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The train pulled out of the
Clouds singing
Harmonies
I asked the conductor for
Some change
He said "son don't you know?
Nobody's payin'"
I said "sure but the stoplight is
Ahead"
Thunder and lightnin'
Lit the outline of faces I had
Known
Not one
Knew the tune
Playin' in my head
I'm sure I saw the face
of
Mother Theresa
A smile I thought
Just around the
Bend
About then the ride came
To a tumblin'
End
Next thing I knew choirs were
Singin'
And butterflies up in
My head
The fields they went on
Forever
And sunshine from who
Knows where
My soul what was left just
Started dancin'
And prayers once just words
Were
......... shooting stars
"You see"
I said "no one is listenin"
That's when I knew
The time had come
For
Me
To
Fly
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Altos and sopranos
Blend - songs
Are heard in the distance . .. . . . .. . .
bass and tenors sings songs of joy
Noises...(pleasant noises to be precise)
Musical noises increase in volume
Some people talk and sing at the same time
Some are having the time of their lives
Then...something breaks the innocence of a professional choir -
Bad language! I bet you didn't expect that, did you!?
People speak freely now
It's as if the teacher is saying, "Go ahead, class, and cuss all you want now!"
Very loud - the commotion is banging at my ear drums
My ears are sensitive to the noise
Yearning to hear songs instead of chit-chatters
I wanna hear music, not the latest gossips!
Songs and noises get my full attention in a good and bad way . . .
Just sayin'. Now, I'm hear payin' the price.
I'm obeyin'. Now, can I roll the dice?
Sergeant Major O'Malley, Seventh Cavalry, had served nigh on three decades.
He rose through the ranks havin' served in squads, companies and brigades.
Second lieutenants were nuisances and he treated them as if they didn't exist!
He took recalcitrant lads behind the barracks to administer discipline with his fist!
You'd better have your horse and tack lookin' keen for Saturday mornin' parades,
Or Sergeant Major O'Malley would sear the ozone with his thunderin' tirades!
He'd escort you to the stables to shovel manure if you ever mistreated a horse!
Sergeant Major O'Malley's colorful lingo left one with a feelin' of remorse!
He had absolutely no patience with the foibles of raw and bumblin' recruits.
Lord have mercy on the hapless lad who failed to shine his saber and his boots!
Should a trooper snooze in the saddle when escortin' the colonel's stage,
Sergeant Major O'Malley would stomp and rave unleashin' a towerin' rage!
At the break of dawn when reveille sounded, he'd burst through the barracks door,
Yellin' "Up and at 'em me lads! Outta them bunks! What am I a-payin' ye for!
Ye sorry excuses fer sojers! Hie to the stables! Them hosses needs oats and hay!
And when that's done, git back here to eat yer grub and scrub this filthy bay!"
Things were different when he dismounted his horse and entered his house!
The one who gave orders and 'wore the stripes' at home was his formidable spouse!
He meekly responded to her constant commands with a resigned, "Yes, my dear."
"Taps" was a welcome sound at close of day in Sergeant Major O'Malley's ear!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Ain’t Nuthin To Do in Lubbock
By David J Walker
The Killer came to town
Jerry lee Lewis and his pal
Jim Ed Brown
Playin at the municipal coliseum
To a sell out crowd
Payin up to 5 bucks
Just to see ‘em playin loud
But… that Ain’t Nuthin
Cause Asleep At The Wheel an
Jerry Jeff Walker an The Mains Brothers,
Waylon n Willie and a lot of others
Includin Alvin Crow were still knocking em dead at
Back to back weekend shows
At the Cotton Club
While all the musicians in town
went to see Stevie Ray V
wailing on his fender
At Stubbs where Lou kept the BBQ ribs
And the cold beer comin
Joe Ely was there being cool
playin pool
tradin licks Jesse guitar Taylor
And Some fool still says….
Ain’t nuthin to do in Lubbock
Its the working classes prolific breedin’
That ends up with their needin’
Handouts when Trident needs replacin’
Buck house needs renovatin’
Royal weddin’ funds need allocatin’
Brexit needs payin’ for
And so much much more
if we tax the rich and make ‘em grieve
They’ll only up and threaten to leave
So the only really sane way
Is to make the peasants pay
More and more each passin’ day
So they can’t afford more breedin’
Than the nation is really needin’
To provide those necessary masses
To subsidise and serve the rulin’ classes
So we really really oughta
Put contraceptives in their water
Sedate their food an’ drink
So the blighters can’t think
Beyond their gratitude
For the Tory attitude
That restricts the lower human race
Firmly to their allotted place
So they really can’t judge whether
We’re all in this together.
And they continue the farcical story
Of the workin’ classes votin’ Tory
And continue with their gratitude
And respect for the Tory attitude
God’s in his heaven in all his glories
Beneficently smilin’ on the Tories
That’s how they rule the workin’ class
That mildly conforms in their mass
And they go and kiss their betters’ Ass,
And lo, these things have come to pass
6/3/17
Continual verbatim
And ultimatums
Better know what they're payin'
During times of economic downfall and inflation
I got no time for playin'
And don't care what others are sayin'
Skills like Raiden
Time I turn super saiyan
Mixed with Jason
Any anything made by Wes Craven
Near and far from any raven
Across every basin
And all the nations
During any occasions
Got to make more bacon
In the form of Benjamin Franklins
Events occuring for short or long-term durations
Regarding similar and different situations
I've been way down below the foundation
In the basement
Below layers of pavement
Still found inspiration
As the universe remained in rotation
Since the dawn of creation
Among objects nowhere near or adjacent
To lots that were or were not vacant
With the talent of a mason
And knowledge of a shaman
In any location
So time goes by and now there's a lot more people,
but they'll all doin' bad things, and not payin' God no
R-E-S-P-E-C-T...well, not all of them are bad--
Old Noah is a good guy, he loves and worships God,
sooo, when God decides He's had enough of humans
(maybe He thought, 'should've made more dogs--
dogs are always loyal, they'd be my best friend!')
He goes to Noah and tells him to build an ark, NOT
A BOAT, cause a boat can move on its own, and
God probably didn't want Noah roamin' the world,
willy-nilly....
So Noah and kin build it just the way God wants it
and all his neighbors and passers-by make fun of
Noah and his family for building a 'stupid boat'
(yeah, they got it wrong), kinda like school bullies
but Noah doesn't care:God tells him to do something,
and he's gonna do it, like a good son for his Dad...
though just between you and me, maybe even Noah
had some qualms when God told him to bring two
of every animal, male and female, natch, on the ark--
I mean, think of the myriad odors! Still, Noah did it,
and then, just as the last pair of turtles (who else)
got their ultra-slow motion bodies onboard,
GOD LET LOOSE!!!!!
Rain like you never saw, rain like you can't imagine,
more than rain, an entire firmament just collapsed!
Not buckets of rain, not sheets of rain but rivers and
oceans of water poured onto the earth, drowning those
prideful, self-centered, ungrateful, violent humans
who so broke God's heart that He despaired of His
own creation, a masterwork He made so beautiful,
so bountiful, so wondrous for their sake, not His--
a world that could have become a near Heaven,
if they had only listened....
Alas, I see the proposed federal budget has hit the press.
I suppose its loaded with the usual absurd largesse!
Gleeful solons elbowin' others at the trough gittin' their share,
At the same time promisin' us the budget they will pare!
Seems that legislators think that cash flow is never-endin',
And just go on dreamin' up schemes for inane spendin'.
It has been said that you can't fight Capitol Hill alone,
So I'm joinin' in the fray, offerin' asinine proposals of my own!
I want a study to see, that if all the sponges were taken from the seas,
Would the water level rise or recede by some few degrees?
Millions could be spent to study flies as they soar on the level,
Then, how they suddenly land on the ceiling as quick as the devil!
'Twould be intriguin' to teach cassowaries and penguins how to fly.
To fund this, money from medicare could be diverted on the sly!
We need a million dollar pogo stick racin' track in my hometown.
Never mind that it would have irate taxpayers jumpin' up and down!
Now I don't mind payin' taxes and donatin' my fair share,
But I do mind how my money is spent, I do loudly declare!
Havin' proffered the above schemes, I may come to begrudge it.
Some politicos may read this and include them in next year's budget!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
The Perfect Circle Plant was where most kids went to work as a general rule,
To begin a life of donkeywork upon graduation from the local school.
I dreamed of things far beyond the horizon like visitin' Rome or Istanbul,
Not a life of drudgery in the plant or plowin' corn behind a ploddin' mule!
I suppose I could've gone to work there, married and had a flock of kids,
But such a mundane life would've driven me to booze, landin' me on the skids!
They made expansion rings and such for airplanes, ships and tanks.
Not for me! I chose the Air Force! For that I've always given thanks!
While I enjoyed the beauty of Bermuda (where I 'fought' the Korean War),
My peers were waitin' for quittin' time, performin' their borin' chore!
I reckon they made about five bucks an hour turnin' out expansion rings.
I only made a hundred bucks a month, but it paid for my youthful flings!
I just couldn't see myself turnin' nuts and bolts and payin' union dues,
Or catchin' hell from the ol' lady for stoppin' by the pub for some brews!
While I was dinin' on steak and sippin' Tom Collins' at the Plantation House,
My pals back home were eatin' meatloaf and listenin' to their spouse's grouse!
I hasten to say that the Perfect Circle Plant provided my friends with needed work,
But operatin' a planer or lathe eight hours a day would've driven me berserk!
Should I have taken Dad's advice and hired on at the plant had I to do it over?
Nah! I wanted to get off the farm and leave the county 'cause I'm an avid rover!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Mona Lisa has worn that mystical smile on her mug for over 500 years!
Who is this mysterious lady who at us from The Louvre benignly peers?
She had to sit for over four years for the artist to capture that simple pose.
Who she is and what's behind that smile, only Leonardo DaVinci knows!
She ain't the most beautiful woman to come down the pike but what the heck.
Since her genesis in 1503 she wasn't treated all that well during her dicey trek!
She's been mutilated, stolen a time or two and graced Napoleon's sleeping place.
All the while she's borne it with grace with that inane smile upon her face!
Some have said that she's the widowed Duchess of Milan, Isabella of Aragon.
Others have sworn that she's Mona Lisa Gherardini and so it goes on and on!
Signore DaVinci left no specific clues as to the name of this mysterious dame!
Through the centuries men have scratched their skulls trying to seek her name!
Was that frozen smile upon her face to hide teeth that were crooked and stained?
Or was her pose such that her posterior and sacroiliac were slightly strained?
Perhaps her compressed smile implied to Leonardo, "Hurry up and git 'er done!
You're payin' minimum wage and fella, posin' fer posterity ain't all that fun!"
Now hung upon the wall of The Louvre she's worth millions and millions of bucks.
Not bad for an unknown woman from who knows where, but here's the crux:
That beatific smile upon the homely face of Mona Lisa that Leonardo created,
And what she's smiling for will always be debated and pondered unabated!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Tied for 3d Place in Carolyn Devonshire's "Unsolved Mysteries" Contest - Jul 2011