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McGee was in his garden
When he saw the sky alight
It forced him to his knees
Because it shown so boldly bright
He didn't dare to look
When he heard a lofty voice
Say, "That we've been looking all around,
And now we're made our choice,
Yes McGee It's you, we've found
You've been really good this year,
So, You get to make a wish
Now, make it short and clear
"Well, my Lord I would like
A bridge built cross the sea
So I could drive and see my son
And he could visit me"
“You see McGee, that would be
A monumental task
Impossible I would say
Find something else to ask”
“Ok, My Lord, there is one thing
That’s plagued me throughout me life
The lack of understanding
Of all women, says me wife
If you could give me wisdom
So that I could truly see
Why women think and do the things
That seems to bothered me”
A great pause filled the heavens
Then a voice came from the blue
“Did you want that bridge, McGee
With one lane, or with two?”
They call me "Snotnose,"
King of the snot!
I can slide down a hill on the snot that I make!
Waves of snot my nose can produce,
Most of it gooey and loose!
My friends that I have,
Wear life jackets and boots.
Drowning in a sea of snot,
Is not what my friends like a lot!
Girls' runaway,
"Too much snot they say.
You're too messy to play!"
After I rub my nose on my sleeve,
Before I can sneeze,
The snot is dripping down to my knees!
My mother says,
"Here's a hanky,
Use it please or get a spanky!"
My father says,
"Do as I do."
Placing his finger on one nostril,
He blew out a goober that was quite awful!
I do try to please.
One hanky is used up in just one sneeze!
Blowing out one nostril,
Is like blowing out a hose,
And that is just one side of my nose!
My teacher said,
"Roll up some paper,
And stick it up your nose."
That worked well!
But where does the snot go?
My head swelled and swelled,
Until my brain began to jell!
I pulled out the paper,
And let loose a flood.
Trees fell down!
And there was lots of mud.
Before I was swept away,
A brick mason came by and saved the day!
"Come on kid, this is no joke!"
He pulled me in on the end of a rope.
The brick mason said,
"I can make you a deal,
All the snot you make will make it real!
Come work for me in the brick making factory.
All the snot you mix in will make the bricks tight!"
Much to my delight,
The brick mason was right!
To this day,
Right after school.
I go to the brick factory and let my nose drool!
In addition to money I make after school,
I've made friends that see my nose as a tool!
Even the hospital,
Came to see,
When my snot fixed a boy who fell from a tree.
All of this I did for free.
Now they call me, "Mighty Squirt"
And I can be proud of me!
When we were kids we used to climb trees,
Get grubby hands; scrape the skin off our knees.
We jumped in deep puddles and made big mud pies,
But what you said next made me shudder inside.
You sat in the sun; I sat in the shade,
With mum’s homemade ice cream and pink lemonade.
We shared all our secrets, our comics and toys;
Had the same pin ups and kissed the same boys.
As we sat with our wine and thought of the past,
Of the fun that we’d had; a shadow was cast.
You said I was black and the dirt didn’t show,
I was speechless with shock, but you didn’t know.
As you sit in the sun, turning darker than me
I try to figure out the way that you see.
How do I tell you, will you understand?
An off hand remark, burns inside like a brand.
Almighty God, I guess you must see man as a disease
This bright blue orb that we call home must cause you much unease
No government is ever gonna listen to our pleas
Their taxes will not save us… can we have our ball back please
We drive our cars and fly in planes for holidays on skis
And now they tell us that we’ve brought our planet to its knees
We’re told that we will drown or burn though some of us will freeze
Which seems a tad dramatic… can we have our ball back please
The scientists keep saying we eat too much meat and cheese
They tell us we can all survive on lentils, beans and peas
Which won’t achieve too much because not everyone agrees
And so I have to ask you, can we have our ball back please
Another storm has ripped up houses, bridges, cars and trees
The sewers overflowed into the rivers and the seas
But now we’re in a heatwave and it’s thirty-five degrees
It’s really rather hot so can we have our ball back please
Whatever’s wrong with planet Earth is killing bugs and bees
Perhaps we should get all our products made by the Chinese
To save the world we’re armpit deep in net zero decrees
But only you can save us… can we have our ball back please
I was on the verge of total annihilation
So it was time to get some rehabilitation
Can’t believe it was a doctor that got
me addicted
That’s something I would have never
predicted
Before I realized it I had lost all control
My free will, it had definitely stole
I was tired of being alone and
disconnected
Praying for my life to be resurrected
I got down on my hands and knees
Begging that I could beat this
disease
I was so far gone, I had nothing
to give
But I kept pushing forward cause I
wanted to live
For so many years I lived a life of
oppression
Getting sober is now my new obsession
Tough letting go of what I thought
was my identity
Now I’m one step closer to finding
true serenity
She sat pondering her minds broken into places
sifting through the files of a worn out relationship.
Why was it soooo hard to write thoughts into sentences
on those days with the rains sweeping through the pain
of such craziness? She knew it wasnt because of her
laziness. Maybe, just maybe, She needed to pray on
bended knees for some kind of reprieve and a storm
clearing release because of the melancholic drama of
just being with drug addicted scenery, not seeing, but,
actually seeing the lies in his bleeding with his wallet
bare and cleanly sniffed out by hiding his feelings.
She sat there..... .reeling.....with mind numbing feelings.
The voice of God is very powerful.
He spoke creation into existence.
When He spoke at Sinai, the mount trembled,
the earth quaked, and the people shook with fear.
When God speaks, His voice causes a tumult.
The firmament shakes, and the rain descends.
The voice of God sends lightning with the rain,
and sends forth the storm from its storehouse.
The voice of God is like a roaring sea.
It causes the hearts of humans to melt.
At the sound of God’s voice, great armies flee,
the mightiest of men fall on their knees.
The voice of the Lord is like a trumpet.
When God’s voice sounds at His second coming,
the righteous dead rise out of their graves,
and welcome their Savior with a loud shout.
The voice of God is sometimes soft and still,
wooing the heart of man to turn to Him.
Listen to God’s voice, do now turn away.
If you do, an awful price you will pay.
God speaks to us through His Holy Spirit
who inspired the writers of scripture.
So, when we read the words from the Bible,
we are really hearing the voice of God.
The world of insects is adither and abuzz
About the biggest party bash that ever was.
Their favorite time is near,
It comes just once a year,
The Annual Ugly Bug Ball.
Caterpillars, centipedes, and honeybees
Are sprucing up and rubbing rouge upon their knees.
Their costumes are brand new,
And soon they're going to
The Annual Ugly Bug Ball.
Moths and butterflies are practicing their dips,
The Arachnida are limbering up their hips,
And ants who love to dance
Hope they'll find romance
At this year's Ugly Bug Ball.
Both the mantises are planning to be there,
Such an elegant, sophisticated pair.
The husband is ideal
As dancing partner and a meal.
One mating tango, though, and he'll have done his share.
When the time comes they'll start streaming toward the hall,
Some will flutter, others scurry, creep, or crawl.
They'll frolic until break of day
To music the cicadas play
At the Annual Ugly Bug Ball.
Bah! Humbug! 'Tis again that time of the year,
When I must go hither and yon spreading good cheer.
Ho, ho, hoing as wriggling brats sit upon my knees,
Boring me with their interminable pleas!
I try to animate the beast with the shiny red nose.
The other cantankerous brutes won't rally 'til he goes.
This year, please clear the snow off your roofs!
If one breaks a leg I have no spare hoofs!
How about leashing your beloved family mutt!
Frankly, I'm weary of being nipped on the butt!
And I'm getting sick of your crummy cookies and milk.
How about some salami and cheese or something of that ilk!
I've really suffered a most ruinous year.
Mrs. Claus and those pesky elves formed a union up here,
Working less hours and demanding more pay!
I doubt I'll have enough toys to fill the sleigh!
If I sound somewhat like I have the grumps,
I've just been feeling down in the dumps.
Folks, I need your help to make me merry.
This whole Christmas thing I alone cannot carry!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Black girls mollycoddle,
dandle cranky babies;
some cradled on arm and hip,
some hustled along
on low-riding wheels.
Brown men lounge outside bodega’s,
some soft-soap, play imaginary guitars,
some flash smiles at the slackening sun,
dare it to glitz elsewhere.
White girls sit on the steep stoops
bare knees out and breezing,
smoke with dreamy eyes,
pass comments that time-bomb tick.
From high wires
pigeons rubberneck like parakeets.
Thin city winds dodge washing lines.
Blouses and dresses
grip their hamstrung trapezes.
Black backyard mechanics
lean over engine blocks,
imagine curvy garbs air-dancing,
blown outward from street grates
slow billowed from vents.
The brownstones take a knee,
sweat breaks over rooftops.
A scurry of hands snatch
rumbling city transports
that beep ways to late shifts.
Those that ply less punched-out trades
slip into hankering gaps,
alleys, half-way loitering’s
that flicker into sight
juiced by the scatter and clatter
of pigeon wings.