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That season comes and go,
The parties in the streets are hot.
Balls are held in name for the Krewe,
The Crowning of the King and Queen.
Crowds are gathered down the cobbled roads.
Parades are rolling through,
Food cooking through the day,
Crawfish boiling in the pot,
Those spices wafting in the air,
Drinks pouring everywhere.
New Orleans and all of Southern Louisiana.
Dancing away to that Zydeco music.
Beads and treasures thrown overhead,
Catching them as quick as you can.
Hearing the bands and seeing the dancers dance
Colorful costumes in the night.
The masks covering their faces.
Again, the season has come and gone,
But till next year, we will party on.
B-52: a city on its own.
You mess with us, we’ve got technology.
I loved it when we flew into the zone:
as Ernie said, “We’ll kill ’em till they’re free.”
My job? To watch the black cascade of death
and myriad explosions in the woods:
Louisiana lilt – “You hold your breath,”
that’s Ernie’s voice – “delivering the goods!”
The pretty serpentine of falling bombs
that seemed to slither through the virgin air
distracted me from pilot intercoms,
and radar monitors’ unblinking glare.
We didn’t think – I only speak for me –
you’d have to ask my buddies on the crew,
if any made it out – of those VC,
or what our “dirty chemicals” might do
to people down below. We went along
with what they told us, Audie Murphy-like.
Neil Armstrong was, to us, just one word – “strong”.
And dinks and gooks could go and take a hike.
That lunar surface. Nothing down there moved.
“I guess they won’t be planting no more rice,”
- that’s Ernie. Our sophistication proved,
we sang the Sound of Music (Edelweiss).
By accident, I saw a TV Show
last week, some fancy name, “Unceasing Toil”,
about those peasants. Watching HBO
is not my thing. It said we wrecked their soil
and killed their trees. Who, me? I don’t know squat.
The gorgeous nebula when napalm bursts
is fun from up on high. I’ll tell you what.
Phosphorus bombs beat all your Damien Hirsts.
Dear Folks: Here I am at beautiful Fort Fumble, Louisiana.
I sure wish I was back on the farm in Bean Blossom, Indiana.
Already I've learned the army pastime of "hurry up and wait!"
And that sergeants ain't very nice - they just love to berate.
Sergeants met us at the train depot and herded us on a truck.
They dumped us at what's called a mess for good old army chuck.
I stared in disbelief at the stuff they slopped upon my tray.
It was called chipped beef and gravy - it was all greasy and gray!
They marched us to the supply place and issued our army suits;
A gun, helmet, drawers, socks and couple of pairs of boots.
I struggled with all that stuff packed upon my weary back,
To a lovely new residence, a flimsy tar-papered shack.
I was told how to hang my clothes and fold my boxer drawers;
The proper way to roll my socks and other silly army chores.
They told me how to make up my cot - the blanket must be taut.
A quarter must bounce off of it or your effort is for naught.
Mom, I sure need you to fix my grub and make up my cot.
Pop, I miss plowing corn behind the mules on the forty-acre plot.
I better get to sleep so tomorrow I can earn my meager dough.
Tell Uncle Clyde it ain't like he said it'd be. Your loving son, Roscoe.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
A time in history, August 30, 2005
Katrina unleashed her fury
Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama lost lives
days pass, no help in sight, people become weary
Scenes of tragedy, despair, and suffering
chaos abounds in the midst of the storm
people struggling for survival, the Government buffering
states, cities, communities, neighborhoods torn
Katrina unleashed a colossal fear
with an amazing speed and power
leaving death in it's path, far and near
swift rescues critical with each passing hour
Quarter million people abruptly displaced
multi-billion dollar cleanup to be faced
economies and jobs were lost
Katrina unleashed! what a cost
Dedicated to the people in New Orleans that lost the most.
falling rain, droplet by droplet
pane pain pane
sipping on leaves
fall falling
failing to see
leaves livestock
lumbering, conceited
between the pages
their veins throbbing
as a moppet scribbles
over their bones
with primary colors
heavy-fisted, fat crayons
that melt
into the whirligig
cheek flames
and bright eyes
follow the track
jump into the raked
leaves piled high
aww, rains leaking
inside…pane…pain
child leaves it all behind
the grown kid rounds
Louisiana, not impressed
until Autumn leaves
remind and reminisce
stopping the automobile
in real time…real smooth
New Orleans beckons
but the scenic view
having said, howdy-do
is left behind with the pain
of slippery rain
American Osmosis
Jamestown was the source of this
Movement that swept across the continent
At first the ships were left behind
And people used what they could find
A mule, an ox, a Percheron
Whatever they could sit upon
They loaded up and west they went
Some went north and some went south
They filled the land e're which they went
The Louisiana Purchase was the big event
That sealed America’s destiny
Soon the country was spilling westward
To be the first to make a print
Where no one else ever went
They hoped for happiness as their destiny
The Donners never did find any
There were others rushed by gold
With hopes of riches they would hold
But mostly what the immigrants found
Was this great nation which was bound
To fill her borders sea to sea
With citizens like you and me
We owe thanks to Conestoga and Civil War
Beaver hats and railroad cars
Pulled behind the great iron horse
Of muskets bore and coon skin caps
Horses and cattle and leather chaps
Cowboys, six guns and barbed wire fences
Rangers, Marshals and bar maid glimpses
Pony Express and long coach rides
Wagon loads of buffalo hides
And the Indians who gave their homes
Of mountains and prairies where bison roamed
To live among us brave and bold
Absorbed by the manifest destiny told
Of the American Osmosis
From the fiery hills of Maui
to the dry Canadian brush
from the flat lands of the delta
down to Texas on the gulf.
The weather’s downright awful
you can hear the people say,
summers sometimes take bad turns,
but it’s never been this way.
From the tall pines of the Great North West
to the Louisiana shore,
from Florida’s boiling waters,
to California’s reservoirs.
The weather’s downright awful
you can hear the people say,
With the heat domes far above us
Montreal’s hotter than Bombay.
From the fiery hills of Maui
to the dry Canadian brush
from the flat lands of the delta
down to Texas by the gulf
The weather’s downright awful
you can hear the people say,
everyday the heat breaks records,
how long can we go on this way?
From the tall pines of the Great North West
to the Louisiana shore,
from Florida’s boiling waters,
to California’s reservoirs.
You can feel that something’s different,
you can hear what people say.
It kind of makes you wonder,
how long can we go on this way?
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The Army was getting desperate in nineteen-forty-three,
For warm bodies to fill vacancies in the good old infantry.
Alas, the draft board beckoned causing his heart to sink.
Thus, began the notorious career of Private Roscoe D. Schlink!
He was a naive country boy from Bean Blossom, Indiana.
They sent him for training to Fort Fumble in Louisiana.
Only five-feet-four, he was issued clothes much too large.
"Don't worry, I'll make a man of you, son!" said old sarge!
At marching and drilling he proved less than deft.
He could never figure out his right foot from his left!
Sergeants growled at him with uncouth elocution.
Roscoe just couldn't do anything with sharp execution!
On long treks he was in the rear running to catch up.
Petulant sergeants ever screaming, "Closeup! Closeup!"
During inspections he amassed reams of damning demerits,
And spent many weekends paring heaps of taters and carrots!
Later in the heat of battle he reached deep within his soul.
When those with lesser mettle faltered, he assumed control.
That day his gallantry overshadowed others by far.
For his courage he was awarded the coveted Silver Star!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
The Masked " You Might Know Me"
Made his in ring debut, Mangeged
by " Gone Tour Me" he challenged
Dale B. Finer. Out classed by Y.M.K.M.
Finer sucummed to a Grall Gamers
Bearhug .
In what's said to be
A world class series of
Manuvers,
"The World's Bestest Ever"
Ulster Besputin
Verses
"Moody" Belkez Butaev
Ended at 31:00 when
Butaev used a Cattlemen's Beal
To position Besputin for the
pin.
"Big Money Grip" Dax Dollbouis
Beat Lammy Loco via submittion
With the Casters Canyon Victory Roll
0:27 (seconds)An Areana record.
The Bankday Brawler and Ghetto Suchi
Beat "Toughey"Taltron Tilmon and Fattey Fysta
In a tagteam encounter, Fysta
Was on the receiving end of a
Louisiana Jaw Jam(right cross)
And in the main event
Members of "The Roster"
"Los Natralous " Javolen Suet
And "Tangles" Themble Sommers
Went head to head with
"Gymguy "Frankie Loftsinger and
"The BostonBadboy " Bach Sistra
The bout ended in a
No DQ when the referee
From found Sommers "lyre"
And Javolens "magic flute"
In the he ring.
This has been Kelp Seaworthy with
Kelp Seaworthy Reports.
Big
when you leave home in your childhood,
ne’er returning
until Fall
after childbearing years,
oh the hues kaleidoscopically whorl in your eyes.
i’d nearly forgotten Oz,
dreamlike leaves clipped on trees —
dazzled us in Louisiana.
we wanted to follow its trek
to New Orleans.
yes, we had the boogie board blues
of Oahu, stirred by rapturous waves.
but oh how we craved to drive
off the island, and drive and drive,
on and on... for miles at a time.
we stopped to visit kith and kin,
didn’t fall into the Grand Canyon
even with three very small kids.
we hearkened to Carlsbad
with its alien eyes,
the open sky inviting to all,
then hiked the caverns
with one daughter
strapped to hubby’s chest,
two more kids in tow.
After these extremes the wonderland of trees
red, gold and burnt orange —
I Remember these!
how had i forgotten,
fooled by surf and turf —
the swoosh of sirens
rocking me to sleep,
the witch of the West
waving her wand,
“and now my beauties,
something with poison in it I think,
with poison in it, but attractive to the eye
and soothing to the smell…
poppies, poppies, poppies
will put them to sleep.” *
we left the land of lush leis
and ran right into
yummy Autumnal daze.
9/8/3019
*Quote from the movie The Wizard of Oz