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You take joy in seeing my heart bleed,
Because of your avarice and greed.
The pains you caused come with no reprieve,
Yet you’ve the audacity to leave.
I invested every ounce in you,
Your ponderings control all I do.
My bitter cries you heedlessly sought,
Yet you’re blind to the hatred you brought.
How can your mind ever be at peace,
When the sadness you give does not cease?
You bury my joy far out of reach,
When your love is all I ever preach.
Away from you, joy will surely flee,
Though it seems arduous to foresee.
But so long as breath lives in your lungs,
Deep grief will lace the words on your tongue.
In the ebbing glory of the night
As the moon with a pallid face
Moved away and hid herself,
The sun with his lustrous rays
Appeared through the cracked walls of the sky,
To wake the sleeping hamlet.
Bales of clouds of all shapes and sizes
Moved over the sun hiding him for a while.
But soon drifted away to directions unknown
Shapeshifting, morphing, and aligning,
Into shapes inconceivable in just the flicker of an eye
As I look on, each passing cloud reminds me,
Of the years that glide past unknowingly,
And of the transience of human life.
The moon that fades after lighting the night
The sun that sets after warming the day
The flowers that wither after feasting the eye
The clouds that fleet across the cerulean blue
All obliquely announce, life is a fleeting dream.
The love once flourished may fade and die.
Trees towering high may fall and rot.
Rivers that swell can dry up once.
The same is true of our life on earth.
At times we soar on wings of joy
At times we drown and are deep in grief
Does it remind us of a vital truth?
Like the clouds changing shape every now n’ then
Life on earth can never be the same!
Thus, each passing cloud speaks aloud,
In tongueless eloquence two things to me…
Of the transitory nature of human life
And the need to mutate, to shapeshift my form,
As the situation demands and move on heedlessly.
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March. 8. 2023
~ Placed First~
Entered for Brian Strand No.1203 Poetry Contest
Each Passing Cloud Poetry Contest
Sponsor- JCB Brul
That's not my elephant
although it looks a lot like me
pallad and grey
and sometwhat wrinkly and she responds to Ella today!
and even though I am flat footed too
at least I am not stepping lightly on lily pads
nope, not my elephant shoe!
That's not my elephant-the one with spagetti in her mouth
looking comical and funny as it were
because you can never have too many friends
be them sleek or be them with fur.
That's not my elephant-though I took her to school
all the 2nd graders thought she was cool
they wanted to ride her but I said go
even though the elephants' bill of rights clearly said "No"
then heedlessly the words come tumbling from my lips
take care of that wise and saged elephant
that is captured on all my photo trips.
Hidden beneath the leaves of trees is a blue shop -
Gleefully I smile; half - construed but true shop.
No soul in sight, parking heedlessly, now I plight -
Wearing chapals, I go in - flight to this new shop.
Entering, I see a man’s mouthy visage -
Working he spits in a silver bowl in this rue shop.
Perusing the countertop full of Betal leaves-
This is a paan shop! Certainly not a shoe shop!
Excitingly prostrating with true devotion -
Utmost with the most glee he presents a true shop!
A hulk colored green leaf held by the shopkeeper-
Viewing the selection of paan like a pew shop.
Salivating; hunger dissipating like a bear-
Tearing the leaves with no remorse in this zoo shop!
Tasty array of toppings makes me feel at bay.
Addictive, strong tobacco at this brew shop!
Gazing at the cathedral ceilings, I chew!
Gratefully chomping on this leaf in this chew shop!
How can one say that this Paan shop does not make my day?
We are under the feathered wing of this lew shop!
News of this paan shop is under my cap; I leave.
Shopkeepers are clapping away in this cue shop.
Reeling with joy with smiles that are ever so clear -
This, ladies and gentlemen is a true new shop!
A hidden paan shop; amidst leaves and beneath sky!
For paan lovers, this is no ploy, but a true shop!
In life, we often meet with ups and downs.
The unexpected waits to pounce on us.
In the wink of an eye life can take a u turn.
We must solve the conundrum of life all alone.
Tossed and shattered by breakers rushing upon
Sometimes we are ripped apart, torn asunder,
Landing in alien shores, in hostile situations.
The night of weariness may suddenly descend.
The lamp of life may be blotted out by sweeping gales.
Many a time we get shattered in the throes of life.
Life is often loss and pain, facing the unknown
We do not know where our journey takes us.
With masks on, we are destined to play our parts,
Even after the music is over, till the curtain falls.
As we stroll through this maze called life
We never ask ‘whither’ and heedlessly move on!
There once were a couple of worms
Who perished; their very last squirms
Such a long time ago -
46,000 years, so you’ll know -
Which a study by science confirms.
They were trapped in a permanent frost
And would likely be forever lost
But some gophers around
Dug them up from the ground
And before they were heedlessly tossed
A sharp scientist said, “Thaw them out!”
And, despite some reactions of doubt,
Into water they went
And ‘twas soon evident
They were wriggling slowly about.
Does this prove if we’re buried in ice
We can come back to life and live twice?
I’m not sure that applies
To our human-type size
And for me, once around will suffice.
Hapless Hank severed a leg just below the knee,
When usin' a chainsaw heedlessly, you see!
He sued claimin' that it was a defective saw,
And hired an attorney to check the law.
"I've reviewed the statutes and I can't take yer case.
I'd recommend you plead mea culpa to save face."
"If yer case was heard by a judge it would rile his fury,
And I ain't about to bring such a case before a jury!"
"My law firm has determined that yer case is mighty weak.
Sorry, Hank, you ain't got a leg to stand on, so to speak!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Weightless, we lift up like a bubble,
softly, smoothly, so seamlessly
that motion could go unnoticed
with closed eyes.
Wide awake,
grass blades fade
into one asymmetrical green block.
Evergreen tree tops sway as a forest wave
and we wave like celebrities
at the intricacies below.
Pale yellow hay
aligns these pristine green patches
as soundless tractors gather summer's last harvests.
A gray pavement maze
of smoke puffing industrial buildings
and clustered suburbs texture a separate scene
like game board houses, roofs in muted tones.
Silent vehicles seem as child's toys,
gliding like our imaginations
and the easy lift of hot air's gauge
as we drift higher,
hovering at the skyline's level
to reach distant cities with our awestruck eyes.
The Space Needle is spotted afresh against azure air
and Lake Washington is seen in its entirety,
teeny boats assail like baby ducks
welcoming these guests as a postcard homebound.
Mountains' shadow crevices revel
an artist's best rendition, depth unspeakable.
Like giants we seem,
overlooking a make believe world
that we could overtake.
Wicker basket thigh high at the opening,
one assertive lean could be one's demise.
How fragile are our mighty lives.
We drift downward as seamlessly
and controlled as the flaming whoosh
between this manmade nylon fabric,
woven like a rainbow's reach for gold,
that holds our heedlessly trusting beings
as magically as the land of Oz.
Now a speck so small,
landing amongst the level open field,
we yield our hearts to the creator of it all.
11-13-2020
What Have You Kicked Off On Your Bucket List Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I used to walk heedlessly, that’s why I met people vibrating at low frequency.
Eventually, I had to find my own authenticity, stop moving ahead needlessly.
To do so, I had to acknowledge myself, find out what I actually want,
study my weaknesses, past mistakes, accept reality so taunt.
This journey unveiled a beautiful soul and heart so bright.
Came out, you were wrong all along, I’m not the blight,
rather a rare mind that is filled with delight.
But you knew that already, hence it terrified you.
For you, rejecting me was the only way for surviving,
Just as brightness chokes darkness, good vibes are outrivaling.
You have sealed your world and you protect it well.
Letting anything disturb it, would destroy you as well.
Your ears are guards, holding sieves of speech, keeping away messages that might breach.
Your eyes are shields, reflecting images so old, rejecting everything unknown.
Your mouth is a king that sits on the throne of a heart. That poor majesty, twisted in painful agony.
Difficulties in life are supposed to make us climb,
yet some of us prefer to grime.
The one who tries to escape or hide,
fools himself with an utmost crime.
It takes courage to admit and forgive.
Breaking free is a choice to gain relief.
Either be a prisoner of your kingdom
or a free mind, who has gained wisdom.
No one else is to blame,
when you have decided to fail.
In the end, lying has earned you a ridiculous crown
and a coronation ceremony for a royal clown.
Today I made my periodic visit to the local antique store.
The place was cluttered with mostly useless stuff galore.
But what attracted me as soon as I walked in the door,
Was a pile of old photographs that people didn't want anymore.
Some from days of yore were very, very amusing,
But viewing all of them provoked in me some melancholy musing.
Those somber and scowling faces peering back at me,
Were once precious members of someone's family tree!
One showed two pretty little girls each holding the other's hand.
Others showed soldiers in uniform looking so handsome and grand.
Many showed someone's beloved old mom and dad.
Some with mama and papa posing stiffly with their little tad.
One intriguing photo showed ladies holding skirts above the knee,
Which was scandalous in Victorian times, I think you will agree!
Another curious one showed a woman behind a horse and plow!
Nowadays, about that, women's lib would surely raise a row!
'Tis regrettable that such precious memories heedlessly cast away,
Now lay upon a cluttered table for sensational display!
It might have been of special worth for ensuing generations,
To cherish those pictures of ancestors who laid family foundations!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)