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I have learned the hard way that people aren't always what they seem,
They look you in the eye, shake your hand, then take you to the cleaners.
It's been many a year that I have thought on this theme,
Ever since I was one of those who got caught by these schemers.
It would not be so bad if we could just open our eyes to see,
That they have no ones interest in anything but their own.
Perhaps that is the way it was and always will be,
At least until we have had that experience in our lives sown.
It is difficult to learn to trust anyone who comes to you,
Since you now look at everyone with a skepticism and mistrust.
But, there is one hope in all of this to take away that jaded view,
A hope that has always lain before us in the dust.
It was preached to us in many a form and style,
The Bible, Koran, other great works of religious zeal.
We have had the words written down for quite a while,
Yet, I wonder if those of us who read them really feel.
The great commandment to love God with your whole being,
Has been a message that comes through the ages.
And to love one's neighbor as you do yourself has more meaning,
Only if we try...for this is the yardstick by which the Lord gauges.
As for those who take advantage of others who cannot see,
I feel sorrow for them...for they have lost touch with life.
They may have great wealth, or possessions, or think they're happy,
But the Lord will meet out His justice to them for causing others strife.
As for me, it seems I have been on a long journey and I'm tired,
Tired of watching these villains prey and profit on the ones with naivete and weakness.
Preying on the young, the old, the sick, and those who aspired...
I was once a victim, but have now can only offer forgiveness.
It has taken a long time for me to reach this end,
As I once was so consumed by the sting of the hurt and anger.
On reflection, the only one who was hurt by my not wanting to mend,
Was me...my loved ones...my family...places where I no longer linger.
I write this now because it seems a necessity for me,
To express my feeling and thoughts on a life that was truly dead.
And to you who read this I have but one plea,
Say a silent prayer for my forgiveness from the Lord, when you bow your head.
We had wringers on our washing machines,
And four dialed numbers made telephones ring.
Transistor radios with only AM,
Vineal records to play, and you could stack them.
And, Hope entertained during our wars.
We had Jack Benny, and Rochester too,
Uncle Miltie, and Captain Kangaroo,
Milk in glass bottles brought right to our door,
With red paper caps you took off to pour.
And Hope entertained our troops.
We had prayer in school, and devotions each day.
In the pledge to our flag, “under God” we’d say.
We respected leaders, and our teachers obeyed,
Went out at night without being afraid,
And Hope entertained at our wars.
Before CD’s and Ipods, we had stereo.
Drive Inn movies were the place then to go.
We drove our Fords, and Chevrolets,
And Desoto was popular back in those days.
We had Hope entertaining our troops.
TV’s had small screens in black and white.
The entire family watched the shows at night.
Life was very uncomplicated then,
Girls became ladies and boys became men.
And Hope entertained at our wars.
From our own back yards we saw sputnik fly.
We had hula hoops, and played “I Spy”,
“Kick the Can”, and “Hide and go Seek”.
Home made ice cream , back then, was a treat.
And Hope entertained at our wars.
Back then kids rode in the front seat of cars.
Our moms canned stuff in glass mason jars.
We rode bikes without the protection of helmets.
Never heard of acid in rain, or other elements,
And Hope entertained at our wars.
We were so lucky to have lived in those days
With Bob and his funny entertaining ways.
“Thanks For the Memories”, we’ll never forget,
We will always remember without regret
Bob Hope entertained at our wars.
R J L
SEPTEMBER. 2007
There was a church I visited it's windows trimmed in gold - But when I walked inside the door
I suddenly felt cold - Two ushers were just standing there - they looked at me and glared - I
asked them where the bathroom was and they pointed down the stairs - Soon I went in and
found a pew - the choir took it's place - But they all looked like statues as they stared off into
space - When they finished singing the preacher said a prayer - With no emotion in his voice
he welcomed new guests there - I really got uncomfortable and didn't know what to do when
he said "Church of the Frozen Chosen is proud to welcome you - We hope you will enjoy
your stay - come back but please take note - Unless you want to freeze to death be sure and
bring your coat - The heater isn't broken - in fact it works quite well - But we begin to freeze
up if someone mentions hell - We remember what the Lord said in a story He once told - If
you're lukewarm I'll spew you out - you must be hot or cold - We've seen some churches
that were hot - they gave us quite a scare - Some people started shouting - raising hands up
in the air - Some even started dancing and some fell on the floor - It scared us all so bad we
almost made a door - We are a church built by man and we do as we please - Satan often
visits here but he never seems to freeze - So if you have a strong desire to freeze a burning
soul - Bring them here to visit us and we'll help you reach your goal!
Form:
Around this war-scarred earth, American heroes lie asleep,
Attesting that the cost of freedom does not come cheap.
Etched upon simple marble stones for all eternity,
Are the names of those who belong to a very special fraternity.
Tho' they came from diverse backgrounds, they bonded as one,
Forming a band of brothers and sisters to see the battle won.
Of all races, cultures and divergent religious creeds,
They set aside such differences to fulfill their nation's needs.
They cared not that in the heat of battle a Hebrew was at their side,
Or that a Catholic or Muslim tenderly embraced them as they died.
They forsook all such prejudices and truly understood,
That love transcends all else to create true brotherhood!
Afro-Americans and Caucasians lie side by side in sacred graves.
Asian and Mexican heroes rest beneath the roiling waves.
They sacrificed all upon the Altar of Honor defending liberty,
Ensuring that this land would remain free to foster diversity!
Upon each stone a young hero's bio is briefly sketched.
Alas, space does not permit his aspirations to be etched.
If space allowed, no doubt his earnest prayer would be:
"No more war! Follow the Master's Golden Rule is my plea!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I LIE AWAKE AT NIGHT PONDERING THE SIMPLICITY OF MY ERRORS AND THE COMPLEXITY OF
SOCIETYS REACTION. JUDGED AND SENTENCED WITHOUT A TRIAL, ONLY A STATISTIC, LABELED,
CONFUSED AND DISTRACTED. SURVIVING ONLY TO DISCOVER DEATH, THE COMPLICATED
MYSTERY OF LIFE, HADES MY ONLY FRIEND. MAY MY CARNAGE DISCOVER AN EMPTY OUTLET,
ALONG WITH THIS PALE HORSE AND THE HELL THAT FOLLOWED WITH HIM. THE TWISTED
STRUCTURE OF THE INSTITUTION, BRAINWASHED INTO BELIEVING THE POSITIVE EFFECTS OF
REHABILITATION. BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS FORGED INTO MOMORIES, SCARS HELD WITH PRIDE,
A DRIFTER WALKING ALONG THIS TRIBULATION. TO CARRY THE CROSS FOR OTHERS, FORGIVE
THEM FOR THEIR IMMORAL SINS, EXCHANGING PEACE FOR PAIN, MY RESTITUTION PAID IN FULL.
REMOVING THE THORNS OF HATRED, FIGHTING FOR AN AQUITAL, A CHANCE TO BE RELEASED
FROM THESE SHACKLES FOREVER IN CONTROL. PRAYING FOR MY PRAYER TO BE HEARD, MY
LIFE A POSITIVE TESTIMONY AS DEMENTED AND SADISTIC AS IT MAY BE. IRONICALLY SAVE A
LIFE THROUGH MY DEATH, THEN LABELED AND ANGEL INSTEAD OF THIS FAILURE, THIS
OUTCAST, THIS DISGRACE TO A BLIND SOCIETY.
Form:
Welcome
The time around filled with juvenility
The season solaced by the aura of odiferous
The world primed with unity
The love lived over by the essence of glorious.
Dream
A life lived on top of the world
A garden sated by the aroma of flowers
A nation saluted with laud
A peace blessed by the solemnity of prayers.
Blend
With the music that dance with your soul
With the rain melded by the rays, rainbow
With the life soothed along pride
With the macrocosm by the end of brow.
Pray
For the day, a prayer unspoken for live out
For the clouds silvery cottoned by autumn newbie
For the hapless longing for a day out
For the solitude by the event foregone.
Adios
The Time you lived today
The Nature that you acclaimed
The earth that you live on
The wishes proclaimed.
I thought I would just say
Have a Happy Thanksgiving Day!
For all of You Souper people are
In my estimation, the ones who care.
It is wonderful to have your comments, too
When I write something here for all of you.
The joy of reading your works and words
Goes well beyond the things I've heard.
And in the short time that I have around you
Friendships through words abound, too.
I say that you are the cheeriest bunch
With whom I have never sat down to lunch.
But I'll say a prayer of thanksgiving for all
And hope that the Lord hears my call.
For tomorrow when we remember the good things in life
I'll count all of you in, with a thought none too brief.
With you I feel like I am a true part,
So, I say "Thank You All, from the bottom of my heart".