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We were alarmed when we saw the FBT on our video feed.
The Flying Bug Things (FBT) are from outer space, Planet Mead.
A man-made planet planted way up high in the sky,
To do surveillance, and determine if I am a good guy.
The FBT came incredibly, terribly, awful close to our house.
I hope it was one of my good days. Was I being a louse?
The FBT’s record your heartbeat, your smell, sensitivity too.
Was I in a good mood when it passed? Or was this the day I was blue?
It is important, for the KHFS will be the next to be sent to our town.
The Kill-Him-For-Sure (KHFS) is mean as snot, an ugly solid keen brown.
If you see one of them, you know you are better than dead.
The last one I saw loped off my uncle’s sweet head.
What time was the FBT caught on the video feed?
I asked everyone. When I saw it, I ran off on super speed.
For at that minute on that very day, I had been a bear, wanting my own way.
I had been snarly and mean, and I felt the KHFS might follow up today.
So I kissed my family, and took off in my red Lincoln car.
The one that linked with my phone, but we did not get far.
For in the rear view mirror I saw the FBT pointing me out.
When I saw the KHFS I gave out a squeak and a shout.
Of course they caught up with me, easily, for they are aliens.
I would like to say this had a happy………..
(I only thought about becoming a serial killer)
I am laid back even when
Standing on the loped off shoulders
Jereremy the ant
Jeff the ant
All the j
Auntie dissed establishment tarry
I like ism’s
Rembering my romance with
Shakespeare get Gogh
paint my words with S paces
nearly fillled
Along ago there was a go
Why isn’t it jiant
I got flow
that’s
Below
low
shall
Owned
Dethroned
the choking chicken
Bone
Stop bre ………………. dths
Breath threads
History……….. …………………………. Me
It’s left and right side
Sipping like a teacup sip
slipped the rice
In bowled over
Yet
teY be knotted
oar not two bees
Take it ease
ly squeezely
like flies
wiped by the breeze
Every runner has a reason
Why he’s in the race
And each makes the decision
Of attire, gear and pace.
I stood out in the freezing cold
And watched them dash on by,
United by a goal, yet
Most unique in how they’d try.
Across the street, I saw some signs –
“Go Oz!” in big bold print
So Oz (whoever he might be)
Would catch it on his sprint.
Then suddenly a roar rang out
And it was what I guessed;
A shirtless runner came in view
With OZ spelled on his chest.
He loped along with arms aloft,
His face a beaming grin
As if, by seeing all his friends,
He’d gone and snared a win.
His finish time’s a mystery
But surely such support
Helped both Oz and all the racers
In the spirit of the sport.
In the dark of the night, on an All Hallows' Eve,
as I lay down my head and got snugged in the bed,
'twas a shadow that bloomed, caused all senses to leave,
as a huge hairy spider crawled, eyes gleaming red!
Out in front, a large sack that she shuffled along,
so I watched as she loped with that load full of gore,
like the beat from a dirge or a horrid old song,
da-duh-DUM, da-duh-DUM, as she moved 'cross the floor.
Shaking hard, to the edge of the bed, silent crept;
There she was, hairy legs, abdomen bulging fat.
Sweaty palms, frazzled nerves, in the darkness I lept,
closed my eyes, held my breath, threw my slipper - Kersplat!
and as she scuttled off, protecting precious eggs,
I wondered how she'd sound with two more dangling legs.
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for the All Hallows' Evening Poetry Contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
written on 10/19/22
using anapestic tetrameter for the first 12 lines
and iambic hexameter for the last 2 for effect
(howmanysyllables.com incorrectly reports line 3 as 11 syllables due to the ')
The ol' saddle warn't much to look at but it was all Buck could afford.
He paid Billy five bucks fer it when Billy died and loped to his eternal reward!
The saddle fit his hoss Dan like an ol' shoe and sat Buck's buttocks mighty well!
Fer twenty bucks a month and found, Buck cowboy'd fer an outfit called Ruby Bell.
The saddle was scratched and gouged from chasin' steers through salt pine brush,
And stained here 'n' there with terbaccy chaw and splotches of muddy slush!
The other fellers made sport of Bucks well-worn saddle but he cared nary a tittle.
He'd jes' grin his boyish grin and loose a well-aimed stream of terbaccy spittle!
He rode many a mile astraddle fixin' bobbed war fences and corallin' stray cattle,
On night herd duty or on the trail in snow, rain and dust but he allus won the battle!
He rode the ol' saddle herdin' longhorns on the Chisholm Trail up t'ward Abilene,
Abidin' cantankerous trail bosses, rushin' rivers and many a perilous ravine!
He and Dan tried their luck calf ropin' at the annual rodeo down the road a piece,
But a wily calf busted the horn off'n the saddle, bringin' his rodeo career to a cease!
Buck found comfort usin' the saddle as his piller 'round the campfar at night.
He'd cuddle it like a dance hall queen he knowed 'til dawn's blindin' light!
Buck was as bow-legged as a pair of pliers from sittin' saddle fer many a decade.
He and Dan and the saddle had become mighty weary and somewhat frayed!
"Boys" he said, pointin' to a knoll, "When I come to the end of the trail and I'm dead,
Bury me beneath that pine yonder along with my saddle as a piller fer my head!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Wrecked, dethroned, and felt betrayed
That's how much pain I've got; I'd rather be slain.
I was locked in a room filled with misery and distrust
Sorrow was my strongest ally; the rest was a disgust
Fantasy was my temporary escape - There I breathe
But I could not ask for more if my hands can finally seethe.
My convoluted mind digresses from what was real.
Like incarceration, I felt that I was confined for a thousand years
So I prayed on my knees with fervor and hope
I knew that I had a chance to find a way to go out: I loped.
I felt the touch of the sun on my pale skin for the first time
"So this is what life appears like when it's daytime!"
As colors started to unfurl the ragged clothing on me
I felt revived, crowned, and alive!- "This is the old me!"
It felt good to be myself again, it felt good to be happy once more
I knew I deserved that redemption moment; I will live forevermore
They flew in bunches so big
it’s impossible to describe the enormity
of the clouds they formed in otherwise clear sky.
They would dance and bounce in unison
as they moved from one feeding area to the next.
And as they did, you could see the light change
in the cloud as they would suddenly shift directions.
It was like a wave moving across the group
from the lead to the last in flight.
How could they change like that, so quickly,
all together, and without a single bird loosing its place?
Their wings made a whishing sound
as they pushed their way through the air
and you could hear them chirping as they
rhythmically loped and paddled their wings,
preserving their position in the multitude.
Tattoo Belly is coming, the army whispered, clearly disturbed by the idea
Yet excited too, for we had heard how many heads he loped off in the last war.
I looked for my trust squire. Her face was as long as her name, Potawatameah
Can you do anything about him? I mouthed. She bit her apple to the core.
Chewed rapidly, but did not commit in front of the well-armed others.
I watched her spit out the seeds, and then she took off in an elongated run.
I knew she was pondering whether or not to return with her brothers.
If they came back with her, this devilish monster ogre would not have as much fun.
Do you think she can help? Another quivering, scared-looking young recruit asked me.
A loud roar happened at the front, and we heard it way down on this side of the line.
Not sure yet, I responded. Calm down, young buck, let us just wait and see.
Then Tattoo Belly came over the hill carrying a jagged sword, all terrible and fine.
I nearly swallowed my dentures, he was a sight that turned my blood instantly cold.
I figured it is because this is my seventy-second year, and I am getting kind of stiff and old.
Heads started flying this way and that, flicked off by the edge of his terrible blade.
When another roar happened, from deep within the dark verdant green glade.
The earth began shaking, as if elephants were stampeding closely to the battle.
I heard a roar that sounded like it came from the disengaged head of some cattle.
Potawatameah came racing over the hill with her brothers, giants with pure ferocity.
One picked up Tattoo Belly, and ate him in one gulp, and boy, did his army flee!
Fragile hearts
For many years romance blossomed covertly
Robert was the man of Ami’s dreams. Sadly
Ami's parents had promised her hand to
Giurkiran and the arranged marriage was to take place in
India. Ami rebelled against her parents wishes, she
Loved Robert with all her heart so they
Eloped and married in secret.
Her parents immediately disowned her and
Even when Ami eventually gave birth to
Ajar their first grandchild, they refused to see them.
Realisation finally dawned and day after day Ami’s
Tears fell. Unable to cope with what she had done
She died of a broken heart.
10~16~16
Contest Fragile hearts
Sponsored by John Hamilton
...The two toughs turned, both their eyes went wide,
then as one they stared in laughing,
“Look at this fool, he thinks he’s a cowboy!
I think his head must’ve taken a rapping.”
They advanced with their blades, not worrying,
from the look of him they judged him insane
Maxon had seen this often before,
modern folks often saw him this way.
He took aim at the thug on the left,
and fired a slug straight into this knee,
the enforcer went down, screaming aloud,
the other thug froze in disbelief.
Maxon pointed the gun, carefully took aim,
the thug dropped his blade and sprinted away,
behind them both the beaten man arose,
he sputtered, unsure of what to say.
He looked at Maxon, his horse and his gun,
his white hat and his vest and his spurs,
he said,”W-who are you? How can this be?”
Everything about it struck him as absurd.
Maxon said,’I’m a man who had many sins,
committed so many years ago,
but the Man Upstairs thought I was worth saving,
so this is the life that I now know.
“This is what He chose to be my fate,
Mm way of paying back all of my debts,
I know some day He will say it’s enough,
but that day has not happened just yet.
“You are not the first that I’ve had to save,
but I warn to you to make better choices in life,
because in fourteen decades of doing this,
I’ve never saved anybody twice.
“Get out of this town, away from those thugs,
from the vices that have taken their turn,
most criminals don’t end up like me,
they just get tossed in the pit to burn.”
The young man just nodded, too stunned to speak,
then scampered off past Maxon’s horse,
he prayed to God that his words had hit home,
then with a heavy sigh, altered his course.
The burning in his gut had subsided,
no more shooting would be done this night,
so Maxon loped off on his ageless stead,
to continue his long, ordained ride.