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Oh my goodness! Did you see that???
A mousie riding on the back of a cat
Guess these guys have kissed and made up
Heard mousey yell “Hey cat! Giddy-up!”
Great to see them getting along so well
Mousey's relieved, as you can tell
Wearing a big grin from ear to ear
Felix is enjoying it too, it appears
Remember this lesson from one time rivals
Don't need no conflicts for survival
It's a whole lot better to laugh and have fun
Than face extinction at the point of a gun
So what did you learn from this sweet wee tale?
Enjoy yourself and drink lots of ale
You'll see little mousies and cats at play
Instead of killings on TV each day!
In my castle, live dragons...yes, dragons;
after all, they are humble beings
quite suitable for keeping the place
warm in the winter months.
Oh don’t worry, my castle is completely stone;
fourteen-foot thick walls, house my scaly brood.
It’s the only dragon-heated castle in the world.
I have nineteen dragon chefs,
all schooled in Romania,
and holding degrees in, Dragon Cuisine.
You know, the exotic stuff like,
Yak on a spit and whale-blubber tarts;
of course, their favorite dessert is
chocolate pork pie and lots of it.
They go through about three thousand
chocolate pigs a year and
yes, it’s somewhat expensive
to breed that many but,
my dragons,
all thirty-one of them,
are worth it.
Presents were hiding in my Mommy’s room
Each and every one of them I saw
Appeared underneath the Christmas tree
Saying they were all from Santa Claus
I smelled the cookies on Dad’s breathe
And one night I saw it for myself
When he thought that I was sleeping
Dad put that elf up on the shelf
They may think that I don’t know
But the lies to me are clear
Santa Claus has been so busy
He hired my folks to help this year
Don’t worry, I’ll stay quiet
Their secret is safe with me
How Santa got to them my Christmas list
Is the only unsolved mystery
Maybe next year, I’ll help Santa
And get the presents for Mom and Dad
I’ll keep a close eye on them all year long
Making sure that they aren’t bad
And I’ll pretend that I saw Santa
And say I saw Rudolph’s nose shining real bright
It seems so very important to the both of them
That I think they went to sleep with me that night
And Santa, I understand
You’ve got lots of kids to see
So I whole heartedly endorse your policy
Of employing my Dad and my Mommy
Now I am wondering about that other guy
Wouldn’t that one be real funny
If Mommy and Dad were also hired
To help the Easter Bunny
These times has become so crazy it makes my head just swirl
All I can think about is what’s happening to our little world
The kids I’m at a lost for words what more can I say
They’re suppose to be the future but look at them today
Our politicians are just selfish and so overwhelmed with greed
Turning their backs on us but taking all that they ever need
Trying to turn to the church only to find it’s become a disgrace
When walking into the place of worship seems as entered a marketplace
We now have same sex marriages, well to each his own
Cause it’s a hell of a lots of stuff going on that I just cannot atone
Racism is at an all time high and we’re foolish to think that it’s changed
It hasn’t gone into remission it just goes by a different name
Are you looking out there do you see the same thing that I see
Or am I seeing things wrong and this is how things are suppose to be
The world as it seems around me is a bit dark
But there's lots of light coming through the park
I hear a dog call me with it's bark
All we need baby is to restart a spark
I know we can break the shackles free
And walk hand in hand like it use to be.
The journey is the present, it is here and now.
What's that I hear, sounds like a cow
The pastures are green, they just need a plow
All we need baby is to figure how
The future may look difficult but will set us free
If we walk hand in hand like it use to be.
Love is strong, love is divine
Nothing ever goes down the line
Is that a fish I see in the brine?
All we need baby is a good bottle of wine
We can make it, break the shackles and flee
As long as we walk hand in hand like it use to be
When we get there it will be bliss
But what we need to do is not dismiss
Sounds like a snake in the grass hiss
All we need baby is a passionate kiss
As we grow older together you and me
we'll hold hands like it use to be
And it will be for all plain to see
We did it hand in hand like it should be
And we climbed the mountain to be free
Hand in hand like it use to be.
Night falls in showers
of neon, and the blacktops spark electric.
The town takes to its cars
and pulls into fast food joints.
People just sits there
in the lots smoking and razing
or just crying quietly and alone.
Other's gather in backyards to drink;
In the lulls between the talk-talk
they tune-in to the distant scuffle
of criminal minds
getting chased around
by sweating cops in their buzzing blues.
When the summer night seeps into our skin
it sings a thousand sad songs,
a velvety shine heals
lonely hearts and the joyful.
The liquor stores glow bright
long into the sleepless night
because we need them
even when we don’t need them,
but we like the way they
carry folks in and out of their
fitful dreams
like cups of cool water.
I wish I was a better man and lived a normal life,
It was not hard to be a gent,
And look after your wife.
I never married my partner,
like I said I would one day,
I wasn't even any good to remember her birthday.
I had it all a future jam packed with lots of cheer,
I owe all that to one great girl cause she was so sincere.
She planned all our adventures,
She never got it wrong,
Even when she was so ill she managed to stay strong.
Couped up in bed she never ceased to show her skills in planning,
Even if to ill to come she'd book a week caravaning.
It's now she's gone I find it hard to step into her shoes,
To even think of such a thing,
I know I would just lose.
At long last - blissful retirement to do as I please!
Take a cruise, go fishing, live a life of ease!
If I opt to snooze-in, I'll continue to snore,
A slave to that infernal alarm clock never more!
Ah, but hold on, what is that I hear?
My spouse says, "Come here, I need you my dear.
The lawn needs mowing, the fence to mend,
Shelves to build and the garden to tend!"
Word that I'm happily loafing has got around.
Pleas to volunteer for community projects abound.
"Will you serve on this committee for this and that?"
'Tis useless to hide 'cause they know where I'm at!
I try to avoid all phone calls asking for me.
'Tis usually someone with another plaintive plea!
I must even skulk about for my afternoon nap,
That I highly prize with dear old Simba on my lap!
Although I have tried with all my might,
I cannot escape from my hapless plight!
Lots of folks say that retirement is a bore;
Seems to me there's more to do than ever before!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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She had a place in London
it was near a busy roundabout I think,
big apartment,
there were cut peonies, asters
red ones seems about right.
We spent the night together
big bed, lots of pillow.
In the morning it was raining
she lent me her umbrella
I never returned it.
I must have taken an underground tube,
it was rush hour,
I had to strap-hang a long way
my arm ached all that day.
I had a place
somewhere, in Edgeware,
or maybe Paddington.
She had a name
there were details.
If I had stayed longer,
maybe then she would now
have a face to hang a name on
and more specifically
offer a certain direction for me to take
whenever I get lost in my mind
like this.
sunrise in the south china sea
half way between subic and yankee station
i am still in awe
of how something as big as this boat
with all of the stuff on board, floats
and yet, of how small we are compared to the sea and ocean
there will be little change in the scenery,
horizon to horizon ocean, sun up to sun up
maybe a few white caps, flying fish,
we’re getting ready to “support” another campaign
500 pounders, clusters and lots of them
f4’s riding shotgun
it’s going to get tense with
all of the launching of full aircraft
and recovery of the empties
between sorties, we’ll take on un-rep
and then get back into it
we’ll do that for a few days,
if we’re lucky, we’ll get out of the
hostile zone and stand down for a day
for most that means barbecue on the flight deck
for others, like me, it means catch up on maintenance
we are literally an island, largely cut off
from the world as one would know it
we have enough fire power to level several cities
and because of that, we are a danger and target
and yet there is a secure feeling of being on the boat
i don’t worry about my safety
my training and responsibilities keep me occupied
sometimes i wonder if we are doing
the right thing and hope this “conflict" will end soon
there’s little time for idle thought
i do think of how much i miss
my family and loved ones
when i do get home, it will be strange
for a while, i’ll have nothing in common
but that uncomfortable feeling of not belonging
and wishing i was at sea again in harms way