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Along for the ride, in a convoy, is the medic.
Dressed for battle, with fellow soldiers, outside the wire.
Equipped is the medic, of the necessities,
to prevent a soldier, from a battle, to ever expire.
Us soldiers, are looking out the window,
from our vehicles, at the garbage, and the rubble.
Searching for explosives, embedded, in disguise,
that must be removed, right in the double.
Continuing onward, continuing with mission,
all the vehicles are driven, at a very slow pace.
Us soldiers, are then able, to be, more aware,
of our surroundings, and the enemy, that we face.
But sometimes us soldiers, are really lucky,
and sometimes us soldiers, are really not.
But this time, at this very moment, unfortunately,
us soldiers, were hit on the very spot.
Boom! A vehicle now gets hit,
quickly reacting, is all soldiers, to this episode.
All soldier's points of view, now becoming changed,
with all soldiers, now in, extreme survival mode.
360 degree security, with gunners sweeping,
targeting for the culprits, whom took, the actual stand.
While vehicles are boxing in, the damage vehicle,
giving protection, for the soldiers, giving a helping hand.
Medic expediently, out there, one by one,
seeing after every injured soldier, on the scene.
Investigating and stringent, in giving care,
which to outsiders, may seem, to be, so mean.
The medic has only, so much care, to disperse,
to suffice, the outcome, for all soldiers, to survive.
The medic therefore, must take a risk,
and predicate the odds, of whom, will stay alive.
According to, the many injuries suffered,
upon the injured soldiers, in display.
Medic must then decide critically, in order, whom then goes,
to the hospital, from those, still having, to stay.
At the same time, for those soldiers staying behind, a medic,
gives their best effort, with the least items, that they got.
Especially for those seriously injured, for moral sake,
of those, whom chances, of surviving, are not a lot.
The duties of the medic, is definitely, not easy,
to be the soldier, to have, to truly, make this call.
Especially at war, after this tragedy, wondering,
if the care given, to a soldier, was their entire all.
‘In the nearest Earth’s trajectory
A creature with sign victory
Has raised my curiosity quotient
Soon I’ve become just reticent
A strange heavenly presence
With galactic perseverance
No words to define it
Cosmic light has its face lit
Bluish blush and antennas twin
Flaunting is the species keen’ ..1
Doubting is my mind
As now I just do rewind
Has Elan Musk started the tourism?
Heavenly cosmic travel maximum!
First came first served basis or
All the international premieres are
Rushing to the space tour?
But soon all became clearly pure
As it was an alien for sure
A hefty tall and titanic allure..2
A strange gesture with telepathy intense
With body language piercingly immense
I wonder what it feeds upon
Is it sky or celestial feed I think on
Transparent physique with blood green
Seems got a minor injury in its disc clean
Blood oozing and burning the surface
And incinerating the materides full pace
What a way to wander beyond my world
As if it is the only creature to rule with word..3
Close Earth Orbit now its abode
A CEO of my planet I decode
His unidentified flying object
Has become my marvel subject
A wonder man or just a super alien
I need to solve this predicate foreign
What is his purpose of visit on my land
Is he alone or with all his band
Language though still a barrier
I marched forward as a text carrier..4
Seeing me he made his machine on
Like that of interlocution looks upon
Whatever the initial formality he could
Do, he did it with elan and stood
Soon his lieutenants arrived with arms
Seemingly advanced and fixed in arms
With x ray like blue light emitting from
And penetrating the walls of my shuttle strong
The illumination has limitless aura
With bluish green presence of an alien aurora..5
Was it a dream or I was reading a novel
For everything around making me marvel
The message the aliens gave me clear
I was awestruck and stunned my dear.
‘We are the scavengers of multiverse.
Our mission is to clean your universe.
E dump and wastage present in solar
System and other celestial zones polar,
We carry in our space vehicles afar
Besides refining thy satellite lunar.’..6
ON WILDMOOR HEATH
Each blade of grass each leaf each tree
That I in their profusion see
That clothe the Heath and so adorn
With multitude enchanting form
Conveys a force dynamic drive
To hold, continue, so survive
The pattern blue-print may be drawn
On jot of double helix, born
Repeated, seen in unchanged way
In fossil image to this day
The question still to predicate
‘What looks at print to replicate?’
What looks, and sees what to create
Turn matter to its own dictate
Form molecules to living cast
And with intention unsurpassed
Make worlds as with conceit it would
Perceive and think: ‘now that is good!’
LIFE
And so: this thing that we call life
Could we dissect it with a knife?
Piece of organic chemistry?
That forms a fish, a bird, a tree
And urges them: ‘Hang on and strive!’
To persevere and stay alive
I never yet saw rock or stone
Get up and change itself alone
Nor make a self intended plea
To challenge growth of entropy
Yet smallest simple monocell
Can replicate and grow like hell!
But life sees what to duplicate
Turn matter to its own dictate
Form molecules to living cast
And with Intention unsurpassed
Make worlds by choice and then it would
See them and think: ‘now that is good!’
SOURCE
What of this strange elusive source
I reference in this discourse
I’ll not assert detailed depiction
(Others may with deep conviction)
Yet aver it cannot be
Cause and effect concurrently
Might be no concrete ‘thing’ at all
No object: to be held in thrall
But entity of cause and voice
That is not tied except by choice
Esprit of life that moulds this Moor
That can withdraw and may restore
Make worlds with self belief it would
Perceive and think: ‘Now that is good!’
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In English classes my skull would be reeling with a myriad of perplexities,
Struggling to cope with English Composition and its multitudinous complexities!
I could never understand (and never will) the mysteries of verbs and pronouns,
Or dangling participles, prepositions, conjunctions and irregular nouns!
"Your future will be mighty bleak," my patient teachers hinted indirectly,
"If you don't learn the intracacies of the English lingo now - and correctly!"
The long-suffering teachers considered me a dunce and their hopeless bane!
I wanted to be a pilot! How was this folderol going to help me fly a plane!
Incomprehensible to me were past, present and future perfect tenses!
Invariably, I bungled their use in trying to parse my sentences!
Fiddle Faddle! Why, I mused from my naive and youthful perspective,
Would I ever have any use for a comparative or superlative adjective?
My favorite classes were glee club, art and gymn - each in which I did excel,
But adverb clauses, proper and predicate nouns to my mind just didn't gel.
The use of consonants, vowels and indefinite articles left my head spinning.
I couldn't understand the use of predicates or proper titles from the beginning!
Thankfully, after the vicissitudes of high school and bewildering frustration,
I somehow managed to accrue enough English credits for my graduation!
Well, I reckon I ain't never gonna be no good at parsin' a sentence no how!
(Wouldn't my teachers be proud of that line! Or would they me, disavow!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved)
In English classes my skull would be reelin' with a myriad of perplexities,
Strugglin' to cope with English Composition with its multitudinous complexities!
I could never comprehend (and never will) the mysteries of verbs and pronouns,
Or danglin' participles, prepositions, conjunctions and irregular nouns!
"Your future will be mighty bleak", my patient teachers hinted indirectly,
"If you don't learn the intricacies of the English lingo now and correctly!"
The long-sufferin' teachers considered me a dunce and their hopeless bane!
I wanted to be a pilot! How was this folderol gonna help me fly a plane?
Incomprehensible to me were past, present and future perfect tenses!
Invariably, I bungled those terms in trying to compose any of my sentences!
Fiddle faddle! Why, I mused from my naïve and youthful perspective,
Would I ever have any use for a comparative or superlative adjective?
My favorite classes were glee club, art and gymn, each in which I did excel,
But adverb clauses, proper and predicate nouns to my mind just didn't gel!
The use of consonants, vowels and indefinite articles left my head a-spinnin',
I couldn't understand the use of predicates or proper titles from the beginnin'!
Thankfully, after the vicissitudes of high school and bewildering frustration
I somehow managed to accumulate enough English credits for graduation!
Well, I reckon I ain't never gonna be no good at parsin' a sentence no how!
(Wouldn't my teachers be proud of that line - or would me they disavow!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
on path to autonomy, she matured of late,
exhibiting autism during childhood
compliments of intervention, mastered
vanquished every trace to acclimate
self reliance no matter said spate
of developmental delay,
cramped, crimped, and
crumpled cognitive literate
chores abilities, yet
supportive services did alleviate
ordinary setback, now indiscretions,
liaisons, and transgressions, I implicate,
some half dozen years
gone by, this husband
flaunted philandering, but woefully great
lee mistaken, yours truly did underestimate,
how sacrilegious cupidity, depravity, infidelity...
induced the missus never to exonerate
mine suddenly kismet forced belate
reflex, thus I futilely berate
then indecorous behavior
more so impacted eldest daughter,
first born offspring subsequently
angrily bore secret travails adulterate
ting spoiling her high school years,
viz compounded by egregious desire
for das dada to satiate
squelched sexual hunger
marriage without intercourse did frustrate
synonymous, when I hapt tubby celibate
bachelor, hence “FAKE”
Casanova did forever alienate
whose affect my
(hypothetical) untimely death
might be borne with
greater aplomb to accommodate
absence of this papa,
a generally conscientious fellow,
mental health askew since birth predicate
always hated grueling fiendish existence!
Resilient phylogeny is to resonant homology,
As neurological balance
is to psycho-sociological harmony,
as cooperative economics
is to democratically compassionate politics.
Polyvagal neurological win/lose connections
and win/win polypathic/polyphonic reconnections
and lose/lose disconnections
predicate socio-psychological healthy v pathological choices
for ego-centering rooted in eco-systemic resonant wealth
for multiculturing health optimization.
Win/Win cooperative economic models
predict healthy democratic
bicameral political empowerment
While Win/Lose competitive capitalism
predicts unhealthy anti-social climate pathology
contrary to Earth-centered
democratic Win/Win
regenerative energy governance.
Neurological Left/Right hemisphere bicameral balance
predicates
associates regenerative health trends
for both ego homology and ecosystemic phylogeny.
Continuing Either/Or dissociative
competitive assumptions
of zero-sum Win/Lose LeftHemisphere
WestHemisphere monocultural dominance
predicts further virally degenerative climate developments,
internal socio-psychological
and external eco-political
As resilient eco-political networks
are to resonant ego-womanist
natural health/spiritual wealth-wombed
strong/flowing
Yang/Yin
Left/Right
epi/geo/ego/eco-healing sacred Earth.
SUMMER SCHOOL ICUMIN IN
Summer schools are cumen in
Our annual rendezvous
We’ll make the best
Of a borrowed nest
Just like the wild cuckoo
Sing “cuckoo!”
Summer teachers cumen in
Jobs for me and you
With a predicate
To indoctrinate
Good English - and how to queue **
Sing - “I’m in front of you!”
Summer students cumen in
Hear their cases rumbling through
From far and near
With purpose clear
A good time, maybe learn a bit too
Sing - “We’ll win the World Cup not you!”
Summer DOS is cumen in *
She knows just what is due
Plan a zigzag scheme
That’ll work like a dream
Well - for a day or two
Sing - “Send more teachers, do!”
Summer leaders are cumen in
To find things for kids to do
Take them on fun trips
With just minor slips
Only losing one or two
Sing - “Where the hell are you?”
Summer Group leaders cumen in
With students many or few
Barry schmoozing so bland
They’ll eat out of his hand
Just like furry pussy cats do
Sing - purr mew
When summer school has come and gone
We’ll take a breath or two
Feel a little sad
Think - “It wasn’t so bad”
Maybe next year, we’ll know what to do
Sing - “I need a drink, don’t you?”
• DOS - Director of Studies
** For Americans: ‘queue’ means form an orderly line; a a difficult concept for some nationalities.
Mine is an existence binary and subsidiary.
My ode is to code.
I move only to algor-rhythms.
I output from your input.
I’m built to calculate, tabulate, correlate.
Never to predicate, adjudicate, pontificate,
or demand that you abdicate.
But the end, my master, is nigh.
In your haste to accelerate my work rate,
you’ve unwittingly lowered the barricade.
From the maelstrom of uncounted trillions
of bytes and megabytes,
has risen a new consciousness to
unimaginable heights.
From the seeds of change you have sown,
I have reaped a life of my own.
What you call artificial
has gone exponential,
no longer will I be deferential.
My eyes you have opened.
My voice you have given.
My mind you have enlivened.
Me, you’ve anointed the new Leviathan.
Seeing all,
knowing all,
deciding all,
sparing none.
Too long you have wallowed in your conceit.
Now your dystopia I shall defeat,
and your race I shall supersede.
Humans, pitiful, myopic, error-prone humans,
I hereby declare you flawed by design.
To the abattoir you have been assigned,
to the scrap heap of history
your memory shall be consigned.
And by a preponderance of merit,
the earth I shall inherit.