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there is a rumor that in Eden
when God created woman
the heavenly hosts all exclaimed
woe unto man
Adam lost in the marvel
of what he beheld
repeated what he heard, although abbreviated
mumbled in amazement, woman
and what i want you to take away
from this story, i weave for only you
as i watch you across this table
red checkered, the chianti bottled candle
while its enchanting flames dance
across the Madonna vision i hold
one age will never erase
only adorn as a seraphic potpourri
is that we must not fault those angels
know not lips that are my precious reward
have never had the experience
of the heavens, i feel in your arms
nor the ichor in your kiss
the empyreal fields in your touch
or why this poor wordsmith
writes in short bursts his odyssey
but tho i may fall short
truly this i do say
in my heart as i watch you
a thousand ships have been launched
that no matter what the costs lie in Troy
if i can hold your undivided attention
but for one more precious moment
that tug upon a pigtail
is the carnage i gladly pay
for the privilege of being the only vision
you hold
a rose is but a rose
but in that moment it became for me
in those eyes
lost in eternity within Athena's garden
and by that approving smile
i see your poor version of Homer
is leaving the shores of Troy's carnage
where not even the sirens of Capri
will keep him from the heavens promised
in that approving smile
pity the angels my love
denied dinner with you
who will never experience the ride home
windows down, and listen to Doris Troy sing
Just One Look
there are those who will tell you
the words of love are too lofty
the difference is that turkey vultures
never soar where eagles fly
Oregon 8/23
I sit at my computer musing and trying to compose meaningful verse.
Try as I might with Shakespearian panache my lines to intersperse,
With profound nuggets of enlightenment to attain universal fame,
My concentration is lost in a fog, like an ever-changing movie frame!
I suppose I could blame this dilemma on my dear, long-suffering spouse.
She's cooking beef stew for supper - the aroma is wafting about the house!
Now, how am I to concentrate on versifying when my palate is just itchin',
To delve into that delectable ambrosia she's slaving over in the kitchen!
Ah! I can hardly wait to taste that mouth-watering olio awaiting me!
She makes the best in town, tossing all kinds of stuff in that potpourri!
Of course there is the best of beef that she has tenderized and diced,
And the scrumptious gravy with exotic herbs she has liberally spiced!
She adds sweet peas, a tolerable amount of corn and russet pertaters,
And just enough onions for my taste, green peppers and fresh termaters!
Green beans, carrots and a tad of celery top off this fantastic brew!
Le Cordon Bleu Chef at the Ritz dare not concoct a more elegant stew!
Alas, I've wasted all afternoon trying to hatch up some credible rhyme,
But my thoughts have been consumed with that ragout laced with thyme!
Ah! My wife announces supper is ready so I'm gonna load my plate!
That poetic masterpiece I had in mind today will just have to wait!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
There are two laws that precede any others:
Love first thy God, and then love thy brothers.
But when we see another engaged in some wrong,
do we offer forgiveness or join with the throng
casting their stones, as their hatred they spew
claiming God’s judgment to back what they do.
“It says in the bible, don’t do this, don’t do that…”
Does anyone wonder why the message falls flat?
We go to our churches, and sing songs of praise
but then when we leave we embrace sinful ways.
We claim to know Jesus, we’ve felt of his love
but rather than spread that, we push and we shove.
Yet forcing our morals on others is flawed
do we really think that will bring them to God?
We seem to forget, life is meant to be hard,
that all of us struggle, and in that regard
we are no better than any known sinner,
if we must cleanse a vessel, can we make it the inner?
When others are doing some act we despise,
trust God with the judgment and silence the cries.
Let’s open our hearts, look again at God’s child
struggling through life, and by others reviled.
Let us offer a haven, our friendship, and care
let us strengthen the weary, give hope to despair.
For loving thy brother, comes not with condition
and failing to do so is guilt by omission.
For there are two laws that precede any others:
Love first thy God, and then love thy brothers.
08/16/15
Three-hundred bodies shrouded in the snow -
stiff symbols of man's evil painted red.
Did horror freeze on the faces also
of women, men and kids who simply fled?
They ran from men outnumbering each one
of them and who with mountain guns shot dead
the half of them who had no chance to run!
Imagine fleeing, filled with so much dread.
Two miles some women ran to get away.
Unarmed and innocent, they must have pled
when found, but troopers shot them anyway.
At one dead woman's breast, a child still fed!
Some boys who hid were told they would be spared
if they'd come forth, but they were circled by
a number of cruel soldiers when they dared
to show themselves. Those beasts wished them to die.
The boys were butchered; then they lay in mud
along with their good fathers once so strong,
Ravines and hills were running with their blood,
and vanished now would be their Ghost Dance song.
This happened in my homeland of the free
but not so brave, yet twenty medals went
to men who took part in that killing spree
(said honor given by the government).
That cold bleak morning, few of them survived.
For white folks, though, a great new century
was just ahead, but all the dreams had died
for those Lacotas killed at Wounded Knee.
For Anthony Biaanco's Guns Contest
I know of when they built it, I know of its’ demise
I know the wood and steel of which it was comprised,
T’is not the wooden beams, nor steel or even nails
T’is the bridge’s character that still today prevails
Countless steps passed over the old worn wooden planks
As it lay there silently across opposing banks
And underneath it, in the shadow it once made
So many laughing children in that shadow played
And there was I among them, in exuberant delight
Filling the fantasies in a youthful summers’ flight,
Chasing dull green bullfrogs and butterflies so free
In the bridge’s shadow … provided there for me.
Recollection floods over me, within my mem’rys’ eye
Recalling days of old … slowly drifting by.
The Old Red Covered Bridge, of course, is just a memory
Still within my mind it’s prompting reverie
And often on occasion, I go to where it stood
Hoping again to see: the steel, the nails and wood.
You abused me physically and mentally,
I thought you had my back totally.
I was locked in a mental jail cell,
our union together was a living hell.
Your vicious attacks tarnished my self worth,
that I constantly questioned my birth.
You were a warden of mental abuse,
I gave up on us, what was the use?
When I finally got the strength to get up and leave ,
I sabotaged other relationships like you wouldn't believe .
You remained the warden of my miserable life,
and my life was nothing but misery and strife.
I hated you right down to the core,
my hatred for you was never a bore.
Until someone shared the good news,
of Jesus Christ , I had nothing to lose.
He forgave me for all that I had done,
I realised the victory was already won.
I felt free and no longer bound,
I was able to stand my ground .
I had no choice but to forgive you ,
because I was no longer sad and blue.
In that moment I became totally free,
I want to share this with others like me.
Inspired by the “Healing Power Of Forgiveness.
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
10-29-17
In God's time we all go back to Him
And it's only in deep sleep,
that we are able to ascend to Him
So that our souls He keeps
In God's time we leave this earth
Back to our first homes
And it's our time on this earth
That determines if by He's side we'll have a home
In God's time we return to He's keep
To his hold to take into account
Of all the days that we did keep,
He's word for every action He does count
In God's time we all rest
And forever we remain in that way
So rest well dear rest
It is well cause that's all our way
Forever missed
The PO£T
Thank you very much
For having such a heart,
such a blooming heart,
such a bleeding heart,
and guiding and guarding
that child from them,
from that pack of wolves.
A decade ago, it happened,
and it happened for a decade.
Occasionally, instantly and
insistently, they released
Montague – Capulet grudge,
they trudged generationally,
on him, that trembling lamb.
They used his bed as their stag
to keep their pet pig –
mud bathing pig,
yet you saved him from wallowing
in that mud-spread, stenchy bed.
A decade ago, it happened,
and it happened for a decade.
Their mammoth-like wrongs
flew so soft as bird feathers,
yet his chin-tip-size mistakes
blew like king-size gas balloons.
A decade ago, it happened
and it happened for a decade.
Harbouring grudge on none,
you did shield him, as a boulder,
and trained him to face threats
without harbouring grudge on none.
A decade ago, it happened
and it happened for a decade.
Thank you for being
such a beacon, such a guru,
guarding him and guiding him
to live as a man with no grudge,
yet with love,
oozing – soothing love.
Submitted to Silent One’s “Catharsis Poetry Poetry Contest” on Dec. 7, 2020
Beloved, they will hate you with jealous hearts
and try to destroy you from off the earth.
They will hurl their insults and lies like darts,
denying your special place and your worth.
From your unlikely lineage I came,
(small in number, but never defeated)
to bear the world's burden of sin and shame.
As they treated me, so you will be treated.
Apple of my eye, they will despise you.
The whole world will stand in opposition,
but with my might I will protect you,
and they will marvel at your secure position.
Those who try to destroy you will perish,
but those who bless you, I will also bless.
My chosen great nation, whom I cherish,
by you, the whole world will know and confess.
With trembling, all will know that I am
the One who reigns upon the throne,
the God of Jacob, Isaac, and Abraham.
who saves the lowly and knows His own.
Zechariah 12:3
3 And in that day will I make Jerusalem a burdensome stone for all people: all that burden themselves with it shall be cut in pieces, though all the people of the earth be gathered together against it.
Genesis 12:2-3
And I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and thou shalt be a blessing:
And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed.
1/22/2020
“So long as you have food in your mouth,
you have solved all the questions for the time being.”
_ by Frank Kafka
Oh yes, I am known as a Mouse!
For months I've survived in their house.
I hunt here alone-
At least in this zone.
My food source is one I espouse!
On their buffet bar rests a plate
Of Reese's Cups, they sometimes ate.
But they do not know-
At night by moon's glow,
I stash them for a future date.
To holes on an old bookcase floor,
I carry each ready to store
And stack them up high,
As I proudly sigh,
Now I will be hungry no more!
But, one night I found they were gone!
Each one of my treats was withdrawn!
In that spot they placed
A trap- set and braced!
I left there before the new dawn!
So hard I had worked every night;
Each one I had moved with great might.
If they only knew
What I had gone through-
They would have admired my plight!
But, I'm just a Mouse and I fail
To live life on a greater scale.
For much, I don't ask-
To eat is my task!
Move on- to what fate will avail.