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Probation sounds too probing,
kinda dirty
and/or messy,
probably says we didn't work out,
Then reset
try again
with closer
and more sobering supervision.
We all live within win/win shadows
of non-reprobation
non-violence
non-dominant ambiguous supremacies
Probation
precedes Integration
needing wants to work-out
together,
like hypotheses
and conclusions
Reset win/lose competitions
toward win/win cooperative
re-beginnings
Try again
evaluating wider
warmer
happier
more inclusive
polycultural health
and safer resilience
within heated community
and eco-justice brilliance
social
and political
green feminist implications
Of recognizing
appreciating
celebrating
what all creatures want,
regardless of age
nation
tribe
gender
culture
Need to feel spiritually mentally healthy
and physically safe,
To have an eco-political mastery of voice
contributing to cooperative social agency
Connecting
and reconnecting/re-ligioning
re-communing
with other win/win-intentions
non-violently communicating tensions
on our better days,
and probably micro-aggressively miscommunicating
on our lesser co-invest
in good-humored retention
more retributive
snarky days
When our edibles
render us
nearly inaudible
while on loser probation,
not feeling Earth's promise
of sacred integrity for all
Where right-brain appositions
reconsider left-brain defiant oppositions
in dialectical-fractal mindfulness probations
both hypothetical
and regenerative
hope-filled bicameral
bilateral
bipartisan
binomial integrations.
My vacuum is a robot
My tumble dryer, true
They're programmed to assist
My world
And keep it ordered too
I feed my dishy-washer
My clothes go in a box
It's where the magic happens
Yet
It always eats my socks
My telly can now do things
I cannot understand
With mini robot partner here
Clamped tightly
In my hand
The toast it pops. The microwave,
It sings me out it's tune.
My loft has hidden strangers
Feeding me electricity
At noon
I guess I won't be lonely
As these friends around me toil
They clean & cook & entertain,
Refrigerate
And boil
And yet, my world feels empty
Despite this crowded space
No robot yet can substitute
For love
Or person place
We're built to be organic
So it kinda makes some sense
I like the metal critters
But
My spirit's more intense
I leave the shrouded palace
For a walk among the trees
I feel my truest presence here,
My face
Against the breeze
I stroll beside the water
So that deep from my insides
The birdsong levitates
My soul
Where humanity resides
And just as sunshine radiates
To warm my fleshy skin
The love that makes
My heartbeat
Restores me from within
Artwork Credit: @mattdixonart "Longing"
(paid)
She said, "Your love lives on pages"
Not in real-time, not in life stages
Every kiss was a line you rehearsed
Needed your heart, not merely a verse
I gave her metaphors for fire
She just wanted warmth, not a choir
Now it's silence where she once stood
I’d take it back if I could
I held the pen, not her hand
Chose the words, let go of the chance
Built her dreams in second drafts
But never gave her what would last
Yeah, she needed more than plans
Of broken songs and paper strands
Guess this kinda love doesn’t land
When you hold the pen, not her hand
She said, “You’re more in love with the rhyme”
Than with me, or a really fun time
And maybe she was right all along
Every ‘I love you’ just felt like a song
She was real—but I chased fiction
Felt love, but missed the conviction
Now she’s just my pen’s closing scene
In this tragedy my poetry dreamed
Yeah.. I held the pen, not her hand
Could not escape in shifting sand
I gave her poems, but never the man
And now she’s gone, I understand
Yeah, she needed more than my brand
Of hollow rhymes and poetic fans
Guess paper love ain’t gonna stand
When you hold the pen, not her hand
No rewrite can bring her back
No chorus can fill this lack
Every verse just fades to black
She was needy, I was slack
I held the pen, not her hand
And now I write what I can't stand
These broken words never my plan
But they’re the truth—I wasn’t the man
She needed more, she took command
There’s no time I’m all out of sand
Finally, I understand...
I held the pen... not her hand
I held the pen...
Not her hand...
Gotta risk it all for love (20181215)
I’ve had a thing for her Since sometime way back when
But he’s been in the way Since I was nine or ten
Settled for someone else Who kinda made me smile
My heart just wasn’t there She’s been gone for awhile
I’ve heard he’s leaving her Or she’s escaping him
I can’t say I’m sorry I hope it’s not a whim
I know how rumors go But I think this is real
Looks like I’ve got a chance To tell her how I feel
(chorus)
If I told her how I feel, Would I lose her as a friend?
Or if I spoke up too soon, Would I make her sad again?
But if I spoke up too late Would somebody else step in?
Gotta risk it all for love, Though I might lose a friend.
Gotta risk it all for love Today, until, the end!
Always been kind to her, Treated her with respect.
But have I got a chance? Don’t know what to expect
There’s something in her eyes, It seems they want to say
“Better speak up your mind. Or I’m not gonna stay!”
(repeat chorus)
i speak to inanamic object
get up and walk now
go tom to the block house
but watch out
your a ninja be smart now
wait it, aint it painted
he said yes it's kinda crazy
i used to just sit there all day and
daydream
wishing about becoming everything i seen
i can't wait to check and set the scene
im thinking damndest thing i ever seen
An icechest speaking its enticing
he said im use carrying things by the cases
and i never leaked a day in my life
and i only spilt once since they built me
im serious he stole beer from me im furious
well tom report to me as soon as you handle business
u seem serious son, you've peeked my interest
he's like well sit here for a second be back in minute
im so high off the thought of just walking
here i go floating gentle as brreeze as gradual as a slope
whoa hold up i know her i recognixze that ass man
Thats Jazimine she used to sit on me every saturday
well hell all of a sudden im feeling lucky
but he trust me and i got a job to do
then i hear a voice saying now u got 2
what ever the order just take a pick
he said when i was created
I heard a voice saying always make a piece ass wait on me
The skirmish at Bunker Hill almost became a British scandal,
Since the Yanks gave the Brits almost more than they could handle!
General Howe expected the Yanks to toss their muskets and flee,
But the Yankee rabble fought to keep the colonists free!
Things looked mighty bleak during the winter at Valley Forge,
Where the ragtag troops regrouped to nettle old King George!
Starving and freezing, stalwart men suffered the winter through,
To show the Brits that they had bit off more than they could chew!
Lord Cornwallis' troops wore uniforms of bright, flaming red,
Making east targets for the Yanks, leaving many of them dead.
The bobtail mob wore tattered home-spun clothes of gray,
That blended in with tree and bush much to the Brit's dismay!
The canny Yanks hid behind tree, rock and craggy rise,
And were told, "Don't shoot 'til you see the whites of their eyes!"
The Brits marched in tight file to the beat of a rolling drum,
All to flaunt their strength and bravado, which was kinda dumb!
Brits had never fought such a war before and hollered "foul!"
Lord Cornwallis finally conceded defeat and tossed in the towel.
Thankfully, the colonists' dream of independence came true.
Just shows what Yankee common-sense and ingenuity can do!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
at first it was unbearable i must admit
i wanted to stay home, i told my mom i felt sick
i understand now why they say time heals
it does
kinda funny though, its healing what never was
the first few weeks i’d wake up and try to get out of bed
awakened from a slumber that was only induced to silence the sirens in my head
carefully watching my steps to avoid the shards of glass scattered across the floor
leftover pieces of my heart that you forgot to pick up, the heart you said was yours
our paintings, you left those too
embarrassingly enough, for my birthday all i wanted was a text from you
eventually things got easier though, or maybe i just got distracted by the bells and whistles of life’s orchestration
you’ve given me no closure yet endless confirmation
unremitting sobs and no one to talk to
everyone was sick of hearing of my suffering, it was awful
then the hurt started to leave, and arose the confusion
how could you pretend? how wasn’t it real? was it all an illusion?
was i just another girl to you? how could my everything be nothing to you?
silly little questions that i realized i’ll never find answers to
because i evidently don’t know your heart, i don’t even think you do
the confusion was cut short along with my livelihood when i was met with you know what
funny, it’s actually only you who knows what
do you know what?
don’t you care?
it doesn’t matter if you do anyways, evidently you lied when you said with you i could always share
now, i still see your face when i walk around my house
it scared me when i tried to remember the sound of your voice and it was faint as a mouse
yesterday i passed the photobooth we took those cute pictures in
the ones i had hanging on my wall
i took them down, but i still look at them everytime i have no one to call
i look and remember when i had you and for that i am grateful enough
i won’t lie and say i’m completely over it, because anyone could call my bluff
i am becoming empty now, i actually understand you more
things hurt less and i’m no longer frazzled when people walk out the door
i’m starting to get back to okay again, but its an ephemeral feeling
shortlived by the memories and remembrance
its mostly emptiness though
mostly nothing
just like you
i guess nothings been the same
not since you left
Amanda said I was a real “sketch”
I'm taking that as a compliment
Not some colourful cartoon character
Wonder what it represents
Hope I'm more like Superman
Than that scatter brain Daffy Duck
Old Dick Tracy kinda makes sense
Or Sylvester running amok
Can't be Blondie but maybe Dagwood
Maybe Terry of Pirates fame
Perhaps one of the Katzenjammer Kids
Or The Torch to set hearts aflame
Always thought I was more like Batman
With that fairy like Robin by his side
Actually wasn't cut out for super hero-ness
Seeing trouble I run away and hide
(Was really into comic strip characters
as a young 'un!)
Do you want to talk or keep quiet?
I always have a problem with this
I talk too much
And I like to share
I always like to blobber my mouth
and sometimes I say more things than I should say
But the way I look at it
If you don't share you don't care
That should be a street sign right there
A lingo of some kind
Anyway how would I know what you are about
if you don't tell?
Ahh I can always read your body language
But do you always want to put me to that punishment?
I didn't do anything
Just kidding
Talk, will you?
Talk to me
I might be able to predict your future
That stretches kinda thin
Okay okay
I may be able to tell you what you should have for dinner
Nah
You don't want me to do that
But just forge up, will ya?
Things are getting kinda blurry
Need you to clarify
There
Now I know
Just don't talk over me
Ahh now I am getting picky
Okay I'll take what I can get
Just a little slow, will ya?
You're talking too fast
Ahh what a person to do?
You are talking fast, last
I can't put my two sentences in
Ahh I am creating a monster
Okay now talk when I want it
No
Haha
Don't then
Lol
Too funny
Banging your head against the wall burns 150 calories an hour
However, there are some definite side effects
Remembering to put on you jockeys or your bra if you're a lady
Or if you've recently given up group sex
The average woman uses her height in lipstick every five years
That's damn bizarre, men don't use that much
Let me take that back, know some that would challenge that
But male is not quite appropriate as such
May 29th in the U.K. is “Put a Pillow on Your Fridge Day”
Bizarre is the only word that's appropriate here
Those Brits are a looney bunch, case in point, Monty Python
But thoroughly enjoyed their stuff though weird
Billy goats pee on their heads to smell attractive to the girls
Hmm, don't think I'll try that with milady
First of all, how in the name of hell could I possibly do that
Perhaps there's a video to help me maybe
In our life, we produce enough saliva to fill two swimming pools
Forgive me if I decide to take a rain check okay
Nothing personal but for some reason it doesn't appeal to me
Don't know why not feeling well today
A big bad eagle can kill and fly away with a young deer
If I see one I'll yell nasty words and stare
Not afraid, they'd feel my wrath big time, probably scoot
Specially if I wear pretty flowers in my hair
Farting for 6 years straight, produces the power of an atomic bomb
Must have to be really fed up with life I'd say
Need to lay off the beans, cauliflower and Brussel sprouts
Eat lotsa yummy fast foods through the day
Flowers grow much faster if exposed to music they say
Sounds kinda far fetched to this old duffer
Guess if you whisper love words and kiss their privates
They'll start to stammer and stutter
A cushion for the pushin' that extra poundage is good
Skinny-ma-link's sharp edges damn well hurt
But as long as they smell good and don't drool on my tux
Even skinnies still satisfy my big urge