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Addressing me, Dear Dear, My Dear !
How could I wonder, what you are?
Simple an advice , can you hear ?
Take care of yourself : Am I clear ?
Lesson in preparatory :
Serve others , it's mandatory
to place in top category
and throughout life to carry.
Have courage to act righteous
with selflessness ! Oblivious.
Keep fit yourself to help others.
Lend helping hand to sufferers.
Self confidence is your pivot
Dynamism is your pilot.
Honesty is sail of your boat
Take bricks of truth to build your fort.
Already you have reached last phase
Now to leave all whims and craze,
as death is stepping to erase
your involvements and golden days.
I would like to share a story with you
About a sweet pumpkin romance
Two pumpkins from different patches
Doing the pumpkin love dance
Gourden is a large fine looking pumpkin
Revered as the local ‘Pump-King’
Though a country pump-kin at heart
He just loves to line dance and sing
Never afraid to speak his mind
Always at hand to help others out
When the local ‘Smash’n Pumkin Gang’ start trouble
Gourden yells ‘Watch it or l will give you pump-kin to talk about’
In another patch across the road
Lives a lovely Butternut pumpkin called Clementine
Gourden and Clementine are sweethearts
Both besotted and on cloud nine
GOURDEN SAYS~
You are my spoonful of squashy loveliness
My beautiful Clementine
You are the absolute pick of the patch
Forever you will be mine
CLEMENTINE REPLIES~
Gourden you make my heart all squishy squashy
You are so handsome, kind and strong
You treat me as special as a sweet pumpkin pie
With you forever l belong
Clementine likes to keep fit and healthy
She plays squash and line dancing she also adores
Gourden and Clementine line dance every Saturday night
Having fun and pumping it up on the dance floor
Clementine is a wonderful baker
She makes a mean pumpkin pie
When Gourden tries to sneak a little piece more
Clementine laughs, ‘You butter nut even try!’
Gourden and Clementine are very happy
Their future looks bountiful and bright
Pumpkin romance and love flourishes
Under the moon in a pumpkin patch at night
With each passing day, living becomes so classing;
For the less, is a delightful day of mess
And the field of play, sought on us turbulent weather to be healed.
That gladly under the sun; for daily bread, we morn.
Heavenly father's day is for us and our mother.
Wailing in her heart to keep fit while inhaling
The scent of our clothing with a wish for supplement,
To make up of our beautiful rag for keepsake.
Tattered yet nice outfit she do say to us,
Worried inside but cheerful we look always.
Community concerns may be little, in between we do discuss...
What more is to life when you are happy to make others amaze!
And keep wondering on earth how strong you are.
With the challenges bestowed upon you,
Yet all isn't lost to fate afar...
For CHANGE is constant to make life anew
My New Years resolution is not to make any more New Years resolutions!
I've made 'em in the past but they died on the craggy shoals of the Aleutians!
I'd swear to ease up on the vittles but I caught those scales lyin' to me.
I tried to curb my cussin' by usin' terms like gosh, darn and golly gee!
I resolved to be more courteous to other drivers and not flex my middle digit,
And be more patient with my kids when they wanted to squirm and fidget!
I vowed to take my dentist's advice and floss my choppers each and every day.
I flossed religiously but lost my religion leavin' my teeth prone to decay!
I promised myself that I'd exercise regularly in order to keep fit and trim,
But preferred lollin' in my LazyBoy with a beer sans goin' to the gym!
'Tis obvious when it comes to keepin' resolutions I ain't got much fortitude,
So I reckon I'll take my chances and not lock-in on any inane platitude!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
i may call it a leaflet
i may call it a handbill
but don’t you notice
a large number of gossips
is natant in the air
do you admit that the fuming heart
that’s glorifying the plate
should be made a must-read
for any seed-bed
the sun tells that to keep-fit
the health of the clouds
the instigation of the perfumed-soap
is required
with that pituitary
some neighing of horses
that is fastened tightly with cork
now see
if you can offer pregnancy
even to the barbie doll
by the by
it should be informed here
if the question of roaming in the woods
is raised
the highly-educated bathroom
feels very helpless
and taking repeated somersaults
in the sunshine
in the rains
the folding umbrella
also have got very much out-of-temper
Its sonorous tone has struck the hours for well over a hundred years,
But time hath surely taken its toll on its weary wheels and gears.
'Tis built of sturdy oak by craftsmen who took pride in their guild.
My old friend stands nigh seven feet tall and leaves my life fulfilled.
To keep fit he needs a tune-up now and then as all we old guys do,
And with a generous squirt of oil here and there, he runs just like new!
His beaming face shines and his rhythmic tick-tock tells me all is well.
He's a dear and treasured companion for all who in this home do dwell.
Oh, if only he could talk of the many things he's witnessed during his life;
Birth, death, sad and happy times, the struggles of foolish man in strife.
Old Grandpap has been quite the world traveler since his birth in Bavaria.
He's been to Japan and all over America - he's covered a lot of area!
How comforting it is to hear his soothing chimes in the still of the night,
Knowing that he is keeping time for me and that everything is alright.
With each pendulum swing he reminds me that my time on earth is measured.
Time I dare not squander and time with friends and family must be treasured!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Often times when we glance at the mirror
Staring through its lens in powdered face.
We marvel, we wonder and ponder
Over the physical flesh.
O! Do you sometimes cry
Wishing you were carved from the finest of marble,
Or you smile when showers of compliment flood your being?
If only beauty was an antidote to death,
What would have been the faith of an ugly lass who walked the street?
So we eat to keep fit
And swallow pints of pill
To keep the body,
And care not of the withering soul.
If only the sight of a man's muscle
Who has made a home of the gym could scare off death
What would have become of a man who is as lean as a broom?
So here I sit
In this dark night
Staring at the candle light,
Listening to my thumping heart
Linking mortality to futility.
I can only reach you through words
I can only implore your mind
To trace back its step to reality.
All the clamouring,
And all the grumbling
Of being ugly or beautiful
Bothers not the treacherous death.
When the body remains still
And there seems to be no air in your lung's fill,
Then you realise that this body is meant for the maggot's fun,
When interred to mother earth.
All you younger folk, take heed;
Here’s advice that you will need:
Every effort to keep fit –
Diet, gym class, all of it,
Will not help you as you age
From entering that “senior” stage.
Age alone is what explains
The bulk of many aches and pains.
Joints and muscles, all agree,
Arrive with Nature’s warranty,
Which, we never comprehended,
Cannot really be extended.
When we’re young we make mistakes,
Thinking all those pains and aches
Of older people we’ll avoid
Because precautions we’ve employed.
We view our elders with contempt;
From their distress we’ll be exempt.
This, then, is a wake-up shout.
There really isn’t any doubt
That even if you treat them right,
Your mind and body won’t be quite
The same as age controls the reins
And aches and pains are what remains.
Swan Lake
Toes ache
Can't sleep
Count sheep
Eat slow
Don't throw
Won race
First place
Do crime
Serve time
Drink gin
Room spin
Keep fit
Don't sit
Up late
Bed waits
Cold spell
Wrap well
Don't smoke
You'll choke
Don't bore
They'll snore
Drink wine
Cloud nine
Black ice
Think twice
Good wife
No strife
Aim high
Touch sky
First kiss
Don't miss
Dry plains
Need rains
Red rose
Pleased nose
Beach girl
Heads twirl
First night
Stage fright
Written 2nd July 2020
For Strand completely new (4) poetry contest.
Sponsored By Brian Strand.
The cottage was no more than a shack,
But it kinda took me back,
To that place, I grew up and spent me days,
Livin and learnin, its all sort of a haze.
We was poor, but always had enough to eat.
Me dad was hard, and oh, me mum was sweet.
A good combination to raise a lad,
An I was mostly always happy with what I had.
Fishin and explorin just my ol dawg an me,
A good life, as it all come back to my memory.
For a kid not havin much, there's a thing to be said,
He appreciates what he's got, an makes do instead.
Most don't crave more that what they've got.
Ya see, poor kids don't really find they need a lot,
A pole for fishin, a log on which to sit,
A stick to throw the dawg, a few friends close knit.
To keep fit, for fun an exercise a creek to swim in,
But things all change when he grows to notice women.
Then its time to move to the big smoke.
Women aint all that interested in a poor bloke.
They like to be romanced and as you probably know,
That requires a good job to earn a fair bit of dough.
It was time I said farewell, I was off to the city,
Got a job and tried my luck findin a lass very pretty.
Now with the misses an our four kids, life's good.
I try hard not to spoil em, even though I could.
I am a happy bloke, take everything in my stride,
But I kinda look back on that little shack, with pride.
Sponsor Brian Strand
Contest Name A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE NO 1200
March 2023