtle agreed knowing he didn't have a shot!
The turtle desperately tried to figure a way not to become the dupe,
And end his long and illustrious life as a repast of turtle soup!
They began the race and the hopping hare surged way ahead.
The ponderous turtle trailed behind with a growing sense of dread!
O'er the meadows and through the piney woods they raced.
The turtle could readily see that he was being outpaced!
"Fiddle faddle!" wheezed the hare "I'm gonna stop and take a nap!"
The turtle trundled steadily onward and quickly closed the gap!
When the hare awoke the turtle had crossed the finish line!
"Aha!" quoth the turtle, "it won't be me on which they dine!"
The bewildered hare was stewed and made a fine rarebit stew,
Making a tasty meal upon which the turtle could leisurely chew!
The moral of this tale is one that is echoed from the past:
"The last shall be first and the first shall be last!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 in Poet Destroyer's "Turtle Soup" Contest - August 2010
1. It's been years, months, weeks have gone by.
I've grown so much I can barely recognize my reflection. No lie.
Each day more, I've seen you star in less of my dreams and it made me glad.
I wrote a poem or two about the feeling of finally letting go of the best of me—you. My bad.
2. Mom drew the curtains today, I need some vitamin D.
She shut them back when she walked out, watching you ski.
My heart,
it beats,
When you're far and stops when you're near.
3. I thought I would have forgotten about your laugh, silly and cute.
Your eyes were ordinary but canvas worthy. Bullets of memories it shoots.
Your hands were soft as daisies, pretty as lilies. You'd stare at me as if I were a movie. Oh my.
Waves through my hair and entangle with mine under the moonlit sky.
4. I tried hard not to sound cheesy when I say you are my loophole, a bad habit,
A complete *****,
Force of nature, like the earth round its orbit,
Three hundred sixty-five days a year.
5. On a cloudy fall sky, I sat down in our favorite trees, penning down my thoughts.
Ink dries ahead of every word. Would you think I were cool if you saw me now?
Like a green leaf in a rainforest, a canvas stuck in a gallery, did I run out of slots?
Or am I like the river we bathe in when we were young, long gone and replaced. Do I still have a shot?
6. With you?
All through?
7. If not, let me go. I've got other dramas to star in. I won't be a second lead to none.
Can I
Go away, leave me alone in the cold dark forest, barefooted while she warms your sheets.
Hold me, let go, shunned.
8. Is she your forever?
Your seahorse?
Dancing to your favorite tune?
When I only need the source?
9. Your heart,
It beats,
Thump, thump, thump.
It's all for me, she feels.
10. About the poems I lied
Over a hundred, for each I cried
Thump thump thump
It beats
For you
Red pill, blue pill, old pill, new pill,
Each tablet has music you can whistle.
Side effects and brand ones—we all have a shot,
Vitamins and sunspots are our health dots.
From headaches to heartburn, we seek relief.
Medicine melodies, the rhythm of our belief
Pills, syrups, and creams—a symphony of care,
Our bodies are the orchestra—with each note, we repair.
Some are sour; others sweet or hard to swallow.
But each one has a chance for a better tomorrow.
A chorus of healing, a choir of health,
Medicine melodies—our hardship is their wealth
So let us sing along with each dose we take.
A melody of gratitude for each pill we make.
Without them, we'd suffer in pain and strife.
But with pills melodies, we can live a vibrant life.
This relationship is gonna bust
If you don't bring back the trust
That we promised to each other
You seem like its such a bother
To fix things that are going wrong
We used to be solid and strong
Now the weakness is on you
I don't know what else to do
I'm giving it all I've got
Thinking we might have a shot
But no matter what I do
It is not affecting you
I'm giving 100 percent
But it's not making a dent
In the problems we must nail
Your efforts making us fail
Your not tryna help at all
Like you want us both to fall
What's making you give us up
Am I boring, not enough
To keep your attention span
I want us back where we began
Come on give it one more try
Before you leave and say goodbye