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Yours truly an aging baby boomer
long haired pencil necked geek
trademark disheveled characteristics
whipsawed ever faster around sun.
He (best buddy and alter ego of mine)
snapped, popped, and crackled
firstly his crown out cervix
subsequently skinny arms and legs
(I'll spare ye the bloody graphics),
whence obstetrician able, eager, and
ready underscored with italics
to pronounce hosannas
regarding garden variety
generic wrinkled newborn
emerging out birth canal
asthma noggin heralded
scrawny newborn, now celebrating lxiii
plus deux orbits around nearest star,
which birth sported an ordinary
uneventful, nonetheless miraculous
biological secrete heave reproductive tricks
immediately screaming
without assistance courtesy
Gran Prix (now pronounced as pricks)
also envision Dolby surround sound
nsync with spastic kicks
'o mine straggly mostly
gangly lovely bones mox nix.
Within some nondescript building
named The Christ Hospital
location Mount Auburn
Cincinnati, Ohio
(the buckeye state)
record number C57587
gingerly handled courtesy
Doctor James Mackay McCord
(ushering none other than me
into the wide webbed world)
bestowed upon bosom of Harriet Harris,
thy young mother of prolonged labor
as his bony ass easily
slipped out uterine crypt,
whereby with Vernix
caseosa, the waxy or cheese
he appeared made rather dipped
in tallow, thence unexpectedly whipped
minuscule fist ready to bump.
Who was this One born meek and mild,
this infant, Mary’s baby boy child ?
Why was He born in dark of night
beneath the star of brightest light ?
Countless in number the angels sang,
above the hillsides their praises rang.
Below in the fields were those thought least:
frightened shepherds whose wonder never ceased.
Who was this One of whom angels did sing:
the question of those with little to bring.
Even those stabled there knew that this night
because of Him, all would be set right.
Heralded in time by men from the east,
they came with great treasures upon their beasts.
Bowing low before the King of Kings,
they paid Him homage with finer things.
But what was so special about that night,
that which puts Christmas in it’s truest light ?
O, who is this One of majestic worth,
This One with rightful claim to the earth ?
On His Final Journey
Drifting ruminations freely wander
amid vanishing rays of Sun Ra
Thrusted beyond constraining clouds
probing the enigmatic moon
Hoping like incessantly undulating liquid
from a surging waterfall
Inner eye unveils the essence of a man
who for eons remained silent
Resembling his distinct familiar face
from a distance stood her true love
Parting muted lips a smile illuminates
the darkest stars in heaven
Arms outstretched as his tears well
eager to amend a fractured heart
Conceding defeat to forsaken wishes
he ascended beyond a cloud
A woman impassioned craves
the homecoming of this precious entity
She must repudiate wretched emotions
he has embarked on his Final Journey
Heralded by a harbinger of doom
destiny upholds this disheartening truth
Expectation conjures delusion
deceiving her vision invoking salvation
11/22/2017
11:32 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
Christmas carols are being sung,
As bells are joyfully being rung,
Heralding the Christ Child’s birth,
As Christmas Day, we celebrate with mirth.
But lets think of Joseph and Mary now,
As they must find an Inn, they vow.
All are full, where will they go,
As Mary is nigh, a holy child to bestow.
A stable they see before them,
With sheep and lambs, they hurry in,
The time is almost now,
When many holy men will bow.
A manger is turned into a crib,
A bird above sings cheep, cheep, cheep,
Straw, Joseph lays in the manger,
The baby cries,
This story I have often heard,
Tears always fill my eyes.
A star shines brightly in the sky,
Three wise men see it way up high.
They follow it to the holy babe,
Who with miracles one day,
Would pave the way,
For faith in ever lasting life.
The Wise Men from the East they came
With one ambition,
Gold, frankincense and myrrh they brought,
To honor the Christ child
Was their mission.
Shepherds saw the star and also came
To Bethlehem to bring the Christ child
Gifts of faith and love, gratitude
And devotion, all spiritual gifts,
The distance traveled by these lowly
Folk my soul did stir,
My spirit pounded, His birth heralded
With heavenly angelic flair.
As the Christ child grew into a man,
Jesus his name, He sent forth
Disciples of his faith,
Who spread the Christian faith,
As he so often preached and saith.
A huge thorn stabbed my side
I could no longer find a way to hide
Carrying it like a heavy cross on my shoulder
I wondered how long my life will go further
I heard the thorn bore its twig
Seemed as if a mountain to carry, it was so big
A tumultuous wave engulfed my being
My hope was wreathed…vision was blurring
I tried to gather strength… fending myself with *****
As I clung to God’s Love and His Saving Trunk
I cried to Him, kneeling and praying
Entrusting Him my agony and everything
As lighted candle in front of me grew brighter
I looked up and found two grey clouds turning whiter
Shafts of rays were beaming on sides
Gliding slowly like doors… showing a blue part of sky
As the sun peeped on that cloudy and gloomy day
Big raindrops fall suddenly and sparsely
With my open arms, I tried to catch-- to feel each of them
Hoping to heal my wound and take away my burden
Wings of good words heralded the miracle in few days
I felt His greatest love, omnipotence and saving grace
Then I was led in the Yardenit where His Beloved Son was baptized
A precious gift of consecration to renew my life
October 30, 2013 7.15pm;te
( old poem)
First Place
Contest: A poem you've not entered in contest #4
Judged: 5/22/14
Sponsor: My dearest poet, PD
I am a child of testimony
A chosen vessel of God
Fashioned to bring Him honor and glory
In my sojourn on this sinful Earth
My birth heralded a testimony of greatness
Growing up was a litany of testimonies
Today I stand as testimony personified
Beautifully and wonderfully made
Sometimes I am troubled
But never crushed
Sometimes I am badly hurt but not destroyed
Sometimes I am plagued by doubt but never in despair
Handle me with care for I am the apple of His eyes
He is with me always and so
You can only be against me at your own peril
For whom God has blessed no man can curse
Let the child of testimony move on
For his mission has been divinely ordained
And woe betide any detractors
Engaged to bring to nought his divine mission!
The Cost of Eternal Forgetting
It seems between us beats a silver bell lined with blue silk,
there exists a separation from our very selves, with fate in this silence of crystal,
what we dream in the long nights seems a memory that drifts ever farther,
the days flow into transparent months, then years, perish like smoke in the wind.
What am I to understand from this long waiting, that everything scattered into forgetting?
Sometimes I feel ancient wolves tearing my dreams like a faded canvas,
I advance through narrow paths, through a nameless and boundless slum,
devoid of meaning without you, you, the one heralded since childhood by elders.
We haven't seen each other for many whole months, but I love you with despair and melancholy,
a solitary descender into the cellar of memory with a trembling candle in hand,
like a sailor at the wedding table, covered with seashells and marine algae,
from a sunken ship, a mystery of the ocean deep and silent.
Youth and life perish slowly for us, you're silent far away, waiting becomes torment,
it becomes itself a form of prolonged existence without hope of an ending.
Look into the eyes of the people of the aged city, who are silent, for they carry the weight of sorrow,
believe them at least, who gaze into the dry earth and understand why
the roosters of the metropolis no longer herald the morning in any sunrise.
And if we ever find each other again, won't the miracle be too great for us?
Will there still be anyone to understand it as a rare miracle? Will we still be useful to each other?
Only God can know the answer to this ancient question...
Perhaps fragile as we've become, we'll fall melted by its too-great heat
and in our place will remain a sad legend, as a parable of non-fulfillment, forever.
Spirit of the Abba Father rested on him -
Perfect wisdom filled his heart and mind to the brim;
Knowledge, like flesh-and-blood, mixed with divinity,
Drew humans into oceans of infinity...!
Power of mysterious godliness entwined,
Beyond mundane; cosmos of compassion combined;
Heaven heralded messianic marvels mingled,
Sacrifice, suffering and salvation shingled...!
Love so tender; love so warm; perpetual; true;
Pure; powerful; beyond mad-love of mother too;
Completion of love's impressions and expressions,
Beyond skies; yet, measures oceanic cessions...!
Amalgamation of these flames kindles mortals,
Conscience and consciousness turn enlightened portals;
Graces fill; flow; shatter every ill behavior,
Physic and psyche turn vessels of the savior...!
26 June 2022
Threefold flame of Christ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
It seemed to Hank it was jes' a couple of hours ago since he'd hit the hay.
Now the risin' sun jes' peekin' over the hills heralded another day.
His old hound dog, Spooks, tugged at his blanket a-wantin' to play,
And his faithful hoss, Ol' Dan, greeted him with a raucous neigh.
He pulled on his boots, Stetson hat and bandana, his usual attire,
And stirred last nights camp fire embers to bring alive the fire.
He ate his usual grub of beans, biscuits, coffee and bacon,
And suddenly realized that is was Sunday, if'n he warn't mistaken!
"Wahl" he mused, "I don't reckon the boss'll mind if'n I tarry here a spell.
I'd jes' like to chat with the Lord this mornin' and tell Him all is well."
Hank sat on a log sippin' his joe from a tin cup a-gazin' across the vale,
Thinkin', "I don't need no fancy church to worship. They's confinin' as a jail!"
"Lord, you know I ain't gittin' rich cowboyin' and that's fer damn sure!
Er, 'scuse me Lord fer cussin'. I'm tryin' to make my sinful tongue more pure."
"I don't need no earthly possessions when all about me is Yer great Creation.
These here mountains, rivers and cowboyin' that I love is my compensation."
"I'm a-thankin' Ye fer them eagles soarin' on the wind and fer Yer eternal love,
And fer the pristine Colorady sky, the moon and stars shinin' from high above."
"And finally Lord, when this old cowpoke comes to the end of the trail,
I'd be obliged if'n I could dwell in Yer Corral when I cross that mysterious veil."
"Thank Ye Lord fer lendin' me Yer ears and I promise to keep my cussin' at bay."
"Wahl boys, we'd better skedaddle and git to herdin' them steers to earn our pay."
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
The New Tyranny
I had this nagging headache and went to see
my doctor, his waiting room was full of humanity
with an assortment of illnesses
The table in the middle of the floor used to be
full of newspapers and magazines, it was nude and
didn't even covered with a tablecloth
there was silence, ten patients looking at their
mobile phones while waiting to be called
I walked home took an aspirin and went to
bed in the night it rained
At dawn, the rain trumpeted on the old tiles
I stayed in bed until the rain turned into a soft
drizzle, but I was thinking of the internet.
our thoughts and secrets are no longer our
property, but shredded by authorities and by those
who sells soaps
we are prisoners of an all-embracing society
all thought other than banal gossip on Facebook
be charmed by clumsy dogs and smart cats
what was heralded as a tool of communication
by our democratic institution, who knows more about
us than is good.
Stasi of East Germany is only 100 times better
Nothing can be nobler than demanding our right to free
speech, not to be censured, and called seditious
in the USA, democracy is set aside when students
are arrested when shouting slogans.