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Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden scrivener
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions
see following website for further details: https:
//www.scientificamerican.com/article/co2-
emissions-will-break-another-record-in-2019/.
Impossible mission to uncouple accountability,
(no matter minuscule - veritable drop within
figurative bucket when quantity contrasted/
compared alongside industrial waste courtesy
major corporations), yet helplessness prevails
survival (mine) inextricably bound trappings
twenty first century allow, enable, and provide
exploiting even dollop so called nonrenewable
resources, I could sacrifice corporeal entity -
body, mind and spirit within eyeblink exhales
last breath before becoming repurposed - inert
cremated ashes randomly scattered across all
points encompassing terrestrial world wide web.
Obituary -
Despite havoc primate species did wreak
from the afterlife I figuratively speak
and applaud millennials whose peak
performance accorded courtesy
your token "aged hippie,"
and long haired pencil necked geek,
whose disembodied spirit
now volunteers as Halloween sideshow freak
incorporating gallows humor tongue in cheek.
Together we swim through the leaves, through hours.
Like candied children, adored in a luster
You count my blinking then dance through flowers.
We enter dark mystery, bravery mustered!
You're strangeness, red oceans crashing my towers,
Yet your absence leaves life in broken clusters.
So share with me now this realm of grace.
Let's break out of our old molds, and keep pace.
No great adventure is not without pain.
As every ebb is followed by the Flow.
Harm befallen by you is felt in my veins.
You are the star I've followed as if towed
Through the dunes and the cities, the fog and rain.
Your sickness is my own, as the arrow bends bows.
Walk forward, love, it is you I will follow
Singing our bottomless praise for tomorrow.
Bringing Present to Future's tabernacle
Your eyes wrap ‘round me as we turn to the field
“What will they think?” she asks, “a ship's barnacle…”
I reply, “you are the moon with no shield.”
“Where is my shield?” she asks as her eyes well.
“As the world’s protector, a moon needs no shield.”
Her sun-drenched arms slide like wings inside my vest
Her waking tears smear against my waiting chest.
would conveniently scare bejesus
among any hooligan tween
ready and willing to cause mischief
while prowling for methamphetamine,
or other drug of choice
one motley crew member seen
dodging, evading, fording... police
eventually cornered unlike Steve McQueen
(the late actor), who escapes behind screen
of smoke unscathed unlike
formerly acquitted, alluded mean
and aforementioned hoodlum
who suffers gunshot wound
rushed to same hospital
lay disabled fugitive ruffian took lead
fired into buttucks bullet punctured
evident by derriere oozing bloodshed
as self, both us nearly dead,
asthma doppelganger wed
did in sweat upon abdomen,
now aching pain in ass spread red
hot poker radiating throbbing inside
excruciating did quickly thread
into noggin i.e. fifty shades red
dully permeated gray matter
inducing severe agony with head,
though mustered energy to scrawl
obituary envisioning said
on same page as op/ed
gallows humor sought instead
of relief courtesy synthesized drug,
thus laughter as best medicine
linkedin chowing down unsuspected bean
dish licked plate sparkling clean
mental note made to avoid
eating flatulence inducing food
prepared Das daring "frau" faux Queen,
though I certainly also enjoy keen
wah filling up growling hungry void,
and... appealing to this bonafide android
gluten free textured meals direction I lean.
Stained yellow teeth, decades of mistreatments;
Tattered worn hair, mustered stare...
Worn torn shoes just vagabond, dementia rusted mind;
Seems he's been here before, open spaces relics;
My yard is filled with junk; What's up--
Rusted rattled metal, such a waste dried up sores, rusted;
Out of date ragged clothes, ON THE FENCE
Decades of mistreatments, homeless surrounded by substance;
His environment anywhere, his life going nowhere;
If he dies right now will his organs be parted out;
Guts and organs sold he mutters and says I am a junk yard;
My mind scrap collected recycled discarded;
I'm dream his dreams of preoccupation;
Trapped in thoughts odiousness wrecked spirit;
The populist calls the me lay;
Homeless thoughts on his private injustice;
My the junk, my mind is trash Died
So people cried another thrown away soul;
Deposited...
thrown away as an ...Junkyard
10/5/19
For My Favorite Junkyard
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Warriors in us,
When time comes, we fight our fiercest battle.
A dainty lass, cocooned by mother’s care,
and father’s protective arms,
grew up gleeful and merry, humming melodies and frolicking carefree
in the lap of bountiful nature,
Nobody told her she was the most captivating beauty ever existed!
But when a Prince trotted by, and caught glimpse of an exquisite vision,
he couldn’t but fall in love, with the breathtaking beauty, body and soul.
The Prince recognized his destiny, he was certain that this symbol of elegance, he was waiting for,
And didn’t waste a moment begging for her hand,
It all sounds surreal, sometimes life is stranger than fairytale.
The exquisitely alluring queen lived a blissful life with her King,
Until one day life brought something utterly tragic and unforeseen -
The young King left her alone in this world with an infant child.
The Princess became a real Queen,
not only occupying a jewel-encrusted throne, and wearing a tiara with Rubies and Diamonds,
safeguarding the country with a powerful hand, defending the needy and the weak.
In her twenties, she transformed herself into the protector of the land.
The demure, bashful Princess mustered her entire strength, her indomitable spirit,
She decided to turn herself into the Warrior Queen, on a horseback,
wore a warrior suit, carried her husband’s sword.
It really happened, soon her land, her Jhansi, was attacked by foreign powers.
The Fighter Queen was undaunted and fearless,
her sole goal was to protect the people from the enemy relentless.
With blessings from her beloved parents, and undying love from her deceased husband,
The Warrior Queen went to the battlefield with her greatest power, with supreme might.
With a child on her back, she jumped on the loyal horse,
She fought until her last drop of blood was shed on the soil of her dearest Jhansi.
Alive is the Warrior Queen, in the ever-chanted melodious strains sung by her people.
They sing the song of a Warrior Queen
who was as ornately beautiful as a dainty Rose,
and as valiantly courageous as the Mother Earth.
First Place - Warrior Contest (A Warrior Queen)
Sponsor: Silent One
The sun darts its rays
with every last bit of strength mustered
precious toasty days most glorious
it waves a lingering forget-me-not
a little something to recall
Delightfully warm baking slow mode
umbers reds oranges and yellows
colours of love breathe at their mellowest
a gentle sensuous kiss goodbye
spiced with a hint of illicit magic
yearning for a simmering embrace
that will last forever and a day
Wanting to capture divine moments
make them last throughout eternity
so press the pause button
warp the fabric of time
reshape our memories of yesterdays.
Lineku: 3 stanzas 5-7-5 lines of 5 or 7 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I don't know why we do this...
As another year waves bye-bye,
We reflect on what it's brought us
Of some things we question, "Why?"
We've faced the unexpected
As it's hit us in the chin.
We've found strength, we've mustered courage,
Learned to bear things with a grin.
Deep down we know we're hurting
But it all seems like a blur.
While looking for the sunlight
The storm just doesn't care.
When you're standing in the eye
You've time to stop and think.
Don't let it overcome you.
Don't allow your heart to sink.
When you find that you are facing
The things that you've most feared
It's amazing how they shape you
When they've disappeared.
How ever the thoughts affected you
The many nightmares you have had,
You're looking back from the other side
Saying, "It really wasn't as bad!"
With renewed strength of character,
Self respect and dignity,
You have the power to help someone
With your experience and empathy.
What ever troubles lie ahead
We know we can survive.
Let's look for the daily positives.
Bring on twenty-twenty-five!
I knew the day would come
I met you yesterday by chance
You introduced me to your new lover
How I contorted my lips into a smile
It felt like such a painful grimace
O it was a mighty effort
I half wondered if it fooled anyone
How I maintained that fake smile
To hide the tears inside
There it was so outstretched
I remember calling on muscles
To pry these lips apart
How I mustered to utter words
I’ll never understand
‘It’s nice to meet you’
As I held my head high
I couldn’t wait for the moment
We could collapse
Me and my lie
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on April 27, 2020 for contest STRAND PICK G sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
A TRIBUTE TO MY BROTHER HUBERT W. HINSHAW, T/SGT, U. S. ARMY
8 July 1918 - 2 August 2014
Another World War Two hero has fallen from the shrinking ranks.
He was one of the Greatest Generation and we owe him a debt of thanks.
During the time of national peril Hubert heeded the call of his nation,
Leaving family and hearth behind to serve with honor and dedication.
He served his God and nation long and faithfully giving it his very best.
Now he sleeps 'neath hallowed soil having ended his earthly quest.
Hubie joins the ranks of his comrades whom he served with in the war.
With them he awaits Gabriel's bugle call for forming up once more.
No doubt there was a happy reunion with those who have gone before,
Mom, Dad, George, Lloyd, Opal and Cecil who welcomed him at The Door.
Dear Hubert you served with valor and courage all through life's patrol.
You'll be standing tall when you're mustered for the final calling of the roll.
During the battles of Guam, Leyte Bay and Okinawa, how you sacrificed.
What a glorious day when you reached out to touch the face of Christ!
You served mankind well and this day He'll place upon your brow a crown,
Saying, "Hubie, you served My people and your nation with great renown!"
YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MY HERO, HUBIE!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
The tweet on the pipe called the muster fall-in
The cadets all fell in with nary a din
For now they’d be grouped for “Hands to Cleanship”
To dress up the ship afore the Old Man's pip-pip
Well-trained, the cadets set to their work
The Bo ‘suns and POGIs made sure they didn’t shirk.
The awnings were tautened with the Shark's Mouth agape
The ropes in the grommets brought all into shape
The hydrants and fittings were brassoed and shined
The scuppers were cleaned where muck was confined
Running rigging was secured with belaying pins
All loose gear were neatly stacked in their bins
Hawsers and towropes were carefully coiled
Wire ropes ‘spiked, unkinked and oiled.
The decks were all cleaned with the broom and the brush
Fenders and pontoons secured so sides wouldn’t crush
With hammers the cable was chipped off of rust
The shackles were oiled after cleaning the dust.
The bitters on the bits were tethered on tight
With the bitter ends belayed and tucked out of sight.
The QD was holystoned with water and sand
(All set for the do with the Naval Band)
The Old Lady was painted in her customary gray
Her waists all shaped up for the rest of the day
The guns were all covered for the incoming squall
Even before the “cover guns” call
The Inglefields were mustered, the pennants and flags
Strung for’ard to stern without any sags
And thus was the ship all dressed to the tee
As shipshape and dandy as she rightly ought to be.
Their tasks all done, the cadets did secure
But the day was not done, there was more to endure!