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Be always forgiving as I couldn't be;
keep alive the memories and dreams
that gave meaning to tender words,
to beautiful places never lost to time!
I was the cheater so untrustworthy
and unkind;
a predator whose eyes got what
he wanted,
giving you a little or none!
I had all the fun,
hiding myself in places you couldn't find;
a liar with many alibis,
who could be extremely cautious and wise,
feeling nor guilt or dishonesty!
Be always forgiving as I couldn't be...
I was destined to find that shining light,
follow it till it showed me its might;
and all the pain and the struggles
are the cause of my denial that even you today
I find hard to forget through my wasted tears...
Be always forgiving as I couldn't be;
I was the selfish one, blind and careless,
sharing with many what couldn't be shared!
I should have honored your purity,
taken care of your needs and stayed;
there's no regret more painful than this...
With an elevated nature beyond many . . .
Seeking to rise from those around.
The ascension will bridge a vast chasm,
Where all may share common ground.
This effort won't settle to be solitary,
But combines with others & what they bring.
So that synergies become the honored harvest,
With yields to surpass the offspring.
Here wisdom must avoid a lone level,
Preventing its wealth to be spread in need.
It must be granted to those with far lesser,
With opportunity that they may succeed.
This is the often neglected, but true value of greatness,
Not what one gathers to simply accumulate.
Rather, it is the benefit to allow others to be
Better, lifting them, so they too, may be great.
Happy World Poetry Day Dear Poet!
You're a blessing, and this special day must show it
Your heart and mind just radiate
Through pen and ink, we'll celebrate
Delicious morsels from heart's pen makes
Sweeter things than cookies, cakes!
Shakespeare's pen, and Dickenson, Stevenson
And every one........
The poet's pen of yesteryears
The joy, the rant, the hopes or tears
And you! The poet reading this
Pen your words in faithfulness
You're honored, 'cross the globe, hurray!
Oh, Happy World Poetry Day!
A Mother’s Womb is the gateway to this world and every soul that is born came through her, be it black, white, brown or yellow. It makes no different who you are.
Mother’s Day gives you the opportunity to thank her for bringing you into this world, no other way, but through her womb.
It was so important that God decided to bring us back to Him through the womb of a woman, Mary.
“The man called his wife’s name Eve, because she was the mother of all living.”
“And Mary said, ‘My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked on the humble estate of his servant. For behold, from now on all generations will call me blessed.’”
“When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son! Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother! And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.”
“So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”
Nothing can take the place of the love of a mother. Her hug set the pace for a thousand steps.
Nothing is wasted. She is the gift of live, bringing ‘The One’ who made the sacrifice, paid the final price and His name Jesus Christ, whether you believe it or not.
So Happy Mother’s Day to you all, stand tall. You are to be honored above them all.
1. She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.
2. She can speak with wisdom, and faithful with instruction in her tongue.
3. She watches over the affairs of her household.
4. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.
Happy Mother’s Day To You All!
Around this globe American heroes rest in hallowed grave,
Fallen upon the field of battle, our precious liberties to save.
Most have their honored names forever etched in stone;
Other stones display that simple phrase, "Known But To God Alone."
Who could that gallant warrior be? we will ever wonder,
Why him, Lord, who in the heat of battle was torn asunder?
Whose precious son, brother, father was this valiant son,
Tenderly laid in consecrated grave, his laurals bravely won?
What could he have become, Lord, had fate not dealt him so?
Contributions he could have made to humankind, we will never know.
He gave full measure of devotion that others may live free,
Upholding the Constitution, guaranteeing freedom and liberty.
The young soldier was laid to rest with the somber notes of "Taps",
Awaiting Gabriel's clarion bugle call to shed his sepulchral wraps.
To once again march with comrades on that final patrol,
And stand formation for that terminal call of the roll!
Even tho' the soldier's name was lost upon the field of strife,
The Creator has his name eternally scribed in the "Book of Life."
The Omnipotent One e'er so compassionate, e'er so kind,
Will ensure when the last roll is called, he won't be left behind!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I want a tree like my grandmother had, Lizabeth said.
She planned and schemed and wrote it down from her head.
It was the fifties when trees were aqua, silver and pink.
People thought they were modern, boy, what a think!
Jennifer searched forever for the exact shade of pink.
She showed it to grandma and said, “What do you think?”
Grandma was delighted, it was like the one she had as a new bride.
I cannot tell you how excited I am with this tree by my side.
It reminds me of my honeymoon, for we married in November.
It reminds me of marvelous Christmas memories in December.
It reminds me of Grandpa, I am sure he can see it where he is.
I am honored by this gesture, she said to her granddaughter Liz.
This night match was between
EGO and ELITE;
INFLUENCE and AFFLUENCE,
TEEM and TEAM.
Like you know it happened.
May be you don't believe it;
No much treat though, much heat
As hissing sounds turned up into peaceful turbulence.
Bayern Munich, calm down!
It hasn't been up to this.
Barcelona lives matter!
Check on a hardened fan.
Save a live, save many more.
Doing it in turns will be great.
As you check up on one;
And I check up on another,
We have wonder to spread
With the little touch of care
To bring dulling cheers out of ban
But the truth must be told...
Barcelona shocked me o!
E shocked meeeeeeeeeee
Beyond having mercy,
Bayern hacked Messi:
His legs aren't different,
Holding logistics are dejected.
Where dedication is highly spirited.
Wow! Danger is honored strategically.
What a bombshell!
Oooooin, you did well.
Been two years though
Stand for truth, righteousness, common sense, and personal Responsibility. To handle the truth, one must be certain of the truth and what it Entails. Truth is not to be sat on, lied on, spit on, but totally relied upon Continually. Righteousness proceeds from God; if he is left out of the equation, it Fails. There is no righteousness but values clarification, no absolutes, Conformity.
Common sense, disguised and despised, is a luxury too few even care About. Personal responsibility, a Divine assignment being arrogantly Sabotaged.
Leave your mark on this world; refuse to be silenced, never giving up or Out. Disallow discouragement to wear us down, but gallantly, lead the Charge Beware the enemy; do not fear him; and about this, there can be no Doubt
Never underestimate the importance, the value of righteousness in a Nation. A defensive weapon, impenetrable wall; builds offenses, destroys Strongholds. Certain and sound intolerances, respectfully honored, avoid Devastation.
For years, we were taught that rules are made by those who hold the Gold. Overacting is unplanned reaction; victory requires a proactive Action.
Freedom demands we sit at counters that serve, not counterfeits, but Truth. Common sense, a security blanket for self-control, disallowing control by Others. Personal responsibility is a courageous choice like one made by the Biblical character of Ruth. Generally, peace and prosperity will follow us when we choose to love God and one Another. May we stand and remain standing for those eternal principles that we were taught in our Youth.
090121PS
Strolling about a military cemetery the other day,
In the distance I heard a solitary bugler play,
Twenty-four haunting notes for an honored son.
"Taps" was rendered for a hero, his faithful service done.
He proudly wore the uniform and felt it his solemn obligation,
To place service above self to defend the Constitution of this nation.
He now rests in hallowed clay awaiting Gabriel's triumphant call.
On that day he'll join his comrades in formation standing tall!
The dulcet notes reverberate across the rolling hills and plain.
He joins generations of gallant patriots who asked for little gain.
He sacrified his all on the Altar of Honor for all we hold so dear.
Even the majestic eagle, the emblem of our nation, sheds a tear.
Since its genesis during the Civil War by General Butterfield,
The doleful sound of "Taps" has echoed o'er many a battlefield.
This faithful warrior who died for mankind's follies to atone,
Will have his name etched for eternity on a simple marble stone.
Dear comrade, you've earned your well-deserved eternal rest.
God in His compassion will welcome you and clasp you to His breast.
You may be assured that as under this hallowed soil you lie,
That all is well! Safely rest, our noble son! God is ever nigh!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I have been up and down the valley
I have been honored and dishonored
Good and bad times have been my lot
In my search for happiness and fulfillment
I have been to hell and back
False accusations wet my pillow nightly
Isolation was constant companion
I was despised and hated
When I longed for recognition and love
I was brutalized and dehumanized
When I searched for empathy and humanity
I was object of mockery and disdain
When my heart yearned for acceptance and respect
I was invited to high society as guest
But on each occasion turned
Back in disgrace and rejection
I have gone round the circle and back
And standing tall and victorious
For I have conquered all my adversaries
The worse is over