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A race against time ..
As her life is faced with challenges..
A tragic loss of a loved one ..
Grief strikes her like a hot iron..
The pain intensifies as it shoots through her heart..
Paralyzed in mourning..
Feeling trapped inside a frozen tundra..
A race against time..
As she rushes to escape her sorrow..
She imagines Serenity..
Peace floating through her..
As she races against time..
Grief striken tears are shed..
As her eyes are blinded by pain..
In a moment of silence..
She prays for strength..
Seeking for courage to carry on..
She races in a new direction..
Where her heart is healed..
Where she no longer carries a torch of pain..
She walks in nature..
Song birds sing in tune of the wind..
Softly..
The wind cries her name ..
Joyful cries become music to her ears..
In a moment of silence..
She glows..
As the inner light inside her shines brightly..
Her prayers have been answered..
From out of the past, they pursue me-
I, his heart's nominee!
I hear footsteps in the hall-
I fear that I'm about to fall.
The face of love is in my mind;
His footsteps are not far behind.
Irrepressible one, come, come.
What corner of dreams are you from?
I hear footsteps on the stair,
And yes, my heart is aware.
I hear the love songs in the night...
I feel that I am in his sight.
I hear footsteps closer still...
Inside myself I feel the thrill!
Softly does destiny arrive.
Tenderly dreams come alive.
I hear the knock upon the door-
A shadow falls upon the floor!
And slowly I lift my eyes-
And my being intensifies!
the rain is my motivaton to cry the night away
it is the inspiration for a solitary serenade
it echoes through the mausoleum of memories in my mind
and it washes away the pain with the help of father time
the rain reunites the senses and induces tranquility within
it also intensifies emotions like the ocean against the wind
it offers harmony to humanity and it calms the savage beast
it cleanses soul, self and spirit to say the very least
it renders a mirror into your soul that magnifies your ways
like the puddle from the rain reflecting the image it displays
happiness is to day like rain is to tomorrow
how can we ever know happiness if we never known the sorrow?
From the murky skies...filled with a legion of clouds,
A brave haze descends upon the bastion of granite.
A deafening thud...shakes the fortress,
Alarming and instilling fear over the populace.
The city of stone...awakened...confronted...
The halls...blackened by the absence of torches.
Massive gusts...blustered the flames,
Dispersed echoes...scattered down the corridors,
As the ground quivered from the flap of wings.
A pallid moon illuminates doom,
An enormous silhouette...breathes a heavily rancid breath.
A late night attack from a winged serpent,
Intensifies the threat and terror...outlining defeat!
The royal armies defeat their battles,
But this is a battle that won’t be conquered.
The legends of yore...of gigantic beasts has come to pass.
And without inflicting harm...the silver serpent,
Leapt quietly...back into the night sky from which it came.
Leaving behind the horrific yet wonderful memory,
Of it’s mythic yet colossal presence...retold from the days of yore.
Of the curious eyes...from a stonily beast,
That stopped to see what shined...from the sky.
The passengers were in their seats
When something was announced –
Employees had to fly and so
Four people would be bounced.
Requests with compensation
Met with silence, so United
Chose some “random” ticket holders
To deplane and thus ignited
Quite a controversy, since one man
Just out and out refused.
His bodily removal left him
Furious and bruised.
The gentleman, a doctor,
Had some patients to attend to.
United workers didn’t care;
Nor did they pretend to.
Of course, the scene was filmed
And now those so-called “friendly skies”
Will be filled with cancellations
As the rage intensifies.
A tree is a tree,
whether small or tall, but free,
touch it to feel its vibes,
watch it to feel its hues.
Spring delights trees,
Blossoms bloom, fragrance teems,
Bees and birds taste the nectar so sweet,
Touch and feel the hope of future meet.
Oblivious to summer heat and wind,
shelters the birds and bees in kind,
Stands tall for selfless service with elegance,
Keeps engraved love message forever with grace.
Autumn trees display glamour of falling colorful leaves,
gloom and doom of loneliness intensifies,
The leaves get trampled, twirled around in swirling wind,
Get close to a tree to feel the lonesome sadness in mind.
The winter trees, standing bare bones,
Cold rain and snow freezing its bones,
With branches raised, reaching for the sky,
Inviting divinity, survival spirits fly.
Fog of War (Attrition)
Had they forgotten nothing?
Or perhaps remember too much.
Amidst the air-raid siren signals.
This is the way of our village.
Faded ghosts and tumbling graves.
While the overcast clouds refuse to break,
In unison. Though our chapel is a beacon,
It is now empty. The signals remain.
We could hear the cries from afar.
Crimson red light flashes across the sky.
As we wonder, are we all going to die?
Silent ashes, veils of ruin, displacement
Spread like hot lava, rushing over russet
Color stains blood on the pavement.
The blood of the system collapses.
Onto life without boundaries that can’t
Be contained, regional empire tectonic
Shift in the fractured border line.
Meanwhile, the reprisal intensifies.
It’s mortified chants: time to die!
This defiance is a persistence to annihilate,
Their existence, a devastating conflict,
Ominous looms in a shaded view.
Strife ravaged, has stripped life out of
A vacuum in this infrastructure population
Now fleeing their homeland.
Migrant echoes remnants of the past, now
Haunts the present; shadows of tomorrow.
With nothing but wounds that never fully heal.
This place was once their residence; every scene
Now fades into decay.
An endemic war cycle; disturbance, systematic,
On an unprecedented scale that persists.
While the people suffer unforgettable years.
Commitment is a permanent show
where love is its harmonic sound.
I'm not really down with that show
although I will feature the crowd
But somewhere across the stands
I am sitting in wait and in hold.
The chances are within my hands
Let me sell you this gold!
I can be that glass of water to quench your thirst
I can feel for you a love that intensifies
I can be the one you turn to when the lights go out
I can be for you,
I can be,
Whatever you desire
I don't want commitment
I don't need proposals
All i need is you time
Get drunk in the incense of time
I will be lying in wait
Waiting to snatch up my prey
Why bother with love, why bother with pain
Feed the beast through lust
I can be your sphere of influence in your life
I can feel for you a tender side you want to deny
I can be the voice you silence in the dark
I can be,
I WILL be,
Whatever you require
Her faith must have come from her mother's voice:
that woman who took her to church taught her how to pray,
perhaps angels resemble her in her pure innocence;
does Lily ever skips a prayer...wouldn't she rather play?
For now her stuffed dolls lay on the neat carpet with a Glade's rose scent,
later she will rewind the red music box and listen to hymns...
while mages of Heaven appear within the clouds of the escaping sunset;
she knows that it's the home of children who died of an illness.
" Lord, you made all that these small eyes see and admire...
let me grow up without pain and fear, yet much I have to accomplish;
my desire is a wish for peace that all can feel and share,
let evil replace goodness, and light darkness: never to be buried in ash! "
The calm evening of August brings on the shrieking sound of a lonely cricket;
she hears rustling noises coming from the trees below, but she shivers a bit:
what could it be? She peeks and sees an owl perched, and his cry stupefies,
did he come to watch her devoted hands of child that pray as the mist intensifies?
Some folks complain that rainy days get them down in the dumps,
Causin' depression and a dreadful case of the grumps!
But I relish rainy days, cozily ensconced by the fire,
And rain peltin' my window pane, a sound of which I never tire!
Even though the day is cloudy and somewhat drear,
Absorbed in a good book and listenin' to music brings me cheer.
Why would I want to do anything else, as I stifle a yawn;
Besides, the welcome rain is needed for my thirsty lawn!
I s'pose I could catch up on chores that I've left undone,
But just thinkin' about that doesn't sound like much fun.
I'll just procrastinate, meditate and watch the world pass by.
Should the telephone ring, I don't even think I'll reply!
The storm intensifies, the gale lashes around the house,
As I, contented, have coffee and reminisce with my spouse.
Simba the cat snoozes in his usual place nigh the hearth.
Later, he hops in my lap, purrin' for all he's worth!
I'm gonna relax and listen to the rain's soothin' serenade,
As it continues to pelt my windows in a blindin' cascade,
For I know that tomorrow these simple pleasures I must forego;
Alas, I'll have the garden to weed and that pesky lawn to mow!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Honorable Mention in the "Monsoon Storms" Contest - June 2010
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Honorable Mention in "Monsoon Storm" Contest - June 2010