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Fire-engine
Now that it is autumn going towards winter
I often think about morbid things to avert this
I think of what I liked as a child.
The sound of the fire engine rushing through
the town; ran after it and felt heroic.
Often the fire was far away when I got there
it was too late; the fire had been small
rubbish burning in junkyard sot on a wall.
Firemen, rolling up their hoses, they
were called that, now they are firefighters
to make it more inclusive, mind you, I have
never seen a female among them, I knew
there were women at the fire-house.
I went there to have mother’s kitchen knives
sharped; they deftly wrote on typewriters.
I was going to be a fireman, they looked so
tall and tough, spitting manly.
Alas, a few years down the line, they grew smaller.
Chocolate Brown
Sleeping Dog
Flashing Red
Traffic Light
Velvet Green
Mossy Log
Shadow Black Sleepless Night
Worry, wonder, keeping me awake
Every noise not understood
Jars me to wakefulness, checking
for breathing, feeling for
heart beats, looking for colors
and signs I recognize.
Soft and Purple
Spreading Bruises
Dull and Gray
Sticky Tape Marks
White and Yellow
IV Hoses
Puffy Red
Shock Marks
Fevers rush, the sweat pours out
nothing seems to soothe
your aches, your pains, I
wish there were more to do
to keep you near me just
one more day, year, lifetime,
looking for signs you'll be
alright, signs or colors I recognize.
The art shop went up in flames
No one was at fault
These things happen
All colors screamed out in black and white
Insects inside ran furious with the paint
Toasted crisp with no complaints
Their secrets too are safe
Regarding the rain
Which was already falling
Kept its distance from the unusual
Watering plants in plain sight
As you might expect
Fire hoses twisted with men in helmets
It is a job worth doing
To come prepared for battle
They came too late to fight
Insurance covers water hazards
That's all that matters
Water mixed with ash remains
When the shop collapsed in ruin
It is only natural and meant to happen
Matches were never found at the scene
*Image of Danny folk's Boo by YC.
A Black Cat Tale Souvenir
One Saturday morning,
fourteen-year-old Danny,
my neighbor's kid who lives down the road,
would come over to do the lawn
and some simple house chores,
for extra spending money.
Sometimes,
their American Long Haired black cat named, "Boo",
would tag along.
The lawn was okay just weeding,
he swept, mopped, vacuumed,
then brought in some wood
from my wood cord outside,
and filled the wood bin,
then he swept out
the fireplace.
He then takes the flip-top dustpan outside,
pour its contents into a plastic bag,
tie it close and put it into
one of two trash bins
with plastic flip tops.
Boo, sometimes lounges
on my lanai (porch),
or on one of those
trash bins.
That day,
Danny decided to play.
He tosses the bag up into the air,
then have it drop right into the flipped-top trash bin.
Albeit, the bag got snagged
by the metal latch on the bins cover,
it ripped open, causing black soot
to shroud nearby Boo.
While I was outside checking to see
if Danny covered the wood cord,
the event unfolded before me.
Boo's reaction was as anticipated,
there was black soot trailing a flying leap
that scampered down my driveway
and out onto the opened road,
... gone, gone, gone.
Laughing in pursuit
was Danny who tells me that
he will be back for the money
after he hoses down, "Blackie".
Ha, ha, ha, goes Danny whose clueless
as to the memory he had just made for his future.
Leaving nature to clear the mess, closes I a cover, grinning in the silence.
2022 April 02
*1st Place*
Black Cat
~~Robert James Liguori: Judged 2022 April 03
One light clap
Then boom, boom
Wind, rain, storm
Willow threw her head back and laughed as the wind whipped her hair
Large raindrops then faster, smaller and plentiful
All the earth was singing praises, the song of the ages, all the earth sang praise
Delighted at the wind~ going out under the eves of the house
Breathing in the moist air, enjoying the zephyr blowing
I was singing praises, the song of the ages, I was singing praises
Two months since we had any rain to amount to much
All was dry, the plants and trees were hurting, the garden needed rain
Those irrigating hoses just don't bless the earth like rain
The clouds linger the moist air floats about
Birds of the air are quiet relishing each moment
Thanksgiving today for God watered for me
Ooh man, life could well
be a bed of roses
If only love alone
sprinkled from the hoses.
If only love flowed like
an endless stream
If only love didn't end
like a dream.
In all certainty, the
antonym of love
plunges you in the bed
of thorns
Much unlike the agile yet
peaceful dove
love grows weeds, rust
and horns!
I so pity the lovelorn, the
lovesick, the forlorn
whose lover flew out
the window last morn
But I know too of pure
loves that outlast the
storms
for one, they didn't
begin in high school
dorms.
They weren't
instantaneous and
impulsive loves for sure
Less whimsical,
and within the bounds
of the marital bond
their love tis bound to
endure.
In conjugal bliss's
hammock
fickle lovers cannot rock.
For without holy
matrimony
Is merry go round love's
agony
I’ve never really wished
To be a child again.
For growing up’s too hard
To even put to pen.
But somehow, in my mind,
The difficulties fade.
The memories that linger
Are joys that childhood made.
The endless summer days
Making hideouts, climbing trees,
Spying on the neighbor boys,
Or hanging by my knees!
I breathe the stuffy August air,
Sit dreaming by a stream
That ripples over roots and stones
Between two banks of green.
When the days were really hot
Our bathing suits we wore
To squirt our friends with hoses
‘Til Mother said, “No more!”
On other days we put on plays
And practiced grown-up looks
And acted out the characters
We’d read about in books
In spring we wore our roller skates
That clamped on shoes with keys.
We rumbled down the sidewalks
And often skinned our knees!
We went to church on Easter -
White gloves we’d surely use -
With brand-new suits or dresses,
Flowery hats and patent shoes!
Winter was a great time
For skating on the pond,
Our toes and fingers frozen,
But how we whirled around!
And now the scene has changed
To a hill that’s thick with snow.
And now I’m flying on a sled
To see how fast I’ll go!
I still recall the smell of
Bonfires smoky in the fall.
Then Halloween, Thanksgiving –
Such excitement I recall!
I’m happy where I am today.
I’ve taken what life brings,
But memories can take me back,
And nostalgia ever clings.
Today I took the car in for a simple lube and change of oil.
What began as a routine day, the mechanic proceeded to spoil.
I thought my pride in fine mechanical shape, of that I often crowed,
But he convinced me that the heap I drove was a menace on the road!
I shuddered as he pointed out the problems - I almost had a fit!
"Why me, Lord?" I mused. It only has two-hundred thousand miles on it!
As he chewed a straw he said, "Them tires is about to pop.
Ya ain't got no brakes - ya musta drug yer feet fer to stop!"
"Yer radiator leaks an' all th' hoses is as soft as mush.
It's gonna need a new one, I cain't fix it with a simple flush.
Th' pinions an' gears in yer transmeeshun is grindin' lots uv steel,
An' yer water pump is leakin' an' startin' a horrible squeal!"
"Th' transmeeshun pan is leakin' - see them puddles on my floor?
An' ya got a broke hinge an' window on yer left rear door!
Th' pistons an' connectin' rods is makin' a dreadful clackin',
An' yer battery is almost dead since its output is really lackin'!"
Now trading cars is usually a point of contention with my dear wife,
But little debate convinced her that our clunker was nearly void of life,
And would cost about three thousand bucks to get on the road again!
(She's proud of the new Caddie and it purrs like a finely tuned violin!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Oh, Holy Night?
Will we ever be allowed to sing this again?
Doubtful in California.
While visions of Saint Fauci dance in everyone's heads.
A once peace filled nation, that forgot their God.
Now paying the price for misguided leaders,
That legislate sin.....a virtue??
Where I can be made into a donkey, if I so choose to??
Man honors man, but never God!
Old hat, no laughs, they say?
The government maniacs think they are Moses?
Leading us where, to hell?
Or...to be beaten brutally with rubber hoses?
I see people, whistling "this is just about over."
Ridiculous as telling me, my name is a big red dog, Rover!
Power to the people cannot be restored.
Unless fear controls, by each and everyone of us are ignored!
POWER TO ALL THE PEOPLE
IN EACH NATION
6-17-2021
Censorship, stopping freedom of assembly, religion , schooling of children,
slamming freedom of speech is un-American. Who you voted for is not to be held against you. The President, is not an oligarch here.. Nor can he rule by
hundreds of executive orders to skirt Congress.
Challenge poem number 13
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The flu is pounding
In my head
I took this challenge
And type from bed
I really hate to lose this quest
A challenge at sweethearts request
Challenge Poem # 14
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Oh precious children came for dinner
But brought along a vicious sinner
A raging virus, now we're ill
With fevers, coughs and such a chill
Next time I'll make them wear a mask
And social distance up to task!
Poem Number 15
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The vaporizers running
And I am sore not funning
When I say so are our noses
Like disgusting germy hoses!!