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Sitting, trying to write, nothing
comes to me. Nothing is what it'll have to be.
Over the weekend and immediately
following the election demonstrations in the streets,
Not my president! But today is Monday
back to work and the business of business in America.
Never have we been fierce warriors.
Rhett Butler got that right: in any confrontation
with the state a platoon of new recruits
with automatic weapons outguns the stately
samurai. Ken and I were eating veggie
burgers and drinking local beers over worries
our fellow Americans will soon start shooting
Jews and Asians, lesbians and disabled veterans
whoever's recommended on the news.
There's a learning curve to disregarding tweets
and the remedies offered on facebook. Our refusal
to be more than the sum of ourselves
is our saving grace. Therefore, let
the peaceful transfer of power proceed.
Democracy doesn't guarantee smart choices,
just a chance to correct the mistakes we'll make.
We had breakfast on the Champs-Élysées this morning at Café Joyeux. Their croquet monsieur (a breakfast sandwich) was to die for - one bite can cure a hangover. They also serve a deep, rich Yirgacheffee coffee (€15 a cup) that I think God stirs with his little pinkie finger - it’s THAT good.
We took up most of the little outdoor, oval tables on the right side (there are 10 of us) and our little sorority was noisy with chatter - earning us looks. Our European vacation culminates today. We’re flying back to Georgia in a couple of hours. June seemed to drain away like water.
The minion my Grandmère charged with coordinating our vacation, François, breakfasted with us. He’s one of the flock of Sorbonne Université MBAs she recruits each year to infuse new energy into her conglomerates.
He briefed us on our departure and flight. His imposition of definitive order and advance planning allowed us a casual and carefree sense of travel. In an ideal world, he’d coordinate my entire life.
He’s been on-call all month but joined us, off and on - like when we arrived in Doublin, at customs, to smoothly guide us through and again, similarly, in Paris.
He’s 26, very handsome and model looking. He’s perfectly tailored, with an elegant yet minimalist style. He wears dark shirts of admiral and yale blue with long black jackets and gray slacks with no tie. His hair is a hipster straight, blonde fringe.
He’s so perfect that I wouldn’t put it past my Grandmère to have placed him in front of me, like bait, to see if something with us sparked-off.
He’s Frenchly brisk and yet dryly solicitous - as if I have the power to sanction his position, which, in a way I suppose I do.
“How’s François doing?” Grandmère would ask, each time we talked.
“He’s wonderful,” I said, “I think he’s a keeper.”
“Good, good for him.” she would reply - making the comment sound almost sly.
H-E-L-P!!! N-e-e-d s-o-m-e b-o-d-y!!!...
Spouse booby trapped husband!!!
Homicide courtesy munch
house zen by proxy
immediately suspected hunch
police, K9 corps, and ambulance
nearly lost their lunch crossing over divide
yellow crime tape
cordoned off homicide
booted feet did poetically crunch
while leashes untangled,
viz braided bunch.
Law enforcement officers i.e. they
Perkiomen Township precinct tidy
as... executive attache
case headed by narcotics
mod squad trooper Amelie
Beth knew address of scrivener brother
immediately quaffed mouthful Schuylkill
downing requisite with "FAKE" sedative cray
zee that seems giving
judicious punch to allay
time and again marital altercations daresay
put Schwenksville neighborhood
under immediate lockdown
Bay of Pigs in comparison childsplay
summoned rookies re:
instant karma coldplay
witnessed unusual display
officers, paramedics, and trained
German shepherds on faux pas did pray
(canines formerly under religious sway
nsync with neutered saint Matthew Scott
sacred church fathers and mothers
panglossian benevolence ne'er betray
loved spouting doggerel pay
Canis lupus familiaris obeissance
oh... I got scent tum mental anyway
kit and caboodle - women in blue,
plus aforementioned cod ray
regarding medical technicians
braced themselves steely, fiery, burly,...
former career recruits, thus okay
toughened courtesy green beret
fearless motley crew did sashay
gingerly, nimbly, softly... treading listening
faintly hearing sauntered without delay,
whence plaintive bent down on haunches
analogous to plie (plea yea)
including dogs ready to spring,
where overly curious inquisitive nee
bores asked to take selfie oy vey
afterwards quickly made bee line
discerning most strategic way
to enter apartment and rescue
a scene no stranger Giacomo Casanova,
to Rabelais, or Marquis de Sade
chaos theory put thru paces
mind boggling utter disarray
courtesy the missus
floor to ceiling clutter, perhaps soiree
gone awry with personal paraphernalia
strewn helter skelter hodge podge
bajillion potential accidents away
one misstep to temper and disable
garden variety trumpeting popinjay.
April showers
Drip drip drop,
Little April Showers,
Falling from the clouds,
The rain drops down
Each drip and drop sounds
Different as it hits the grounds
Natures musical melody
It's healing harmony
Pittering and pattering,
Splishing and spitting,
Black clouds are forming,
It's the sky's final warning,
Before the heavens dawning,
And then the rain comes pouring,
Crashing and clashing,
Splashing and sploshing
It's time to dig up some recruits,
Your wellie boot troops,
Raincoat is armed for any puddlish pursuits Umbrella up, stand and salute.
Drip drop,
Drip drip drop,
Drip drop drip drip drop,
Little April shower raindrops.
Across the city the emperor called
For recruits to join the legions
Travel to new and strange lands
And conquer for covetous reasons
As sun beat down they trained their men
To fight for colonisation,
Taking with them skills and knowledge
Introducing urbanisation.
Past mountains, lakes and plains they marched
Battalions stood United
Crossing countries, rivers, sea,
Arriving uninvited.
Invasion, yet they brought with them
Progression, innovation;
Technology since lost in ages dark
Transforming a whole nation.
Roads of stone, heated floors
Domestic sanitation,
Walls dividing tribes and clans
Fuelling aggravation.
Yet Britain’s climate, wet and dour,
It’s warriors and chief,
Sent Rome’s great fighters fleeing home
Struck dumb in disbelief,
That this small nation could be such
A hostile, retched place,
And Rome needed protecting
From the Jutes and Angles race.
So after Constantine’s withdrawal
Britain re-emerged anew,
Rebirthing of a greater nation,
Than the one the romans slew.
Left behind their legacy
Culture, architecture
But no longer an unwitting, oppressed,
Out-posted prefecture.
Some things in life we face with gratification and anticipation,
Tho' other events we eye with trepidation and frustration!
For instance, we look forward to that long-awaited vacation,
But a visitation to the dentist we approach with hesitation!
A preacher pounds the pulpit preaching the merits of salvation.
Alas, his flock anticipates the potluck, ignoring his exhortation!
Most folks strive to live a moral life to avoid eternal damnation,
Hoping to dwell in the Promised Land upon their expiration!
Folks are smitten with admiration for a new administration,
But forsake party affiliation when faced with inflation and taxation!
Dreamy-eyed brides look forward to their wedding celebration,
Tho' grooms may have second thoughts about such an obligation!
New recruits are engrossed with the recruiter's orientation,
But learn all too late that it was just so much obfuscation!
Some desire a military career but soon come to the realization,
That it requires lots of perspiration with paltry compensation!
Workers look forward to retirement after a ho-hum occupation,
To fulfill their aspiration of procrastination and relaxation!
Whether we confront it with exhilaration or abject exasperation,
'Tis a phenomenal phenomenon, this thing called anticipation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
We wait....standing time,
distant sound....bells chime.
Ringing twice....ringing three,
for you....or me.
Drifting fog....distant howls,
demons arrive....demons growl.
Chaos caused....friction ahead,
it's started....walking dead.
Graveyard risen....endless stare,
creeping forward....our nightmare.
Corpses strewn....new recruits,
some skirts....some suits.
Open arms....dead accept,
walking dead....living regret.
Gather weapons....discharge fear,
makeshift bunker....enter secure.
Silent prayers....deep breath,
moving forward....walking death.
Shoulder weapon....safety off,
squeeze trigger....rounds aloft.
Lead connects....rotting flesh,
creeping fall....repeating death.
Rising sun....ammo low,
walking dead....numbers grow.
Dead outnumber....living inside,
walls collapse....cannot hide.
Rifles spewing....final round,
backing up....corner bound.
Fate accepted....choice aside,
ripped apart....bloody tide.
Eyelids fall....blackness sets,
moments later....enter abyss.
Walking dead....numbers grow,
I've become....one also.
Creeping forward....endless stare,
soon becoming....your nightmare.
Years ago, my aunt developed mesothelioma. She and her husband did not have money for medical care. It was a Jewish hospital that took her in, and helped her through her last days free of charge.
The Jews have built many hospitals, made contributions to many charities, and established many foundations. The list is endless.
Jews have been instrumental in government and finance. They have served in our American armed forces from recruits to high level generals and admirals.
I have never seen a Jew burn an American flag.
I have never heard of a Jew cry out for his God while assaulting a woman.
Jews take their God seriously, and are respectful In prayer.
Jews are good pet owners. Many Jews own cats and/or dogs. Jews recognize dogs as one of God's gifts to all of us.
Jews endure a lot of hate and bullying, yet they stay strong.
Do not stir up the bunnies for if you do
you will be fighting their sixty-thousand relatives too
They marched against Easter in 1942
If you do not believe it, ask my Uncle Stew
He said there is no reason to make one rabbit mad
They will bring their relatives, all big, snarly, mean and bad
He remembers fighting in the street with one named Thad
Who pulled off his nose, the only one he ever had.
My auntie also had a tiff with a rabbit one time.
Except she brought in recruits, I think there were nine.
They all fought my auntie, who cannot smell cinnamon or lime.
For she also lost her nose thanks to the evil rabbits nine.
He had a way with words,
An avuncular style,
A throaty little laugh,
A world embracing smile.
He didn’t suffer fools gladly,
He thought that I was thick
But not too bad really for
A Yorkshire country hick.
He came into my life
For just a year two
One of those characters
That just passes through.
Raw recruits together
Both misfits in our way
Wouldn’t be given houseroom
In the Army of today.
This was sixty years ago
When his career came to end
And so often over the years
I’ve thought about my friend.
Somehow I bumbled through
A life of undiscovered crime
While my poor old mate
Got caught out every single time.
I stood, both escort and witness,
Even brought the final charge,
That set in motion the events that
Returned him to the world at large.
He wrote to me from civvie street
To say thank you and goodbye,
An offer of continuing friendship?
I didn’t even bother to reply
All these many years later
A thing I’ve lived to regret
One of those true characters
It’s so very hard to forget.
A misfit who loved his words,
Who tried to escape in drink,
Who for a while survived
Always living on the brink
Not so many months after
By mutual consent
It was agreed
Time that I too went.
I wrote to my old friend
I felt I had to try
But like me earlier
There was no reply.
For a long time I missed him
Missed his way with words
Missed his throaty chuckle
His laughter at the absurd.
These many years later
I still have fond recall
Of my fellow misfit
And how we survived it all.
He didn’t suffer fools gladly
Often told me I was thick
But not too bad really for
A Yorkshire country hick.