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One for the kids at heart...
Howard the mallard
A handsome young duck
Flew into a tree
Got his quacker stuck
Try as he might
He couldn't break free
His quacks for help
Were muffled you see
He flapped his wings
And thrashed his feet
A blackbird came by
With a worm in his beak
“Sure like to help”
He mumbled quite low
“But having my dinner
I'm sure it must show!”
Next came a rabbit
Wandering by
Something up high
In the tree caught his eye
“What's going on?”
He queried the duck
Who struggled to answer
Of course with no luck
“I'd help you, dear mallard
but rabbits don't climb!”
Then a stork appeared
“I'll help you!” he chimed
His legs were long
He reached up to Howard
Gave him a whack
He wasn't a coward
Howard came free
And noticed the stork
Had been carrying something
A wee thing of sorts
Suddenly he realized
What storky was carrying
A pleasant surprise
A baby duck in a sling
It was Howard's new baby
A duckling named Herbert
After seeing this treasure
Forgot about his hurt!
© Jack Ellison 2013
King 'Enry of The 'Ouse of Tudor ruled merrie olde England, the mighty and the meek.
'E was quite obese in 'is elder years and threw 'is weight around - so to speak!
'E governed from 1509 'til 1549 when 'e expired and began 'is eternal bourne.
Though 'e slept around a lot, nary a male heir for 'is regal throne was born!
With virgin maidens and other guy's wives, 'twas a promiscuous life 'e led,
Though 'e eventually wooed a strange assortment of royal wives to 'is bed!
'E 'ad six of 'em, which would've left even the most virile of men in a daze!
'E soon tired of each and 'e dispensed with them in various and sundry ways!
Both Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard were destined to lose their 'eads!
Catherine of Aragon and Catherine Parr died of mysterious causes in their beds.
Jane Seymour and Anne of Cleves died from natural causes it is said as well.
'Twas rumored that 'Enry played golf as bells tolled each of their deathly knell!
'Enry got in a spat with the Pope of Rome which resulted in 'is excommunication.
This involved among other things 'is cavalier attitude in matters of domestication!
'E got in a towering snit and formed the Church of England as it is known today.
This 'ad all of not so merrie olde England in an uproar but 'Enry 'ad 'is way!
'Enry ruled with a fist of iron - serfs and gentry as well learned to toe the line!
'E died due to an old jousting wound and 'is fondness for food and wine!
'E was only fifty-five when in Windsor Castle 'e was laid out in repose.
'E was sent on 'is way with great pomp and ceremony as the olde saying goes!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 15 in Deborah Guzzi's "Sista's Bloody Sista's" Contest - October 2010
Faded Silence
A room filled with absence when walking away.
Go ahead...Turn away!
There is nothing left to see.
Setting the stage to be set free
Arms reached out to feel, when nothing is there to grasp hold
Cold, yet inviting.
Frozen to that moment in time.
What was left there to say?
Your voice faded away on this, exact day.
Seeing only the imagery of your presence
Wanting only for you to stay.
A room empty of reticence, emerged into view.
When seeking the truth while thinking of you.
Knowing at that point the silence was true.
Delaying the end, as the silence begins once again.
Darius Howard 8/30/16
Naysayers
You know those people whom
Always have something negative to say,
Got you believing you set your hopes too high.
I could care less about the things you say,
The only real voice that affects me
Is the one in my own home,
The people raising me day by day.
Understand that some dreams,
Are tougher than others,
And it's a competitive field;
But that doesn't mean,
It's impossible to make it real.
I know a guy, a friend of mine,
He's about 16 and he made his dream real.
So, don't give up until you make it real.
To be honest, I'd rather take the chance and fail,
Rather than not take a chance at all.
Sometimes taking chances
Can lead to the opportunity of a life time.
It's like science all over again;
Howard Schultz, Thomas Edison, or even Graham Bell.
Three ordinary people with visions and dreams,
The world wouldn't be the same,
without their passion to succeed.
The world is full of naysayers and unbelievers;
The people whom don't,
Believe you can succeed.
It's up to you to prove them wrong
Live your life and find out where you belong.
How to define the difference between magic and tragic
Your first kiss under a big yellow moon is definitely “magic”
Or maybe in later years when you pull out a ring
And ask her to marry you and she says, “Yes oh yes, my darling”
When your actual name is Charles!!!
That's not what I call “magic”... that's more like “tragic!”
It's “magic” when your first wee one comes along
But has a strong resemblance to your friend Howard
You question your dear wifey poo about it
She confesses to an affair with Howard but with six others
That's tragic... oh yeah
Then you tell her you forgive her, it's all in the past
That's magic!
Life is filled with “magic” and “tragic” events
When “magic” wins you'll have a warm loving relationship!
A runaway S, hissed on and on,
like the Orient Express.
SSS
Thought keyboard had gone off the rails
or Howard Payne threatened a slow down.
SSSSSS
Grand discovery…kept my cool.
The letter was stuck. It hissed
SSSSSSSS
I backed up. It continued to trek
on open windows, back and forth,
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
weaving in and out. Had to stop!
To run for help would have been
SSSSS
catastrophic…so what to do…what to do
…keep my cool. Put the train in reverse
SSSSSSSSSS
pulled up the key. Apparently
maintenance is needed but
S..backspace..SSSS…backspace
at least my words are not passengers
…not one was lost…the body’s intact.
Unblinking reflexive opinions lean
indubitably, favorably and certifiably
with minimal pandering soliciting
uber voodoo yawping woos
socially quintessentially obviously markedly
consciousness brakes alignment
defining mine political views
loosely yet not strictly, jerry-rigged,
hidebound Democratic
fealty haltingly pledged ones and twos
to roster of candidates
slated to challenge incumbent Republicans
all to quickly accused,
sans participating sinister ruse
this active voter puzzled at controversial
eye opening ex post facto
fractious, governmental
harmfully injuriously jaw-dropping
suppression within top secret queues
during nasty donkey kong braying p's and q's
(case in point) scurrilous, opprobrious,
and malodorous Clinton administration,
where (based upon my recent perusing
"The Peoples History” –
me strongly endorses
(authored by Howard Zinn news
worthy revelation, (whose recounting
atrocious, calumnious, egregious
glaring ignominious knowledge
jackbooted, mandated, predicated
on blind trust, essentially billeted
charade, facade, inlaid faux Hope loose
bandied cutthroat gratuity legislation
favoring pandering "pork" via
pretentiousness to wealthy gentiles Jews
abandoning average civilians snuffing out
sputtering, grousing, and hoo's
flick erring tapering fuse
whereat this news worthy informed citizen
totally tubularly unaware of any clues
pertaining to antithetical maneuvers,
(loo win ski) shenanigans, and undertakings
today yields genuine boo's
toward Clinton, where I despondently feel
he renegged promises
made to electorate (except top 1 %) got souled
(sold) to remaining 99% cheapest bidders
as-sized thirteen duff heated no nothing
sneezing Schnorrers
spluttering phelgm at me at-chews.
New Jersey has a governor
Who wants to rule the land,
But people have a problem
Seeing Christie in command.
It’s not his personality
(Though he thinks he’s all that!)
Or brains or drive or vigor –
It’s the fact that he is fat!
He isn’t slightly overweight
But closer to obese.
His stomach, in his pants, looks like
It’s praying for release.
So recently it was revealed
Some surgery was done,
To hasten weight loss so his image
Voters will not shun.
For presidents today are fit
So when they’re photographed,
They look more like Obama
Than like William Howard Taft.
I’m really not a Christie fan,
(He’d never get my vote)
But he’d look more presidential
If he’d banish all that bloat!
Let us drift from far away to being there,
and see where it will take us, let us prepare,
bridging that opening from abstract to true,
for a cruise of dreams to the truth of presence,
grasping experience being where it counts,
making the unknown known, mirror that matter.
A broken tricycle, a leg cast, prepare,
for the schoolyard of kids' mouths to ears, matter,
scratched words and sketches of art in my presence.
Parents laughed, "That's not art?" Nope, Japanese counts?
ABC until fancy, 123, there!
How many years of this? Some fun, and not true.
Offense tricky, defense nasty, trophy counts,
ratios and fractions, Algebra methinks true,
cursive script, Calligraphy, I must prepare,
write a review of the movie we saw there,
flip eggs without a mop, takes time, no matter.
Graduation Day, in my parents' presence.
Now, baby makes three, mom, you, and me, matter.
Caribbean in the 70s presence.
I got my first house at twenty years old, there,
Now, I'm 21, and I hate beer; that's true.
Our family grows; road trips, I must prepare.
Oakland, Caribe, and Montreal, it all counts.
Bellman Tom Hanks blogs about his tenure, true,
Tom's the culprit of my wayward poem, from there,
Hustler's Mag. paid me ($). Christian poem, ugh, that counts?
Oakland Airport Hilton Inn, me (?), no matter,
'Apollo 13,' 'Da Vinci's'; post presence,
Ron Howard, a month here, got 'Splash', too; prepare.
Worked the desk, or at home; calls, comp. vids. presence,
Nineteen-seventy-six/twenty-sixteen, counts,
forty years; retired. Family matter,
moving back with the kids as I now prepare.
Spanish wife passed two thousand one; she's missed true.
Four boys, three girls, fourteen grand, five great-grand, there.
Besides my wife, my third son passed in a car accident there, in his wife's presence. The kids will prepare for my arrival, home, and possessions sold, not my acreages of land, that's matter for the kids. My family counts, it's time for us to gather, until my number comes true.
Endless Possibilities
Needless to say, but my options are filled with endless possibilities. For no one can take that away from me. No matter, if I stand alone or within a group. These possibilities of mine are still endless. I harbor not my feelings, for they are real to me. I only choose to share what is embedded within my soul. Never to feed the web of uncertainties that my plague society. For I choose my endless possibilities. Fear shares not this light with me. My possibilities glow within the darkest of nights. Piercing through the hardest of hearts. For this is something to hold, my possibilities, which are forever endless.
Darius Howard