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Angry clouds were above
Displaying hatred not love
With an angry growl
Came a heavenly howl
There are energy impulses
Crackling lights dished out in doses
Joined the powerful teaming downpour
Angels sending a message about this star gazing tour
Two men scheduled to be shot in the air
No return date set for the galactic dare
It took a little time
But the sun came out to shine
A natural cosmic luring test
Challenging earthlings wanted to leave their nest
Launch countdown never stopped
Plan continued from the pad lot
After placing the pair in seated positions
Patiently waiting for the ‘go’ decision
Commanding lift starting the space station mission
Clock under twenty
Big business experimenting investing their money
Word came to abort
Due to the weather who was the true judicial court
Safety concerns were the reasons
Canceling the spectacle during Florida’s rainy season
Temporary relieving the responsibilities for the dragon crew
Delaying a dream ready to come true
Mother Nature commanding man to be told
“This adventurous travel must be put on hold!
Until a new window open soon
And then it can resume
A space junket to the resort orbiting the moon”
Man penciled in a date
Saturday afternoon sounds great
Still the meteorology influence will have the final say
About sending this peaceful rocket on its way
Our physical world that we travel upon,
Showers our senses with volumes to understand.
Yet there's a wide range of comprehension,
That often tests realities hand.
For example, our tactile sense, that we
Fumble and grope with, through skin, thick & thin.
Just as we may touch a flame that burns,
Or find the comfort of a warm wind.
We often listen to the sounds of nature,
Providing a calm and peaceful respite.
Whereas others, may hear only danger,
That they would avoid and indict.
Since much of our perception would be visual,
This sight creates the biggest discrepancy.
While often flooding the mind with images,
Causing confusion, and even an emergency!
Now when a scent or odor becomes apparent,
The olfactory moves to a powerful offense.
As some seem to have a nose for trouble,
Others, can smell the roses with no expense.
Here, a common end may be seen as taste,
From the food and drink we all consume.
Where the tongue is specially suited, to
Allow for the salty, bitter, & sweet to loom.
So with all this magnificent variation,
Its no wonder that our perceptions are askew.
Fortunately, the majorities usually find some
Agreement, and what's perceived has a common clue.
If I proclaim to love the Lord
but hate my fellowman,
the Bible says I'm lying. Love,
not hate, is in His plan.
Bad attitudes towards others
if they're fueled day and night,
soon morph into destructive hate,
a vitriolic blight.
Though love can be so powerful,
hate can be just as strong.
We don't like to admit sometimes
our feelings are so wrong.
We choose to sugarcoat the truth
when hate is in our hearts.
We cling to euphemisms
while we throw our poison darts.
Sometimes we're hypocritical,
refusing to confess
to sins like hate; yet we still think
the Lord will surely bless!
Those motivated by ill will
will never know true peace.
They'll moan throughout a friendless life
and find no sweet release.
At The Dawn of My Time
The Light shone so brightly it blinded my sight
But with its warmth and promise of opportunity
I reveled in the notion of optimism and its delight
He lurked behind my back
Staying out of my site, I hardly knew He was there
Silently watching, waiting, looking over my shoulder
But in my youth, I barely had a care
At the Meridiem of My Time
I thrived, as I was powerful and strong
My senses keen, my focus unwavering
I felt invincible and could do no wrong
I barely gave Him a thought
I became curious once, but He could not be found
Then I caught a glimpse of Him … under my feet
Triumphant, I was sure a new King had been crowned
But now, in the Twilight of My Time
I struggle to make sense of it all
What once seemed to be victory
I now see was the pride before the fall
And now He looms in front of me
Every moment His presence is known
And as those who have gone before me
I know I must face Him alone
As He outstretches His arms
And the last flicker of light is done
His darkness consumes me
And, forever, we are One
Joe The Plumber announced he was runnin' fer Congress the other day!
Congratulations, Joe! You the man! Fer you I shout, "Hooray!"
Tell 'em like it is as you did with Obama - show 'em you won't be outdone!
And, Joe, take yer plumbers' kit - you'll need it to repair the damage done!
Include screwdrivers to tighten the screws on higher taxes and spendin',
And yer biggest wrench to shut off the flow of governmental lendin'!
Take yer solderin' arn so as to solidify warm relationships with yer peers,
And a pipe cutter to cut off zany filibusterin' that is tiresome to yer ears!
You'll need a hundred rolls of duct tape to stem the flow of inane babble,
And gallons of Liquid Plummer to unclog the stalemate of that useless rabble!
A good pipe wrench will come in handy to tighten the discipline in that 'joint',
And a twelve-foot stepladder to rise above that rotten mob to make yer point!
Joe, show 'em what real 'change' is meant to be with a new 'shower' of hope!
Flush political correctness down the john that's gotten us on this slippery slope!
Be sure to take yer roto-rooter and clean the sewer that is Washington, DC!
Use yer most powerful hose to flush the whole mucked-up mess out to sea!
Robert L. Hinshaw,CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The colour of an uncomfortable truth
Bullets of ecstasy white powder clear spirits
shots into nothingness forgetting looking away
Translucent syringes monochrome devastation
fighting for a better world wholeness surrendering
to psychedelic transcendental illusion
Explosions into Nirvana black darkness oblivion
powerful mind- and minefields one in the soul
Grenades shed colour of blood guts and gore
the olive skinned baby disappears in a flash
Rockets and missiles illuminate boots on the ground
marching to enchanted delusions of higher stronger
escalation of greed hunger power single vision and death
No stone is untouched no life unworthy of killing
men women children are equal in the addiction of war
Moving pictures on wide screens in high resolution
feature the strong hold of ruinous splashes of fire-works
a true melting pot in the scorching heat of the battle
All shades of skin colours united in excremental demise
interspersed with advertisement for super bowls
fast food consumption computer games Kentucky fried
Mac Evil’s temptation to escape poverty of kindness
Love is a silent rainbow composition of all colours combined
antidote to overwhelming addiction of domination abomination
and being hooked on humanity could shatter the madness
01st June 2016
To the world you are just a person
But to me you are the world
You are the rarest of the rare
To the point no one can compare
Every hug healing a piece of me you didn't break
Everytime you smile
I know that no matter what I go through
I'll always have you
You are my heart
And nothing could ever tear us apart
You've been through so much
And instead of using that same trauma
To repeat the cycle
You took all that pain
And did the most powerful thing you could
By turning that into love
You have gone above and beyond
To be a better Mom
Than yours was
And I thank the stars
I became your daughter
Because without you I would not be alive
You have saved me so many times
Not many people or mothers
Would love me like you
Be there for me like you
There is no one like you
I wish life had been kinder to you
The way you were kinder to it
My dad never deserved you
And if I could go back in time
To stop you from meeting him
Even if it meant that I don't exist
I would happily make that sacrifice
To give you a better life
Our souls are infinite
A bond that can't be killed
Something that doesn't come around to often
Something that will never be broken
In every life we're infinite
Whether I'm the mother you never had
Whether your the mother I always had
I hope that in at least one of those lifetimes
I could be your mother
And give you all the love that you never received as a child
And one last thing
I love you infinity x infinity reoccurring boom I win x
For the power you have within
Is like cake frosting capes wonders and friends
Like mystic styles surfing the web
Posting face booking shows to tell
Who is to smell
Possibly fragrances delight
Power punching enemies, like JJ on good times ,"dynamite"
Surfing waves like angel light
Tissue wiped upon your face
Power tight tennis shoes tripping with taste
Yes grace
Gave a power punch as well
Telling stories of triumphant bells
Ringing victory charms sound alarms
Power played cards, power punched your enemies before they had come
To try to pick and pound at you
Power had more power allowed you to duck and move
Who knew you had that much faness
It was power beyond the cape shelded you beyond the test!
Yes yes
This is the day they will see the real you
No mask only ask themselves how this could happen to you
How could you duck and Dodge skip past everything
Only truth was your partner tagging in was flagging with peace
See the outcome of some battles is to stand
Some may fall, but you, you can
With your powerful self fly over criminals portraying a fake fictitious mess
Power has fell upon you through he process!
O Council of marble halls and hollow oaths, the world is asking: whom do you save? Are you not but a lion, toothless and tamed, pretending to defend the pride, while the hyenas feast in your shadow?
We have seen your silence dressed in law: in Baghdad’s burning, in Tripoli’s ruins, in the shattered homes of Gaza. Your chambers echoed with speeches, but your gavel struck only air. The powerful spoke, and you bowed, their crimes baptized with your silence.
If peace was truly your crown, would children lie unburied beneath collapsed stone? Would nations bleed while you debated the price of their agony? Nay—your throne is not of justice, but of compromise with evil. You are not a council, but a marketplace where the rich purchase the right to destroy.
Tell me, O guardians of nothing, is sovereignty now for sale? Is humanity a currency, traded in the corridors of New York? Your veto is not a shield— it is a dagger, plunged into the hearts of the weak.
O nations of the Global South, how long will you kneel before ghosts? How long will you believe that justice will be delivered from the same hand that shackles you? Withdraw, break the chains of illusion. Build a covenant not of domination, but of dignity— a true assembly of mankind, born not from the ashes of empire, but from the fire of justice.
For the world does not need a toothless lion roaring for show. The world needs a sword of light, a covenant of equals, where no child’s blood is deemed cheap, and no nation’s grief is buried beneath vetoes.
The Security Council has spoken in silence, and its silence condemns it. Its stage is set, its mask unveiled— not a guardian, but a conspirator.
And so the question remains, echoing through broken streets and ruined skies: Whom do you save?
But hear this prophecy— your empire of glass shall shatter, your halls shall echo with dust, and a new covenant shall rise from your ruin. For the lion without teeth shall be devoured by the very prey it failed to defend.
History will not forgive you. And tomorrow, the world will move on without you.
Escape from thunder and lightning,
Remain or stay in safe shelter;
And if you are out on the street,
Hurry up and run for cover.
Don't get out of the house at least
Half an hour after the last sound;
Stay inside the building until
The risk is nowhere to be found.
Keep away from powerful stuffs
Like computers and corded phones;
Never be in direct contact
With these electricity zones.
Avoid plumbing, including sinks,
As well as the baths and faucets;
Run away from frightening harm,
Evade the nature's wraths and threats.
Stay away from windows and doors,
Remain calm beneath the ceiling;
Stay off veranda or porches,
Escape from thunder and lightning.