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An ugly contraption, but you didn’t mind ; a temporary solution of the permanent kind. It served you well in those hard years when you were most unwell, when you needed utility more than beauty, economies more than luxury, and loyalty more than the flattery of perfumed orators.
But now that the barren desert has been crossed, and new shiny things vie to seduce and usurp, will you forget your roots and the old that gave you fruit? Will you join the vast ranks of rakish ingrates, or will you prove loyal and true, and hold onto the hand of a wilting friend?
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I reckon the empty nest syndrome hits all at one time or another,
When youngsters flee the nest leaving dear old Dad and Mother!
This morning on the patio I witnessed this situation at its best,
When two baby wrens took flight and left their parent's cozy nest!
Mr. and Mrs. Wren set up housekeeping in a birdhouse I had made.
They soon became the proud parents of a couple of eggs she laid!
I watched them flit to and fro as they filled the ever-empty maws,
Of their little darlings from grub carried in their over-flowing craws!
Once the kids had spread their wings to experience the thrill of flight,
Mother Wren would sit on the birdhouse porch to contemplate her plight!
She'd plaintively chirp as if to say, "You ingrates left sans saying goodbye!
You've left me and your Pa in this lonely nest to mope about and cry!"
It wasn't long until Mr. Wren was in a romantic mood with his spouse.
When he tried to nuzzle up to Mrs. Wren, she'd scurry inside the house,
As if to say, "No way, buster! I've had it! Cool it until next spring!
Perhaps when the cherry blossoms bloom again we'll have another fling!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Yes, Let's Do it. Election Insanity.
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Yes! Let us have all felons vote!
Better yet, let's muddy the "Swamp"
Have known killers run for Congress.
Perhaps, even be our President.
Indeed, the Americans have gone looney.
Must be chugging down really cheap wine.
Or smoking tons of powerful Ganga.
Don't forget the OxyContin...Whooh!
Let's believe those who work are evil.
Pit them against those who will not.
A typical Communist famous card trick,
Played by Commie crooks.
Let's knock over every statue of those who
made America great,
And replace them with un-American ingrates.
Let's replace them with killer rappers,too
Or female singers on TV, who love to
flash their woo-hoos!
And a special garden so inspired,
Dedicated to disgusting race-batters, too?
And a special duo needs one, also
Stormy Daniels and Avenatti, a dude so
falso!
The newest one to Jussie Smolett,
all made in gold.
Hope that idea. Leaves you cold!
Why heck! We took God out of schools.
Then like refards,we complain ,they don't
know the Golden rule.
No, they don't..you removed a basic tool.
And to salute the flag? Oh, no, they won't!
Flags are to be stomped on and for the
Burning?
All this sets my stomach churning.
In recent years, our government wanted
Their spies in churches.
Yes your ministers are evil don't you know?
But into a mosque, the FBI may not go.
Christians are a dangerous breed!
Really? Yes, so say all the druggies high on
speed.
This is my brief peek as what's coming down
the pike.
I find it all dismaying and not at all right.
Panagiota Romios
4/23/2019
3:2m PST
With a world increasing in knowledge, not discernment,
science expands its universe in space;
you will encounter a few whom the Lord will send...
to seek a safe,monastery life!
The Middle Ages were a great escape
from the vandals that invaded their land;
and thus,many geniuses brought new thought to light,
and civilization was saved by these courageous monks!
Why are the prisons being overcrowded by the minute,
are we losing touch with conscience,
and is guilt excluded from the senses?
Some don't even feel the sense of guilt,
unremorsefully in front of judges who deplore...
and the offenders ludicrously defy justice;
are we becoming a society of lawless ingrates,
or are we going back to the Dark Ages?
Chaos seems stunning nowdays...
if it surfaces without notice,
all that we built and its splendor
can turn into ashes like charcoal;
the events, unfolding before our faces,
will be more catasthrophic...
compared to what occurred,over
the centuries, throughout those lands
plagued by deadly diseases!
Choosing a safe, monastery life
is not only precocious, but wise;
if your calling is truly spiritual:
be the sagest of the sage...
not consumating a self-image;
devotion is a not a demise of the faithful!
When his stiff larynx shifts,
a caviling bone that darts for cover
as if caught in its bell tower
with a high-powered rifle.
I see his desperate need to talk.
"Those dumb forks,
ingrates, free-loaders, punks."
Salty epithets
march up and down his throat,
as if menacing the very fabric
of his Adam's apple.
Behind his eyes
the damned are piling up.
We are out here alone,
just him and me, and this anger
strangling his windpipe.
He once carried a buddy
out of a kill zone,
but not a lot of himself,
just this bitter slanguage.
I want to grab hold of him,
hug him,
let him talk it out,
allow his wounded words,
to spill out of their foxholes,
then share a dirty joke or two.
Lives a poet in the United States
Who's sick and tired of insolent ingrates
She went on a diet
And thinks you should try it
It doesn't involve the food on your plates
You're not allowed to talk of politics
Can't claim elections were stolen with tricks
Headlines are taboo
Evening news is, too
The country is a mess and needs a fix
Trump's big lie is never to be swallowed
In the mud he's slung, regret you've wallowed
The truth always comes out
Of that, she has no doubt
He's not a good leader to be followed
She will not boast of President Biden
His mental faculties may be slidin'
Age has taken a toll
On not reaching his goal
The road to Democracy must widen.
The diet will not drop pounds from your weight
But you'll be happier without debate
She's not being a schmuck
And is no longer stuck
In quagmires of governmental stalemate
Greasy hair, recall loss.
This idiot comes to kill your kids free of cost!
You, Mrs. America, born here years ago,
Have no rights anymore, don't you know.
Many of you, selling homes, leaving this state.
We have to fund the largest number of illegal Ingrates,
A vaccination, no they do not have to do
at all.
But as for you, born here, arms up, right now..,high,
against the wall
Nurses, doctors, leaving here in droves,
This drought ridden state.
Newsom cares not for Americans lives or
fates.
For children, funerals will be free of charge.
And adults must stop driving cars.
Just wear an ineffective muzzle like a dog.
Propoganda has wrapped your head in a fog!
This grandmother, who lived free all her life,
Will not live under such egregious strife,
10/18/2021
When the larynx shifts
(a caviling bone) darts for cover,
as if caught in its bell tower
with a high-powered rifle.
I see his desperate need to talk.
those damn people,
ingrates, free-loaders, punks.
Salty epithets march up and down his throat,
as if menacing the very fabric
of his Adam's apple.
Behind his eyes
the damned are piling up.
We are out here alone,
just him and me, and this anger
strangling his windpipe.
He once carried a buddy
out of a kill zone,
but not much of himself,
just this bitter slanguage.
I want to grab hold of him,
hug him close,
let him talk it all out,
allow his words
to spill out of their foxholes.
Then break some ciabatta with him,
some Ligurian olives and chianti,
share a dirty joke
between wine sweetened gums.
We scowl at this great country we live in?
Such ingrates we can be…….almost a sin!
Never appreciating its grand freedoms?
Instead fake news paints unholy doldrums!
We never had cities, destroyed by war.
Instead, we just demand more and more.
Such ugly, scowling crowds on TV screens.
Not grateful at all, just unseemly mean!
The good, the giving, like first responders.
Replaced by crooks from countries far yonder!
Worse yet, by those born on our own shores.
Who want everything free~eternal more!
Perhaps, we can cease being wee, adult babies?
Get a job, get off-line, lazy-daisies!
***Note…There is a plethora of jobs in the USA.
But some have forgotten the dignity of a paycheck.
Of giving to others, which is a true joy. ***
*** Note… this does not apply to those who are
validly disabled or ill…..certainly!. I understand that.
Just to those out to “beat the system.”
7/17/202
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In the crib, surrounded by your whole family
You're the epicenter of love and attention
Your every twitch worthy of mention...
At school you've so many classmates
Your calendar crowded
With sleepovers and play-dates...
In college you'll live with some roommates
Some will be friendly
Others, surly ingrates...
Now it's time for marriage
With a partner for life
A loving husband or wife...
If children come, in the end
They will leave your warm nest
And give you one final test...
Will you still love the person you married?
Or will you have succumbed
To all of child-rearing's miscarries?