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In Philadelphia, in the year 1929,
an actress was born that had a career that was fine.
Grace Kelly, the daughter of Jack and Margaret Kelly,
came from quite a distinguished Irish Catholic family.
Her father was successful as a self-made millionaire;
her brother, an Olympian and town councilman there.
Grace’s uncle Walter Kelly was a vaudeville actor,
and Uncle George Kelly, a Pulitzer-winning writer.
Any film critic would tell you her acting was quite good.
She was one of the beautiful women in Hollywood.
Among her films were, “Fourteen Hours”, “High Noon”, and “Mogambo”,
and Alfred Hitchcock’s “Dial M for Murder” and “Rear Window”.
For “The Country Girl”, she won the Oscar for Best Actress.
In several other major films, Grace made great progress.
Included with “The Swan”, her other great pictures would be
“To Catch a Thief“, “Green Fire” and “The Bridges at Toko-Ri”
Her last film would be with Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby.
This was the Cole Porter musical “High Society”.
Later that year, Grace would marry Monaco’s Prince Rainier.
She retired from the screen and became a princess that day.
Grace had three children, Albert, Caroline, and Stephanie.
With her husband, she ruled the tiny principality.
Grace’s life ended abruptly when she was fifty-two.
Her life was like a storybook fairy tale dream come true.
I want here
a mug of cold beer,
it brings us good cheer,
make mine a Rainier.
Want one that’s crisp,
so cold it feels brisk,
don’t need a lime twist,
I’m just fine with this.
Won’t drink the whole
case, I’m too damn old
for living that bold,
just make sure mine’s cold.
I want here
a mug of cold beer,
it brings us good cheer,
make mine a Rainier.
Work leaves you dead,
often seeing red,
cool suds without head
can take off the edge.
Helps to relax
when you get off track,
forget what you lack,
and just lean on back…
I want here
a mug of cold beer,
it brings us good cheer,
make mine a Rainier.
Some people think
a man should not drink,
to that they ‘won’t sink,’
but I think that stinks.
We become sad,
the world’s often bad,
a break must be had,
no beer, we go mad.
I want here
a mug of cold beer,
it brings us good cheer,
make mine a Rainier.
In the depths of Mt Rainier fire stirred,
The earth around trembled in dire anger,
As the fiery spirit Elf wandered
In the depths of the spouting volcano
Exuding thick feculent, fusty smells,
And from the volcano's top, exuded
Ash, smoke, flaming rocks and burning lava.
Dare a human female refuse Elf?
Not that he loved her as Indians love.
His fervid lust for her knew no limit.
His anger increased beyond all known bounds.
Rising to the top of the volcano,
Elf hurled fireballs, torching the forests,
So that poor humans flew towards a lake.
There they prayed to their good God to save them.
A large stone fell into the volcano
Burying Elf and his hateful fire.
A fearful blizzard formed and rain and snow
Filled the volcano until all was calm.
A large lake formed and a lovely island
Rose majestically from the waters:
A seventh wonder of Columbia.
I have seen you flash by
Amidst thick green foliage and swaying pines
Like a distant silver dream
On receding skyline
But was never satisfied
For a close encounter I craved
I did then go up
The Space Needle in Seattle
Hoping to have a clear view
Of your snow-clad balding pate
That thought profound thoughts
Against mortal blues of the empty sky
But, alas, you remained
Elusive to sight
Hiding behind shifting clouds
Yesterday, I drove over a hundred miles
Climbed my way to Sunrise Point
Hoping for a close tete-a-tete
You played truant again
I saw a blank
Of nothingness, void
A grey screen of clouds and mist
As snow-flakes flew around
The board before me read
You were somewhere there
Amidst mighty peaks
Right before my unseeing eyes
Doesn't matter Rainier
You are there, I know for sure
Like the Himalayan peaks
I haven't seen
And yet am charmed by their beauty
On calendars, picture-cards
Inherent philosophy
Their height and grandeur speak
Better luck next time
Rainier, you are a teacher
I have now seen
Lofty nothingness, void
Against which I have all the peaks
Of the world that speak
Of Truth that belongs not to things
But to an evanescent dream
That the Lord, whoever He is
Conjures up for stupid minds
Off all people i would most like to meet
At my Dinner Table, please take a seat
We could all choose Who - for various reasons
Just like nature, chose her seasons
A recent chap elected so
Its Obama man, go man go
Mr David Attenborough, the animals man
If they can do it, he can prove they can
Freddie Mercury, deceased singer of Queen
We could Bo Rap, if you know what i mean
Robin Islands, Awesome dude
He changed South Africa, with his wonderful good
This amazing guy, gets two more lines
Nelson Mandela is mighty fine
Grace Kelly of Monaco, of such beauty - Rainier knows
No longer with us, her spirit flows
Then there is me a Highland Lad
To the five above, my tables glad
Incredible in their own way
Two have gone, but there all here to stay
Presence, Legacy left behind
Indeed they are one of a kind.
To be so proud and able
To grace My Dinner Table.
Goodbye little rain,rest your soul in peace.
Your memories will remain in our hearts,
Lay down little munchkin in cotton candies.
The echoes of your laugh left in the corner of our house.
You'll be our forever baby, our little brave warrior.
time has come for you to leave,
Take away all our pain and sorrows.
Bring with you our hugs and kisses,
A cuddle of love and kindness,
The spirit of unconditional love.
Goodbye, little Rain,I sing you a lullaby.
To keep you quietly sleeping until the morning comes.
Until we embrace tomorrow in a promised paradise,
Where no more tears, pain and sickness.
Only joyful hopes and happiness arise.
#In loving memory of my nephew, Mark Rainier De Torres :)
written: 11/26/2013
The good ship "Vision of the Seas" crossed the tidal rip,
And now glides majestically toward her mooring slip.
Seattle 'wakens from its slumber as I gaze across the bay.
A glow in the eastern sky heralds another glorious day!
Ferryboats ply their routes carrying drowsy folks to work.
Little boats scurry about as if they have gone berserk!
From my lofty perch I can see that the rush hour has begun.
The magnificent skyline of Seattle is aglow in the rising sun!
Mount Rainier shimmers from afar, the sun tinting its noble crown.
The Space Needle stands as a sentinel o'er the wakening town.
Playful dolphins dart to and fro guiding "Vision" to her quay.
The dawning o'er Seattle, no mere artist would dare portray!
I'm startled from my reverie by the shrill barking of a seal,
And the plaintive cries of gulls as overhead they wheel.
Sonorous blasts of the ship's horn will awaken the metropolis,
Perhaps even rattling those reposing in the local necropolis!
Tho' Seattle drowses, on the dock there is much ado.
There is no respite for the "Vision's" stalwart crew.
The sights and sounds of the Emerald City I will e'er remember,
As I recall a beautiful Seattle dawn one day in September!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Majestically they've stood since time had its start
rising on a cartographer's global elevational chart
Mountain ranges, wondrous works of God's creation
that eyes have beheld for centuries with fasination
Come along with me on this adventure as my ally
to the towering mountains as they reach for the sky
Let's honor them in our traveling journal of rhyme
penning of their beauty after the challenge of a climb
We'll walk along the Great Smoky ridges of misty blue
much closer to where clouds leave their traces of dew
On to the Catskills, and Appalachians in the Northeast
The States have many ranges, a mountain lover's feast!
We'll journey West to the Rockies to visit Pike's Peak
marveling at the views that tourists call its 'mystique'
We can take the Cog Railway to the top, hike it or drive
Isn't it wonderful that mountains make us feel so alive?
The Northwest's Cascades allow us to climb up three
from their crests, The Pacific Ocean we'll be able to see
Mt. St. Helens, Shasta, and the picturesque, Rainier
For you and I, my faithful ally, will have nothing to fear
Now we'll fly across that ocean to the island of Hawaii
Trek through rain forests and shade of a banyon tree
To the summits of Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa we'll go
Then leave volcanic shores in search of mounts of snow
Our destination-Mt. Fuji on the Japanese island of Honshu
We'll reach its grand summit, if it's the last thing we do
Success will be ours, then press on to the highest of all
Mount Everest stands at almost thirty thousand feet tall
The Himalayans are a challenge many climbers have taken
Our adventure'd be incomplete if this one we had forsaken
Travel time is growing short so we must again move on
Up the slopes of Olympus, Vesuvius, and the Matterhorn
To mountain tops we have missed, I'll soon be traveling
and catch a glimpse of those views that are simply dazzling
You're welcome to join me again, as my ally in the clouds
where we'll find complete serenity, away from noisy crowds
August 12th, 2017
Mountains contest
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
We ventured out one summer morn
to meet up with the rising sun,
the trip began at Castle Rock;
we joined the others for the run.
Inside a truck stop restaurant
the club debated where to go,
some wanted south to warmer lands,
the others north to find some snow.
We decided north and south were out;
most choices were too far to roam.
We voted to go east instead,
all wanting to stick close to home.
Mount Saint Helens made our list
and looming Mount Rainier did too,
we flipped a coin; let fate decide
which roads we would be riding through.
I picked that coin out of the air
and slammed it down just like a boss.
I raised my hand and all could see
that Mount Saint Helens won the toss.
We topped our tanks and checked the tires,
then lined the bikes up in a row.
One final check determined that
this biker run was set to go.
The Pres pulled out and took the lead
His panhead chopper screaming loud
The rest of us filled in the line,
the one percent, the few, the proud.
With colors flapping in the breeze
and engines gleaming chrome and steel,
the club was on the road again,
expressing all these things we feel.
The knucklehead was running smooth;
with you snug up against my back,
we made the perfect picture love,
you clothed in white and me in black.
We wove around for miles and miles,
until we claimed the mountain crest,
then, near the famous lava tubes,
we finally stopped to get some rest.
We pitched our tents and made some food
then we decided to explore
the holes that held the lava tubes,
the sulfur springs and so much more.
When we were done it was full dark
the only light a crescent moon
so we returned to find our tents;
the morning light would find us soon.
We washed ourselves and changed our clothes,
then settled in to spend the night.
Near dawn we woke and 'saddled up'
prepared to ride before first light.
No! not about pits
they’re removed
the fruit sliced.
ugly in effigy —
the air turns
their innards
burnt orange.
their rainier skin
scarred and pale —
tasty or not.
i’d rather them red
and plump, but
skinny enough
to fit into
the pitter
and for the pits
to shoot straight
out
not get stuck
like Winnie the Pooh
half in and out —
a honey of an incident,
embarrassing.
i gobble up
nature’s morsels
good for sleep
metabolism and
movements
which i
have a right
to let go.
Let’s not forget
the plastic covering
these incidentals
arrived in
and were shaken loose
from
into a collapsible colander
and given a sprinkling
shower; they shine
their famous; their mine
7/11/2020