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A defining figure of our times,
a legacy as a statesman and orator,
his speeches became the weapons
that brought together the demoralized nations.
In the cauldron of crisis, Churchill’s leadership
transformed the course of the war
and the dwindling moral of the people.
His firm voice like "we shall fight on the beaches”
resonated with the incantation of collective courage,
turning insolence into principles that united a worn-out nation
unwilling to surrender when the shadow of defeat loomed large.
Understanding the psychological elements of warfare
he cultivated the spirit of strength,
drawn from the people he strived to inspire
discovering his purpose in their resilience.
His trademark cigar, the bulldog carriage
and the insolent attitude symbolized the British flexibility.
A man of the empire in the democratic milieu,
modulated by his obstinate will force
to resist the seemingly unstoppable tides of time,
he was created as a legend from his defects.
A deeply sensitive human being
he achieved profound greatness through struggle,
reminding us that true leadership is not the lack of fear,
but the determination to act heroically in its presence.
The brave young soldier had served his tour in the dreadful battle,
Midst the deafening roar of cannon and the muskets' constant rattle!
He'd spent months in the trenches in the cold, the mud and gore,
And had seen his valiant brothers fall and learned the futility of war.
He'd finished his tour of duty and was heading home to take his rest.
Comrades escorted him to the plane saying, "Buddy, you did your very best!"
Alas, he had fallen and was placed aboard a C-130 known as the "Angel Flight".
In a casket he lay in the dimmed cargo space as they sped on through the night.
He had fought heroically with members of his platoon at his side.
He had taken the solemn oath to serve his country with unabashed pride.
Sadly, he would not hear 'welcome home' by his kin with great elation,
Nor be embraced with longing arms or hear the praise of a grateful nation.
No! He heard angelic choirs and God's tender welcome to his eternal home,
As he took his final bourne on high through that vast celestial dome.
God said, "Welcome home, Soldier! May I present you with this crown!
You have served Me and My people with honor and great renown!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Stilled again across the canals broadening
Girth;
Mesh cages of rock-filled Gabions
Reinforcing patches of exposed and arid earth,
Reflecting the glints that gleefully
Twist and dance in the hot glare of the sun...
Provoking images and stirring indefinable feelings
That begin to irrevocably up and run;
Pictures and voices crowding into my mind:
Immersing me in the flooding moments
To which i am briefly resigned.
Now momentarily staid by the shimmering
Instance
In which i find myself inextricably caught,
Perplexed by something rather intangible,
Seeming almost to tease and laugh
Whilst confounding upon my evasive and
Fleeting thoughts;
As glancing across at the opposite bank
Where drawn up a line of densely packed trees..
I swore...I heard the reel of a high squealing
Fiddle -
Playing ever so briefly alongside a tricky little
Breeze.
For stood there I, wondering,
On a grey painted swing-bridge:
Of brightly painted Steamers, dirty Trampers
And of double masted white canvassed Brigs.
Oh! The everlasting glory of a New World order
Redefined:
Entrusted to those instructed in her Majesties
Construction of sprawling Victorian sublimes!
The men who heroically dug, picked, blasted and
Strove:
To securely fasten an Iron cast girdle around
An ever diminishing blue globe.
Dreaming of long ago, dutiful, Golden-Age days
Rigorously pursued down, what are now,
Weed strewn, abandoned byways.
Faustian clothing and a Velveteens cap;
The thick buckled leather gaiters held about
By the strap.
Many the word spoken in a soft southern brogue:
All hail the glorious navigators -
The navvies of old!
Staunch and desperate men forced to resign
Their native Gaelic shores
And burden unto themselves with
Mattocks, shovels and garishly painted-up whores.
Under the high flaming beacons
And over the obscure little brow -
They carved out the new waterways
To float the laden down prow.
Yes! Men of the Emerald Isles
I salute you and your kinsfolk
From lands cast westwards afar:
The magnificent "Paddies" from the verdant island -
Of Erin-Go-Bragh!
Heroism Dream
They have forgotten the athletes.
Heroically, I run to grab
as much of the vaccine as I can find.
I dash through the tunnel
to where they are about to board the bus.
But I must return to make an appearence
at the dinner party
and I forget the needles.
You watch my sneaking back.
I can't do it all myself. I cry out,
in spite of my heroic intentions.
I lose the way as my opportunities vanish
There is something
wrong with my legs.
When all comes
down to it, poems
flow through my
brain like dreams,
ephemeral whisps
of egocentricity processed
through my eyes,
frozen self-centered ripples.
They are testing the sirens
the ones that warn of tornados and such.
No sirens wailed
when the industrial unit blew up
in a ball of fire. Too sudden,
you can here that wind-train coming
but a loose spark in a petroleum tank
should convince us
that we rarely hear death
until the bodies catch fire.
I's going to be a fresh sunny day
but later
strong winds from the north
might take some breaths away
and never return them.
Suddenly out of a clear sky
we hear the screech of ghost trains.
the local theme park has had
an accidental mishap,
some kids are heroically saved
some go missing
carried away by a north wind
that has yet to arrive.
If you fly with an African airline, start praying
This is a true story, you will know what I’m saying
It happened in Kenya in the town Kisumu
Forty-four passengers in a plane with nothing to do
Just when the pilot got the all clear to fly
The passengers hear the engines die
Apparently, the pilot had spotted an flat tyre
And the flight to Berlin has to expire
The technical staff looked here and there
In the whole airport there was no spare
Nitrogen canisters were empty, no air
Passengers complained that it was unfair
Passengers suggested to take it to a petrol station
However, it seemed the jack went on vacation
So no jack, no air
And no bloody spare
(Here’s the science bit)
The engineers gathered around the wheel met a stump
They heroically attempted to inflate it with a bicycle pump
The pilot pushed them away and without a doubt
Thought he could blow in the valve till he passed out
The air line manager was angry as passenger laughed out loud
He said these men are heroic and you should be proud.
A technical hitch like this can happen any where
As he gave the passengers an evil glare
He said my country is beautiful take in the lovely sight
Before the next aeroplane arrives within a fortnight
IV
Once more I have been given cause to dwell
On that ill-fated romance;
I saw you again yesterday, years hence...was
It just another casual dalliance?
The affected tilt of your cruel and
Arrogant chin, the high piling of a mass of
Staggering auburn hair;
And often I have wondered, just how did it
Come about that former calamitous affair?
Spontaneous they say? Personally I suspect
It was all rather contrived.
At that moment when I looked into those
Unaging, dispassionate eyes,
Still so very black, still so very heroically
Beautiful,
Although saddened with all the sorrows
Of a tragedy that only he and you full knew,
I found what had always been there and was
Most evident...
I needs not guess at your deeper discontent:-
A blind man's tale of lust and infidelity;
Your abhorrence of those sworn oaths that set
Sharpened keels upon white breakers of a
Sapphire sea.
I watched as you raised a hot cappuccino
To those perfect lips.
But what cared he for war and death? He took
His chance, plunged his mouth - and kissed!
He’s the victim of his friends who have all said goodbye,
they’ve all walked out on him and he doesn’t know why,
though the innocent who’s suffering he will always try
to act as though heroically out to put things right
He claims nothing ever happened and he hasn’t got a clue,
he was always good to them the best friend they ever knew
but suddenly they changed one day completely out the blue
now all they do is hate him and he is left confused
When he hears the problem he claims it was never real
and as it never happened can’t change the way they feel
He plays the saint who gave to them and to this day is still
trying to explain it as their head that must be Ill
I think he is a liar who’s controlling in denial,
who can’t admit his actions come from his selfish style,
If he did nothing wrong and yet they all treat him vile,
why’s he reaching out to them going the extra mile?
They don’t want to fix it but he won’t let it go,
causing him to suffer more than they could ever know,
all this unfair treatment received is put on show,
the poor innocent little victim who is playing the hero
That’s the story he will tell to anyone who’s near,
the one where he was so good and yet is left with no idea,
doing what a good friend would and so that’s how he appears,
desperate to protect his pride from truth he always fears
All he ever does is look down on them and lie
taking everything on offer that he will not supply
ignorant to his behaviour and assured he’s nice,
lonely still blaming people though he’s cold as ice
Some people can’t admit mistakes it’s very sad to see
they appear as though adults but childlike they be
with everything that happens they say “it wasn’t me”
thinking they’re too clever for the possibility
They play the victim out to fix it most heroically
the pain inflicted on them has been placed there unfairly
they portray themselves as caring giving selflessly
don’t ever overlook the fact they’re perfect and lonely.
Much has been said, and rightly so, about The Greatest Generation,
And the notable achievements they've bestowed upon a grateful nation!
They struggled thro' The Great Depression and endured the brunt of war.
So very much we owe to each of them for everything they bore!
Now, The Latest Generation has stepped up to bear the battered yoke,
A generation tempered like steel and as sturdy as an oak!
They've assumed the challenges to carry on the nation's affairs,
Building upon the foundations laid by their stalwart forebears.
Young men and women of The Latest Generation readily volunteer,
To defend the Constitution and the precious freedoms we hold dear.
They've seen the horror of war and, alas, too many have forfeited life,
On foreign soil, fighting heroically upon the fields of strife.
The Latest Generation produced astronauts who endeavor to embrace,
And explore the fascinating mysteries yet unseen in outer space!
So many worlds remain to be discovered in God's majestic universe,
As thro' the vast celestial dome they so courageously traverse!
Many are the demands that lie ahead for The Latest Generation,
But they will face such obstacles with resolute determination!
As The Latest Generation takes charge we have naught to fear,
For they've been inspired by The Greatest Generation of yesteryear!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
My country tis of thee
No longer fulfilling the right of democracy
Welfare dependent states
No longer a working wage
Crimes at a ultimate high
To this we see
Land where we welcome fright
It is a terrorists grand delight
Our land they make their own
America is no longer our sheltered home
Our soldiers fought and died
And to everyone our leaders lied
It’s clear as day you see
Citizens are not as free as they believed
Our soldiers fought for more you see
They sacrificed everything
Stood proudly on that frontline
And without a shadow of doubt
Gladly laid down their lives forethought
For you and me to be free
Where is that patriotic glee
from the higher ups set to lead
Instead of doing all of us honestly
They halted all the freedoms
That were fought for and won by our sons
And our daughters blood heroically
Something here is wrong you see
Big money stealing our Liberties
Including , but not limited to, our social securities
The temptation of corruption is too strong
Our leaders have lost their way, it's all choices, all of them wrong
Once just a tamper here or there
To full blown treasonous actions and acceptable incompetence
It’s become an allowable way of governing the USA
Decisions are for sale
Doesn’t matter from where you hail
Your currency is accepted in here in the great Washington DC
America are you still here?
Can't you see
Somewhere cast aside in a shadowy slide
Lie our citizens freedoms, history and public safety
In a grave, underneath layers of
Theft, illegal trades and bribery
Broken promises that were spoken publicly
Seems to be role of presidency
My country tis of thee
No longer a land of Liberty