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Persona
She lived her life’ wayward ways as she trusted the cover
all in one jagged place dangerously designed from mascara
made up dressed down frozen from illegitimate shadows
Did not foresee what stretched behind sagging veiled wails
mirrored complexed complexion walled from nowhere and
never a curtain to fall for applauding broken shards’ charts
Which could have lightened the drama yet expressed in grimace
upon mediocre moth bitten twisted scowled crushed decrescendo
onto silent speakers screaming inner hushed unexpressed tones
It was not to be and the rouge never paled into significance
while injected lips angled in motionless smiles dangled upon
tucked skin where a necklace of beauty and honesty needed to
Rest in peace and one unadulterated piece skin upon skin no
strings attached attacked just discounted stones’ clarity twinkling
in contrasts in rapid descent to lifted nipples un-nibbled alone
Augmented onto booming bosoms of restless denial’s defence
when straight night called and no knight in weapon-less armour
arrived in her disguised and deflected thorny crowned heart
When straight-spoken honesty genuine serenity embarked onto
un-cherished appraisal and plain spoken truth the frank forthright
blinkered chinks stretched stagnation and coffined nails in vain
When the mask and the pennies had finally dropped the vizard
in tatters her persona exposed the fronted façade dismantled
withdrawn and stark naked she owned not a face other than none
02nd September 2016
I met him on a summer’s day,
when life seemed very far away
A home once mine when as a boy,
I’d lived and loved and searched for joy
Twas taken cruelly from my grasp,
the black sheep son, now left askance
As I walked past this house so tall,
a dark haired man in t-shirt called
“How are you today” he said and smiled,
my burden lightened, my mood beguiled
I knew that instant, my Angel named,
and in that moment, we friends became
With all the magic in his heart
my life rebuilt, he drew the chart
For two short years he gave me all,
and fifty more I still recall
How at a crossroads he there stood
a lighthouse shining, and always would
I owe so much to that young man
who took me in and took my hand
And saved me from a life unhinged,
and me a stranger—but not to him
Bob may be gone, but deep inside,
his smile stays, his goodness shines
If I may live another year,
his words I’ll carry close and dear
And thank my Brother from the sun,
—for the grateful man that I’ve become
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February 12. 2018)
‘Read At Bob’s Funeral, 2/24/18’
Vera Selena (Osburn) Hinshaw (June 4, 1935 - July 19, 2018)
We bought our house on Judson Street in nineteen sixty-seven.
Though we endured many vicissitudes, you made it pure heaven!
You loved everyone and everyone loved you, that's for sure!
Your sweet smile and gracious southern charm added to your allure.
You were a stay-at-home Mom who in our girls took great pride.
You mentored them to be the ladies they became and was their steady guide.
You made sure we went to church and the girls attended Sunday School,
To adhere to God's Commandments and abide by the Golden Rule.
With wonderful wit and great insight you kept us on an even keel,
And with tender and loving kindness, all our hurts you could heal.
So many cherished memories you created during the various holidays,
That became family lore and traditions earning our eternal praise!
You were a creative cook who took pride in serving delicious food.
The aroma of supper simmering on the stove always lightened our mood!
Eating black-eyed peas for good luck on every New Years Day,
Seemed peculiar to this Yankee dude but we still observed it anyway!
We relished the times just reminiscing by the fire sipping mugs of joe,
Or watching glorious Colorado sunsets with our family on the patio.
Thank you dear for your love and care - for this we were very blessed.
You truly made our 'house a home' (to paraphrase the poet Edgar Guest)!
Written in collaboration with my daughters Leanna and Leslie
You’re so damn priceless
Wish you were prideless
I’m in this rut of a mess
But, I’m making progress
Not so hopeless after all
I’m not feeling like standing tall
I’m spiraling downwards
I’m talking backwards
I have no words to say — it hurts in rage
To say the least, these birds need to be set free from my ribcage
I’m on the lightened stage
I sing with my might tonight
I’m on another rage page
I’m burning bright with flight
Not so hopeless after all
I’m not feeling like standing tall
I’m spiraling downwards
I’m talking backwards
I have no words to say — it hurts in rage
To say the least, these birds need to be set free from my ribcage
The doves in my stomach is soaring and is sore
The seashore to the core is what I’m soaring for
There is sympathy symphonies in store
Let the rain of my painful laughter pour
Not so hopeless after all
I’m not feeling like standing tall
I’m spiraling downwards
I’m talking backwards
I have no words to say — it hurts in rage
To say the least, these birds need to be set free from my ribcage
Not so hopeless after all
I’m not feeling like standing tall
I’m spiraling downwards
I’m talking backwards
I have no words to say — it hurts in rage
To say the least, these birds need to be set free from my ribcage
Set free your prideless wings
Let’s see what spring brings
The wintertime is oh so blue
But I’ll see you oh so soon too
I have no words to say — it hurts in rage
To say the least, these birds need to be set free from my ribcage
Wishing you were prideless deep down beneath the outside
You priceless, successful happy-go-lucky man on the inside
Lightning strikes your pride
Now you’re humility is by your side…
The ocean beast leaps forward,
Then slinks back, lying in wait.
It tosses its billowy mane, and,
With a snarl, springs up and pounces
On the slippery black rocks of the jetty,
Frothing at the mouth and
Pawing at the slick wet stones,
Sending a shower of salty spray
And spume foaming over the seawall,
Drenching the cars creeping by
And the slicker-clad pedestrians.
The sea, raging in its fury,
Reaches me in that secret place
Where anger and frustration dwell.
I stand on the shifting sand,
Wave my fist and shout into the wind,
And the untamed wildness shakes out
My carefully tended hurts and slights
And tears open scarcely mended wounds,
Washing them clean with antiseptic
Sea and salt and sound and sight.
Tomorrow my wayward thoughts,
Just like the beach, will be swept clean.
The sea no more an angry beast!
A newborn day will find the bitterness
Dissolved in early mists of morn,
And my spirit once more lightened,
Free from petty gripes and fears!
The sea will sparkle in the rising sun
That glitters, dancing, on the waves.
And, deep within, there will be peace.
Nothing refreshes me more
than standing beneath the misty veil of a waterfall.
Like avatar of baby's breath
and droplet of anti-death.
Phoenix burst of peppermint- spurt,
soft chew squirter of mint gone ejaculated shoot.
Starburst squint-inserts,
what is meant in keidoscope of photons,
wet emoticons
of teasing turning on
lightened bent.
In the cradle of nature, where whispers collide,
in a spectral dance of droplets,
where shadows reside, -
in terracotta edges needling in cool trace
lemoned wedges- of quench, to taste.
Each shimmer a memory, each splash leaves
its intent on cool poker face.
A breath of renewal,
like springtime's first bloom s ensual,
the sweetness of peppermint, fresh as a sigh,
spitting as it spake.
Pops in my eye.
Each drop a connection, dispelling all gloom, and refocusing direction in swan lake swoon-
terraforming the deserted crys.Tall in spirit
to become, comfortably succumb.
A reminder that life is a canvas to fly, trapped in beams
of moon, before the ink drys.
The shimmer it ignites- in the heart of its flow,
a gem facet to contemplate amongst us-under growth.
A kaleidoscope woven of dreams in the light, the dew of elated snows.
Wet emoticons glisten, a soft, vibrant sea aglow, transparency of purpose-
in a symphony of repose?
Repurposed-reproposed-
In the dance of the waters, I bask and I soar, aloft.
As the world fades away, I am wrapped in this peace, tucked away in it's soft croft,
willow-wisped pillowed crotch.
The waterfall’s whisper—a promise of more,
to adore
of
serenity's waters of life,
evermore.
(In Law and Spirit)
To take one’s heart,
And meld it with another,
Is the perfect place to start,
When sharing with a brother.
To break one’s heart,
In the service of each other,
Is to perfect the hidden part,
Which cries out for a Father.
No one has the trust of any,
Like a father and son,
For in the eyes of many,
This world would be undone.
If not for mentors now,
On our earthly home abode,
We would never humbly bow,
But be strangers to our load.
But to find in us ourselves,
And carry what we cross,
We must know as do the Twelve,
And ever count the cost.
Oh Lord we love the ones we hold,
While on our journey home,
And long to be as in days of old,
When before on earth to roam.
But lightened on a brighter path,
For hence our pathway trod,
We'll receive all that our Father hath,
And never depart the iron rod.
(Iron rod depicts the Word of God)
Witnessed together, both the bright sun and the faint moon.
Oh!That early morning cruise was really a fortuitous boon;
Ride on the banana boat, and snorkeling in the Havelock Island,
Lightened up my mood; The colors of captivating coral leafs and
Delightful marine life rendered a mesmerizing magical tune.
Couldn't forget the scuba diving, where I glimpsed Harlequin wonders.
Rapture embraced me when I did parasailing and my distress got plundered;
Undersea walking was such a lovely experience, where I touched the sea floor
In short, it was the best place to experience the undersea and to explore;
Sailing across the Andaman island made me overcome the fears of oceans,
Enjoyed exuberant cruise with remarkable memories and numerous emotions
A deep hearty view about "just kidding"
Can relate silence to dying feeling's quest,
Dreaming of moments to seal nice bidding...
Love can't crave less what its morales suggest.
A blunt crazy truth against "I don't know"
Can give knowledge to doubt, gentle mind mash,
Staging unseriousness as lucid blow...
Storm try tempts its unaware violent splash.
A calm norm while approaching "I don't care"
Can bail out tricks peace held in cell for long,
Shaping bravery to tackle inmost flare...
Misguided to depend on pointless wrong.
A painful but emotional "it's okay"
Can't lead on a dark grief to lightened fray.
THE SICK CHILD-EDVARD MUNCH
Ghostly downpour upon not the sick,
but the sick at heart - a child’s mother.
Bittersweet tangle of red - patient’s hair,
dresser, caretaker’s hands. Bedside
manner, sorrowful to the point of death,
but the woman is not literally dying,
her daughter is. Steadfast bravery
warm blanket hue of hunter-green,
orange and blue. The girl’s mother
already draped in a dreary raven habit.
The sick room is passionate - lucky girl
is blessed. She is not alone until
her soul departs. Her mother will live
with a solitary soul-sucking pit, deep
inside of her residual days, memories
tucked away from all her friends, for
she will dread the fire of life - the source
that lit her lamp with strawberry hair,
freckled windsong, a swinging pendulum.
The sick child, already in the light;
despair has a screaming voice,
perceived in claustrophobic space.
One is lightened by breathlessness;
the other is lightened by a broken heart.