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Thirty two years ago today
Our family was complete
With the arrival of a baby boy
Overdue, nine pounds, perfect and sweet
The purest love we had ever known
The day our whirlwind child arrived
Little did we know what lay ahead
Yet we all surprisingly survived!
A kind, caring ,affectionate child
With an angelic cherub face
With a spirit so wild and free
Life and its risks he did embrace
Adventuress and fearless
There was nothing he wouldn’t attempt to do
A childhood of stitches, bumps and bruises
Phone calls from schools and a policeman or two
His teenage years were the most daunting
Risks now being taken with alcohol and cars
Licenses lost , vehicles crashed,
Time spent at parties , pubs and bars
Tonight at seven pm he turns thirty two
He is loving ,kind hearted ,settled, happy
Genuine, funny and our lovely son!
No two parents could be prouder than we!
The whole of Eastern Samar
Is commemorating its historic
Battle joined by local patriots
Of Balangiga and neighboring towns
On September 28 1901, the only battle won
By fighting Filipinos against the Americans
That we call now the Balangiga Encounter of1901
This heroic act in that part of Samar
Placed the Balangiganons and the Waray townspeople
In the realm of historic significance
All for independence and democracy
The final return of the Balangiga Bells
Brought in a global laurel to this very remote town
That has now stood more prouder yet humble
For the ultimate sacrifice by their forebears
For love of country and people.
The first automobile I ever had,
I bought when I was a sixteen year old lad.
Since it was numerous times pre-owned,
Its gears and innards groaned and moaned!
It was a nineteen-thirty-seven Ford Deluxe,
And as I recall it cost two-hundred and fifty bucks.
It had sixty-five horses under the hood.
To keep apace of traffic, I pedaled as fast as I could!
The great Barney Oldfield I tried to emulate,
As roaring about town I did perambulate!
I made intimate acquaintance with many a cop,
And as a result had some serious chats with my Pop!
It was known by its sobriquet, the Blue Goose,
And although I put it through lots of abuse,
It got me and my dates to movies and proms,
But I suspect it was a bane to some anxious moms!
Since my youth I've owned finer automobiles,
But I've never been prouder of a set of wheels!
The Blue Goose got me everywhere I wanted to go,
And compared to prices today, sure cost a lot less dough!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I had to climb the ladder in our bookstore the other day
to retrieve some books off the upper shelves…
as I do from time to time….
and I was immediately enveloped by a memory
as I began to climb.
I flashed back to when I was a child…
standing at the foot of the diving board ladder
at our community swimming pool.
My dad was there about to teach me a lesson…
the kind you do not learn in school.
I had never climbed that ladder before…
and as saw it ascending high into the sky
I said, “I don’t think I can do this, Dad...
the ladder’s much too high.”
To which my dad said, “Oftentimes in life, son,
if you choose to face your fear...
you will find the ladders you’re confronting
are not as tall as they appear.”
That was my dad…always ready to give advice
I’m sure he thought profound….
urging me to climb to the heavens…
while he was safe upon the ground…
But I faced my fears….I climbed that ladder
I dove into the pool…
and not only was it sweet…
but by the smile on our faces it was hard to tell
who was prouder of my feat.
And the lesson I learned that day…
was one my dad already knew…
and one I still hold in high esteem
If I fill my mind with doubts and fears
there is no room for my dreams.
Circumstances...circumcising visions of premonitions
Orange sun shines on thousand seconds after dawn
Not that yesterday mattered anymore
Just so that you know, I'm sore...you're a bore and a flake...you're a fake and a whore...torn in tears...forlorn in fears...challenging them with cheers around here next to my family and friend peers
Understand I'm not ever alone...YOU SELFISH LITTLE B - nevermind...I ain't wasting my words on you...
Rage on a different page, hideously furious...in this cage of captivity...it's a pity you don't see the cuts on my wrists...conjuring crimson upon my bathroom floor...forevermore...fervently...forlorn...born to death now...somehow, lured in by shadows, who knows where the wicked wind blows...
Imagining you gone...imagine?
Noting this -- I have moved on -- where do i begin?
Get over it...Dave the Brave, I have my wits to be alit
Corny, but I'm illuminated, even intrigued by dull small talk because silence speaks louder and prouder than words, like birds, fluttering insanely...barely surviving and thriving...humility humps my mindset now...
raped by rue
i see you...
my, oh my
so much solitude and attitude of gratitude if only you knew...why...
omit the abyss...enter in, happiness
never exit in my mindset of eustress
organically awakened by October's Sabbathia moon...
not your so-called HalloweeN BS....
triggered.
hope you know i'm absurd...
eek! With or without you...I can speak...you don't know half i've been thru
delusional daydreamer I am...I am God's WANDERING, PONDERING AND SQUANDERING lamb...YES! I am...BAM! Got a problem that I'm as robust as a ram? Man...
oh, you are dashingly, abashingly skeptical of me? YOU'RE OBLIVOUS, u c?
oooh,
Rude...you say...you say today...
shut up...
true, listen...
empty...
Positively a door wide open without a key in it...my doorstep is dripping with blood...but, I wrap it with a handkerchief...Revelation revels through the realms of my roving mindframe....I'm not to blame...unhappiness just came...it locked me up into this game of shame...I'm not the same as you now see...I'm authentically...me...biblically...righteously...humbly me...no worries!
When I was a mere lad, my Dad always cut my hair,
But as I reached my teens and became much more debonair,
To the bald-headed barber I whizzed in my old hometown,
Seated myself in his chair and plopped my quarter down!
I had never been a paying client at a barber shop before,
So I asked about that red, white and blue pole spinning by the door.
Said he, "It was a sign for barbers doing surgery in the olden day!"
At that I gulped, almost choked and turned a sickly gray!
Done with my hair, he'd shave my neck and brush on lots of powder,
And liberally douse my scalp with Vitalis - I couldn't have been prouder!
His shop reeked of pungent oils and stale tobacco smoke,
It was all I could do to sit there, trying to stifle a choke!
The town barber shop was a place to gossip and hear inane babble,
And was the local hangout for ne'er-do-wells and other idle rabble.
The risque banter invading my naive and delicate ears,
Gave me an education far beyond my tender years!
The tales I heard were of the local women, booze and such.
Though I had some inkling, I didn't understand all that much!
Had my dear devout Mother known what transpired there,
I suspect she would've insisted that Dad continue to clip my hair!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I was minding my business, taking my time,
Ridin’ Ol’ Bess from the West Miller Mine
When all of a sudden, (weren’t nothing’ I did)
Bess started buckin’ and she hit the skids!
I was pitched off her back like a sack of no worth
To land near the meanest dang rattler on earth!
His tounge was a-flickin’, tasting the air,
His eyes clouded over, like a blind man’s that pair.
He was longer than Bess with a full twelve-inch girth,
My mettle dissolved to a pitiful dearth.
His head raised up proud, his tail even prouder
And that buzz just kept getting louder and louder!
His mien was aggressive and I was a wreck
So I pulled out my shooter and aimed for the neck!
Now I hate killing creatures; God’s watchin’ and all,
But he had my number and was dialin’ the call.
His head is still there, by the side of the trail
But I took the rest home, even that tail!
His meat fed me supper, yep, top o’ the line.
His hide and those rattles? A hat-band so fine!
Tina lost her footing and fell and fell and fell and fell.
Where was she falling? Was this the beginning of hell?
What the heck? She blinked hard. Where was she?
A sign on a large table that was high up said eat me.
I’ll eat you! Tina said, when hell freezes over.
She marched to the door, wearing her pumps she called rover.
The door was locked, so she began doing her dance.
Rolling on the River, it always made her ex’s heart prance.
She got louder and prouder and the door exploded and melted.
She could have not been sexier if she had been kilt-ed.
Do proud Mary next! The Mad Hatter shrieked from the door.
Cheshire Cat and Tweedly Dee and Dum were there, by the floor.
Tina began to spin. Her short skirt showed off her sexy legs.
Okay she said, but after I do you will fix me some cheese eggs?
The whole menagerie was watching, and cheering, as Tina let loose.
The Mad Hatter ran over and gave her a pinchy-goose.
This stopped production and some of them gasped.
But Tina had seen worse, so she gave him a clasp.
She’s such a good sport; the best Wonderland had ever seen.
Off with her head! Yelled the Queen of Hearts, full of mean.
They hid her in a clamshell and served her breakfast too.
Tried to keep Tina Turner forever, just between me and you.
But she is a survivor. She always escapes a bad scene.
And she did it as a lady, showing not one ounce of mean.
We utter around 16,000 words a day…some days sixteen-thousand and two.
And every now and then, if we’re blessed, we come face to face
with the good our words can do.
A mother and her daughter walked into the bookstore.
The daughter was ten maybe eleven years old…
and I had no idea the wonder that before me would unfold.
They came to the counter to purchase a book
after browsing through the store for while….
When I said to the daughter, “I love your glasses!”
She looked startled, thanked me and she smiled.
Her mother was smiling too and as she wiped away a tear
She said, “You don’t know how important that was for us to hear.”
It seems they had just picked up her new glasses earlier that day…
and she was nervous and self-conscious about how she looked
and what other people might say.
I told her not to worry that I’ve been wearing glasses since Grade 2…
And, “With my glasses is can see your glasses look beautiful on you.”
Her mother thanked me again and her daughter smiled and waved
as she exited the store….
It’s possible my glasses were a little blurry but I’m pretty sure
She walked out a little taller and a little prouder than she had a minute before.
Of the 16,000 words I say each day…I never would have guessed
that ‘I love your glasses’ would be the four words
that stood out from all the rest.
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Sept. 2025
a scrawny piece of fluff
who pissed in the passage
not knowing whether you were
dog or baby boy
we rushed for a mop
your antibiotics were counted in
grains on the glass table with a needle
when you were not really very ill
just a mild runny tummy from
tasting a garden frog
then you curled between legs
below steering wheel waiting for
your treat from the mall
your growing spine stroked in
harmony with the road
you pressed your little nose to a
low window mistakenly locked
outside as you waited for
potato chips still not knowing
that you were not human
replacing empty spaces covering
cushions with smelly hair you grew
as quickly as a beanstalk
sturdy stocky soothing our aching
hearts for what was lost
paintbrushes and canvasses
with a cupboard full of clothes
was replaced with new
companionship, your love tightly
packed with territorial strength
we delightfully proud when you won
the ‘Pitbull Pedigree of the Year’
but you were prouder when your
Jill birthed six beautiful pups
your primordial blood oozing fulfillment
now your muscular agility
St. Michael loyal almond eyes
powerful jaws and outgoing
personality gives us mint
marjoram parsley abundance
in doggy humour and gratitude for
an experience of merging with tenacity
we taste your commanding ______love
in our herb smoothies ~