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Daddy read another fairy tale and nightly prayers were said.
He tenderly kissed his little princess and gently tucked her in bed.
Pausing to gaze upon her sweet face lying in innocent repose,
He mused, "She's more beautiful than God's most magnificent rose!"
Moonbeams stroke her golden curls as through the panes they stream,
Also, lighting the way for pleasant things of which she'll later dream.
Mister Bear lies by her side - she clutched him in tight embrace,
He who will guard her from ferocious ogres that she might face!
Her toys leapt to life - in her visions they danced about with glee!
Miss Molly her dolly invited her to scrumptious scones and tea.
Mister Brown the silly clown staged a very exciting show.
Madame Katrina the ballerina danced daintily on heel and toe!
Brian the stuffed lion loosed a mighty roar joining in the fray,
Challenging Gus the hippopotamus as they jousted in friendly play.
Mack the Jack-In-The-Box performed his whimsical routine,
Trying to upstage the frisky puppets, Clarence and Christine!
Vince her prince carried her away on Rocky his rocking horse,
To a castle made of Lincoln Logs, living ever happily of course!
At dawn her dreams were over - she awoke to hug Mom and Dad,
Sleepily saying, "I'm kinda tired but what a fun night I had!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 14 Jun 2015 All Rights Reserved
Entry for Thomas Martin's "Show But Don't Tell" Contest
Inspired by Leonard Mack*. Blessings and best wishes for a wonderful new life.
Let's celebrate your victory
By Michelle Morris
05/09/2023
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to you
Let's celebrate your victory
Your freedom so new
You have overcome your losses
You have overcome your traumas
You have walked through the Darkness
You have walked into Light and wholeness
Celebrate your wins
Forget about your sorrows
Celebrate your blessings
Embrace the best of your tomorrows
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Enjoy your best one ever
Best wishes for a wonderful life
And blessings beyond forever
© Michelle Morris, 2023
* Leonard enjoyed his birthday on 05 September. He was also released from prison after being locked up for 47 years because of a wrongful conviction. His conviction was overturned due to DNA evidence.
Leonard and I share the same birthday. He has much to celebrate.
Please, mister, take me back in time
To the 1960’s, so sublime
Loan me your machine that changes time
What is wrong, are you a Mime?
Please mister, take me to the days
When everyone was nice in all their ways.
Take me to the 60’s when we were all sunny and fun.
And everyone took care of all the children on the run.
Take me back to a time when everyone’s mom gave you a whack.
Take me back to the time when people cared if you drank from a paper sack.
Take me back to a time when the entire neighborhood was concerned about you, Mack.
Please mister, I am pleading with you, Let me get in your time machine and travel back.
Where did you get that oatmeal cookie I asked Jack.
Off the oatmeal cookie tree, we keep it out back.
His mother gave the kitchen counter a tiny whack.
With her old-fashioned apron made from a flour sack.
I got into their frig and got myself some pepper jack.
Where is your other kid? Oh, she said, do you mean Zack?
I did not know about him. I meant your little one, Mack.
He is with my husband, eating lunch at Restaurant Jack Stack.
Jack got excited and asked “With Frick and Frack?”
They are his cousins; the three are usually a pack.
Yes, said his mother, and also with Uncle Hack.
The acks in this family, they simply don’t lack.
I am juggling machetes
There are rhinos on my toes
Raccoon and opossum are on the porch
Growling.
My teeth hurt my gums.
I am wishing they were gone.
A Mack Truck has come down my driveway
Or there is thundering outside
I don’t care which.
My toilet is perpetually making dripping sounds
Is this driving me any nuttier than I have been all week?
Who is coming to save me from this warped mind?
This mind that is afraid of her own closet?
An imagination that does not dare
Look under the bed?
Where is my exotic, inspired, dangerously handsome super hero?
Why am I the one who brings the meat to the potlucks?
I am juggling machetes and there are rhinos on my toes.
Enterprising monkeys bought six tents in all.
We formed a circus, they all would call.
Tried to peek up under the tents of course.
Were chased off by a cow, pig and a horse.
You’ve met our security team! They are all right!
Monkey smiled so hard, his teeth looked overly white.
We have tricks you have never seen before, he said.
Their prices were outrageous, over my head.
We forked over the cash, went inside to have a look.
Tired lion was yawning, his proximity had me kind of shook.
If he takes a giant leap he will be in my lap! I said.
I could mmediately be declared dead.
Didn’t stay for the show, wanted our money back.
It’s not that kind of a circus said ringmaster, Mack.
Does anyone stay? I had a valid reaction.
They usually get chased out, so you should have some satisfaction.
Cora and Captain Hook arrive in Once Upon a Time.
They’re not looking for happily ever afters, but
to rock the boat. One is evil; the other’s out for revenge.
She’s an old bat and he is charming, but
not in a Prince Charming kind of way. He’ll lean in
and provoke a heart beat - is he jesting or real,
you never know. You have to wait to find out, but
meanwhile he steals the heart of the savior,
Emma Swan, but she’s mostly onto him. Charming
is her father and Snow White, her mother, so
she knows what true love is and is
not. Hook’s a dashing pirate, not
the look of Dustin Hoffman. So Hook appeals
to Emma’s adventurous, not virtuous side, and
she gets burned by his kiss - *a dream
is a wish your heart makes.*
1/14/2023
*Disney song, Songwriters:
Mack David / Jerry Livingston / Al Hoffman / Oliver Wallace
Say What
[Verse 1]
Con tend to the consequences, no pretense,
Stepping up like a contender, ready to commence,
Dodging lenders, yeah, I am broke but have no shame,
Sneaking around the loop holes, some treat it like a game.
Holding tight to the gems, living free and rude,
Life is a twisted lesson, even if it is crude.
[Chorus]
Freedom isn’t free, but I am ready for the fight,
Nothing to prove, yet I stand in the light,
From the dirt to the heights, with my machete I make a path,
My name is G3, the Spaghetti Monster would laugh,
When I fall on my ass.
[Verse 2}
Cruella in this jungle, watch the rich folks pout,
Every challenge met like I am ready for a bout,
Fat stacks of courage, laid up high in my mind,
Sipping on Jonny Blue, leaving pain behind.
Cuddle buddy left me, but I still rise again,
With that V8 type of growl, I am my own best friend.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Lessons, they were learned, through the storm and the strife
In this ed up two faced mirrored matches, I own my own life.
Confinement
The Monkey Jumped 0ff of My Mack
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Baby, baby!
I am almost fading,
Got a Dade Murphy “Zero Cool,”
Detention appointment after school,
I could crash and burn, yet, I just might learn, the twists and turns,
That people just want to seem to talk about, how I took another route...
I might walk the line sometimes,
Still, I do it even in my work-shirt, sarong, kilt, or skirt,
I am NOT Wayne but still NOT worthy,
I am NOT the only one that got left behind hurting,
What the heck am I even blurting? Maybe I am just nerdy,
Yet, there is NO need to worry,
I wore a cross but as a crossdresser it got stolen,
Wondering for who, what, why.... I am still holding...
To embolden, it is an embarrassment, who cares where our parents went,
This right here you are talking to, had to really vent, it is another stint,
NOT stunt, to be so blunt, take a hint, I fought, to share this and forsake God,
I will rot, but I sought you, from the very start, just brush it off, be tough, bluff, take your stuff,
Because after all it is just some art.
You have my heart.
*LORDS OF THE RIVERDANCE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There once were three Irish squirrels, Shawn, Finn, and Mack
Whose Riverdance skills took the villagers aback.
They' mimicked the steps of *Michael Flatley,
But truth be told they danced quite badly.
Their tap shoes they didn’t know how to clack.
They danced on stage and ‘neath the Irish moon.
But together their steps were never attune.
Their costumes were not green but ugly maroon ,
To others criticism they were immune
But oh how the ladies over them they did swoon!
“Oh, *Michael, just come and look at our show!
We’re the best dancers you’ll ever know!”
But the pride that they bore,
Was met with an uproarious roar,
As they tripped on their tails with a sigh and moan.
Undeterred, they danced 'neath the moon's silver light,
With a rhythm that just wasn’t right.
Though they tried with great zeal,
It was clear and ever so real,
They put *Flatley to shame every night!
*Michael Ryan Flatley is an American former professional performer and choreographer of Irish dance. Flatley is credited with reinventing traditional Irish dance by incorporating new rhythms, syncopation, and upper body movements, which were previously absent from the dance. He created and performed in Irish dance shows Riverdance, Lord of the Dance, Feet of Flames, Celtic Tiger Live and Michael Flatley's Christmas Dance Spectacular. (source wikipedia.com)
(His Version of The Rearview Mirror)
As I drive away from the girl that I love the truest love I have ever known, I wonder to myself why do I now feel so alone?
The road ahead is a long one with many choices and paths to take, do I stay on the straight and narrow or take the road that leads to my fate?
I already know the outcome, I can see the collision up ahead, I know what will come to be, I have already witnessed it in my head
And I would do anything to stop this, from preventing this wreck to be, but the accident already happened and is already killing me
Eating me up from the inside twisting my emotions into knots, knowing that even if I don’t, sadly a part of me wants to get caught
So that there can be retribution for all that I have done, I hit you like a Mack truck and then I chose to run
To run away from the choice that I made, the one that is haunting me, and I want so much just to turn this car around, but the accident has already been wiped clean
There is not a single trace of the impact that happened so slow, and as I drive further away from the scene in my heart I know
Nothing will ever hurt this much, no accident could be this bad, it has taken everything away from me all that I wanted, but will never have
I seen it there in your eyes as I left you knew I would never come back, I never meant to hurt you in any way, but I can’t take my wrong turn back
And you walk away unscathed with only menial scars, but no one can see the real damage that is displayed on your heart
I never meant to drive away after I came to see you, but please know the road that I ended up on is not the one that I wanted to.