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felling the wind at my back
set free as it rustles my mood
about
the tall grass bends and bows
under my feet and my life
time is buried six feet below
what will you say
words spoken louder then thunder
though i still can't hear them
i don't believe i am supposed to hear
this wind at my back controls me
guides me past my humility
free from any political agenda
are the birds mocking me or
laughing with me, their grins
and peacock feather grace
are they better than the human race
i have found my life is expired
and these random thoughts now
get me tired
i have won the race held my head up
asked for forgiveness, been a witness
i have left a better then average corps
lost some weight and exercised
nothing has changed the birds still sing
though i am in the 5 ft 10 in cage
whilst listening to some songs
i came across this line
you gave me head
on an unmade bed
the phrase lingers
one can see that scene
whilst at tafe, a fellow student
asked, quite out of the blue
do you come
when you are being sucked off?
walking out of a late lecture one evening
this girl, who was keen on me, made a joke
what do banks and 'crumpets' have in common?
it is easy to deposit but hard to withdraw
she was not subtle in her approach
i did not want her
i said excuse me, i need to take a leak
and entered the men's toilet
i waited quite a while in there
hoping she'd be gone
and she was
but waited at my car
she stood there in her short skirt
legs ever so slightly apart
leaning back on the fender she said
can't you just give me one?
yeah sure. How many words
do you want in that essay?
Here I stand on the front lawn for all gawking passersby to see;
A convenient spectacle on which neighborhood dogs choose to pee!
I try to keep my cool (so to speak) as people make sport of me,
With carrot nose, silly hat, arms formed from branches of a tree!
A corncob pipe clamped between charcoal teeth shapes my face;
I feel so ridiculous lounging here staring off into distant space.
Its those little household terrors who made me who I am,
Then they leave me to thaw in the sun not giving a tinkers damn!
I would just as soon have remained anonymous in a snow drift by the fence,
But if I may say so, I'm a handsome dude - that said in my own defense!
Politically correct jerks call me a 'snow person' upsetting me so!
Dang it! I'm a SNOWMAN and have been from generations ago!
Its cold out here but I reckon they dare not light a flame, lest,
It would hasten my doom which is so very tenuous at best!
So passersby, enjoy me whilst you can before my certain demise,
As I slowly sink to the ground liquefying right before your eyes!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Silent shadows whisper wicked rumors from tawny tinted tents
Reflecting rueful random thoughts, such are their laments
Circus kingdom cast offs disappear for no fault of their own
If only you knew, the stunt star’s stunning and raving review
Perilous pyrotechnic cruelly disfigures, and if only you knew
Dark duplicate shapes of onyx outlines, two damaged lives
Repellant is he, a vibrant visible resilient soul is she who thrives
Redeemed restored! Residing in each other’s passionate thunder
Unscrupulous undertones shan’t ever tear their love asunder!
You know what I mean...
Sequestered away from prying eyes of light they remain inside
Alas all alone, as in The Phantom Of The Opera they hide
Yet, shimmering silhouettes seen against the dimming sky
What witnesses the galactic guardian stars cannot deny
They say beauty can never be found in the dark,
I’ve heard this from an empress ere she was ready to embark
upon a ship shouting, sheets rife with words written about her love
No not notes of loneliness it’s not for this lioness a warrior above
it all, she places all her inner impetuous into her piercing poetry
A dusky distant shape and outline listens, lusting, yearning with glee
The light shone brightly behind, they move closer kissing eagerly
You know what I mean…
July twenty-third, no one’s birthday.
Have to feed the cat.
He wants in.
Feeling guilty that I have allergies to him.
Take a walk around yard.
Admiring my flowers.
Early in the day, so not melting yet.
Grasshopper on my leg.
Irritated a bit, but not a lot.
Going to meet my friends at Lucky’s at noon.
Did I wear my green shirt last time?
What can I wear that will be cool enough?
Do I have to wash my hair to get the stick out parts down?
Should I call it off?
I have been a recluse for a number of months.
I am starting to like binge TV.
Who am I kidding? I jump in the shower.
10:01 am
I have a million and one things to do
And it’ll be the first thing done when I get home
Because I don’t have anyone to distract me
Because I chose to live off campus
I live twenty minutes off campus
And now I have no friends
Everyone around me has friends
They have fun being away from their parents
If only I could get away from my parents
The only break I get is at work
That soul sucking job that isn’t really a break
I need a vacation away from it all
I could go on vacation to Europe again
And drink til I die of liver failure
But still my body would come back here
This body that I hate most days
Most days I can push all this down
Focus on the random thoughts that pass through
The ones that are blanketing every real problem
Using them to make my morning a bit more bearable
My morning walk on campus past groups of friends
Friends who are away from their parents
Who are free, even with school, this is their vacation
I look to them longingly wondering what if
What if I never get to be a part of one of those groups
Of friends that are unnecessarily diverse and happy
That sit on the grass with food and their unopened textbooks
Laughing about a joke that was never that funny to begin with?
10:02 am
Before there was a world or a word
there was unfathomable loneliness
in the gaseous expanse of pin pricked night
an infinite course of vibrations, sound
nascent, coalescing, gestating,
until planets ripening birthed with souls.
There was only the orb, the throbbing soul
and an unknown longing for word,
conduits formed synapses gestating
to wavelengths of crystalline loneliness,
the aching white noise, static, lack of sound,
and the wanderers of celestial night.
Man was born to such a daunting midnight
aqueous eyes and conical ears for soul
to shattering din’s discordant sound,
no bird song, no harmony, no words,
just an aging, aching, aloneness,
of random thoughts thus wordless gestating.
A rhythm of circular gestation
formed the day and lingering became night
and thus weakened, warmed the loneliness
with woman kind He brought her soul.
Ether resounded with sheet lightening, words
for those sounds were to souls, the God sound.
Strong, silibant streams of understood sound
released from the oval egg of gestation
songs formed as man combined the God like words
croonings of passion fill the nubile night
as joinings rolled-tidal of mated souls.
Word all powerful had freed loneliness.
Each creature gifted an end to loneliness
earth, water, fire ,wind, all given sound,
all graced beloved with shimmering souls,
hatched from the dragon’s egg, life gestates
into the bountiful passage of night.
Cherish the ever present presence of the Word.
No longer alone, a sound vibrating within
each atom relates to the soul, gestation continues
in the night's never-ending cycle of the Word's life.
*My PASSION is SONG
* Many lines have internal RHYME as well as
the end rhyme achieved by the use of the same words.
*Dedicated to inspiration achieved
through the writings of L'Nass Shango & David Smalling
Celebrity deaths can be bizarre
someone so close yet so far
the realisation hits you hard
yet they have no clue who you are
Meat Loaf sang to my youthful years
Sarah Harding sang with my peers
when the Queen died there were tears
and was Diana’s what it appears
Watching those planes hit those towers
the world as one witnessed those cowards
that massacre in the morning hours
then militaries became empowered
Next was London then Paris too
England crying unis avec vous
testing times bring out those true
voted Brexit but love E.U
Man United won the treble
Man City now at that level
the blue moon shines on the Red Devil
history books record those special
2003 England’s World Cup
‘66 yes please shut up
scandalous FIFA so corrupt
3 Lions always self destruct
We made football we made law
this island nation oh so small
conquerors of more than all
fighting giants not so tall
The history that we best remember
“On the beaches never surrender”
NATO nations all one member
all for one with one agenda
As we explore beyond the moon
machines on Mars out to Neptune
the News at 6 bringing gloom
AI Ukraine and monsoon
Covid Ebola and the climate
protesters who have never climaxed
trains crashes that left the tracks
deaths resort from knife attacks
YouTubers that speak to many
all done just to make some money
causing offence so nothing’s funny
can’t let meat reach your tummy
Notice now how kids have causes
blocking roads because they’re foolish
speaking without knowledge shortness
things we learned that no one taught us
Growing up I owned a tortoise
someone nicked it from its fortress
for its value seeking fortunes
never knowing what’s a porpoise
Random thoughts of simple sorts
sleeping nude no boxer shorts
the warmth of her who I will court
keep mingers the last resort
ugly ones say no thank you
get drunk and I guess you’ll do
wake up somewhere strange confused
run away cus she’s a moose
Handsome hand written and random
stopping once I’m paid a ransom
I’m not sure of that Charles Manson
singing songs written by Hanson
Once cast out, have I gained a little favor
I won’t be proud now, I’ll stay humble
All the tiny little moments of joy I savor
Down the rabbit hole do I now tumble
Hoping the fantasy land won’t crumble
Yes unicorns, ferries, maybe a leprechaun
This mythical land of play without pain
A splendid spot for some feverous fun
Quite an experience that I seek to gain
Whatever little I have of trust I will train
Seize the moment live in the here and now
Forget about yesterday the past wont change
The only problem is it seems I don’t know how
To move on for me often seems so very strange
A collection of random thoughts I now arrange
One more travel I begin to the land of hope
Traveling light only drifting through the space
Here I do not think I will be allowed to mope
Of self pity I cannot show even a single trace
I take of my running shoes for this is no race
There may be some long jumping only of trust
To refuse that, is to abandon humanity for good
Wind that had blown hard simmers to a tiny gust
At the entrance for so long I waited like a hood
Finally have some of my words been understood
As we get into the cab,
or honcho as it were,
I think nothing of it.
At first.
However, as a little time passes,
as the wind howls around the transport,
rain lashing against the windshield,
the tires and the road they speed down,
the metal hull and the windows -
the windows that glow in the dull light
of all the passing street lamps -
I begin to muse.
How does this man feel?
I hesitate to say 'this little man',
for that is what he seems to me;
but I mean no disrespect.
He is older, perhaps old enough
to have been a wee one
when our kind first arrived here.
So does he drive his honcho service,
hating us?
Making money off those who invaded his Okinawan homeland,
yet inside furious?
Does he resent that we gradually seed our influence here,
perhaps taking away the pure culture
that he so very shortly got to glimpse?
Mayhap, he seethes.
Then again, he could just be a simple honcho driver;
making a living through driving,
just like any other.
Mayhap, he just is.
Few ever spare space in the mind
for the effectively invisible,
the ones we interact with
on a nigh daily basis, but give no regard -
such random thoughts are those that occupy my mind.