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For Vera, Leanna and Leslie
Today in church I was rapt as I listened to the words of the pastor,
As she spoke about the death and glorious resurrection of the Master!
But I must confess that my mind ran amok and wandered,
As I reminisced about Easters past upon which I pondered.
I recalled Easters of yore when our little girls were small.
How they anticipated the Easter Bunny, ready to have a ball!
Their mother, Vera, was an extremely talented seamstress,
Who made for each of them a gorgeous lacy smock and dress!
She insisted that they have new shoes, gloves and fancy bonnet,
Trimmed with lots of lace and colorful flowers upon it!
Vera wore an outfit including new shoes and hat with dressy flora,
And I of course had to wear a suit and tie and a ridiculous fedora!
Off we marched to church and Sunday School in our fine attire,
To hear the awesome Easter Story and a cantata by the choir.
After, a repast was prepared by Vera with ham and sweet pertaters,
With other tasty fixin's including a salad of garden-fresh termaters!
The girls relished the chocolate bunnies and eggs that they found!
I recall so many Easters with my family when joy would abound!
Fast forward to today when the girls from home have flown,
As they carry on those traditions with families of their own.
Alas, we lost our dear Vera this past July but I have this one consolation;
Today she celebrated Easter with CHRIST HIMSELF in great jubilation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
"Reveries are gifts of moments, even melancholy ones,
when our hearts were happy."
~ by poet
We planted a flower garden, he and I
Throughout spring's sunny weather
Shared our hopes among heliotropes
We did everything together
My reveries linger of when my finger
wore a ring that he had given
My life is marred and I'm scarred
By the thorn love used to scathe me
We grew roses in nurtured beds, he and I
Throughout summer's warm weather
Relished each bloom and its perfume
We did everything together
My reveries are treasured memories
But the summer days have ended
We live apart and it wounds my heart
For the thorn's still causing harm
We shared wine when we dined, he and I
Throughout autumn's chilled weather
Drinking Cabernet, he vowed to stay
We did everything together
My reveries at sunset fill me with regret
Gone are those days of fall, one and all
Chilly winds blow, and soon it will snow
The thorn still pricks my skin
We played in the snow like children, he and I
Throughout winter's frigid weather.
We walked in the moonlight every night
We did everything together
Until we said goodbye, and now I cry
In sadness I weep; without him I can't sleep
My reveries remain, and with them the pain
Of a sharp thorn in my side
We loved each other, he and I
Throughout four seasons of weather
Days of dancing, nights of romancing
We did everything together.
Reveries of us I can't forget, and yet
I wish I didn't remember that December
When it all ended and I pretended
Not to feel the thorn that pierced my heart
Cobalt is beautiful
Cobalt is deep blue
Blue is gorgeous
Blue is prominent
Prominent in the sky
Prominent in the ocean
Ocean water is deep
Ocean water filled
Filled with fish
Filled with coral
Coral is colorful
Coral is alive
Alive in ocean
Alive in reefs
Reefs are shelters
Reefs protect
Protect fish
Protect land
Land offers life
Land grows trees
Trees clean air
Trees give oxygen
Oxygen for life
Oxygen for humans
Humans are misusing
Humans take
Take resources
Take reserves
Reserves are low
Reserves lost
Lost for eternity
Lost forever
Forever destroyed
Forever needed
Needed for the future
Needed to live
Live on this planet
Live on this earth
Earth is grand
Earth God's plan
Plan for mankind
Plan for beauty
Beauty man understands
Beauty made perfect
Perfect match
Perfect for life
Life relished
Life love
Love
Relished
Original Poem Just Desserts
I was at my favourite restaurant and had a lovely meal
If I finished all my food then a pudding was the deal
I’d relished every morsel and was pleased as a Cheshire cat
The dessert menu was on its way, Oh I couldn’t wait for that
The waitress bought the menus and I rubbed my hands with glee
Oh sticky toffee pudding, now that’s the one for me
She came to take the order – we had waited as you do
She finally turned to me and said ‘oh Madam what can I get you’
Oh stiffy cockie pudding please was my swift reply
I didn’t realise what I’d said till I saw the tears form in her eye
I went as red as a beetroot and the others began to laugh
At my spoonerism which turned into a complete gaffe
The pudding it came quickly but I couldn’t wait to leave
I choked on every mouthful and my stomach it did heave
So please take notice of my error on this horrendous day
If you order sticky toffee pudding be careful what you say!
2nd February 2014
This was my first poem posted here and was is my first poem to be published in a book by United Press
Response Poem to Just Desserts
When I read my ‘Just Desserts’ poem, oh I made such a gaffe
I am petrified it will happen again and everyone will laugh
At home I have been practicing the correct words I have to say
To order sticky toffee pudding again will really make my day
We still go to this local restaurant for a tasty treat
I love the food they serve, it’s a lovely place to eat
But when its time to choose my dessert then I begin to shake
After my terrible Spoonerism I can’t make the same mistake
I smile sweetly at the waitress who comes to take my choice
Then clear my throat gently so I have a steady voice
I want to order sticky toffee pudding, the dessert of my dream
But I chicken out at the last minute and order an ice cream!
Contest - A response to My First Poem
Sponsored by Silent One
09~27~15
Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes
Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes
Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks
Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing
Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious
Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes
Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh
Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes
Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...
Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints
But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..
Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling
Remembering Mrs. Sully always makes my face break out into smiling mode.
Her face was as craggy as a grave, there was an aluminum tooth on the left.
When she smiled, it gleamed with pure happiness, making her stories even better.
When I first met her, her ferocious stories kept my gentle side terrified, for hours.
I thought she was the Hansel and Gretel witch, because she looked like my vision of her.
There was a unique smell around Mrs. Sully, an earthy, vegetable-type smell.
She was always in her garden, killing snakes, big black ones, with large mouths.
She relished showing us how she whacked them with her hoe, hacking them to pieces.
Although short, stooped over and old, she was a force no snake wanted to encounter.
Her stories were full of spit and vim, anger, and devilishly mean murders and such.
If you decided to share a story, she did not hear it, she did not pause if you wanted to talk.
You had to walk along beside her, acting like wearing two or three house dresses
over each other under a pair of overalls was normal, seeing the bibs and lace stick out like crazy.
Her expertise was incessant talking, not waiting for social cues or societal nonsense like that.
She knew about all the hangings that had ever happened in the county, and relished telling
About them in full-force detail, hoping to keep us on our toes, ripe with worry.
All you have to do is mention the words Mrs. Sully, and the old-timers smile, remembering
Those awful hangings, and what happened after the rope was yanked, because we all knew.
Sometimes I swear I see her in her old black hat, pulled down nearly to her eyes,
Stooped carriage, pushing a rusty brown wheelbarrow full of produce, from one farm to another.
We were lucky, our house was smack in the middle, so we would run out and hear the tale of the day.
She owned two properties, a block and a half from each other, one of them had goats.
If we were really lucky, she would have one of her mean goats on a little leash and we could walk our block with it, as it butted us with its angry head.
Rumors said the goats slept in the house with her. It did not matter to me, she was a character
I will never forget her, sometimes picturing that amazing aluminum tooth, which told excellent
Stories. Stories I do not dare tell my own sweet grandchildren, as they stay up too late already.
His death opened a direct channel
to heaven. His life, a journey
of faith; His Source, the Light
of a Universe, greater than the
sum of all stars –
His message, one of redemption...
of conscious re-unification with our
Father/divine. The Son's blood, a
blessed, sacrificial-wine ~ vintage, that of
salvation – a healing elixir from Angel distillers,
for overcoming man's bout with garden-fever;
immunizing man's spirit against the plague of evil,
thus confounding a Devil's fiendish manipulation, his long-relished win –
for the red, ripened apple has always been, a symbol of Evil's
fermentation of consuming sin....
Let us all imbibe, drink as thirsty apostles
from Christ's extended ladle, reviving a world
gone astray –
such spiritual quench within mortal reach – let our
words and actions not merely be the sounds and motions
of a profitless speech, but life-giving principals to impart,
examples of righteous behavior to our children that we
are commanded to teach ~
further evolving (this generation of budding gods)
beyond surface gestation of mere garden-flowers, yet turning from
new transfigured dawn during early implementation of wondrous,
self-applicable
creative powers –
Christ withdrew Satan's poison from our dank, heavy
firmament, so that we also may be lightened and rise –
beams of sunlight woven back into Holy Cords
of ascent ~ strengthening silver threads linking the souls of
all mankind with God's limitless miracles above – transforming
our lowly natures into ever greater vessels for the expression of a
Physical/spiritual
Kingdom of
Purest Love....
I'm in the garden of my life
Stumbling- I fall over rocks
I walk each step dignified
Standing tall - life is justified
The flowers bloom I reminisce
The buds flourish in my mind
The past coming up , just what shall I find?
Colors are ever so radiant and brilliant
I tell you , I love you and want you still
Cherishing each memory in my heart
The world at my feet - I see
This beautiful landscape enchanting me
I wish upon a star in the twilight
I see the constellations shine at night
And a pregnant star enlightens me
Born a falling star in my sight
And the muse listens delicately
Apollo leads my way with the arts
And I show my reflections with my soul
I write the words that make me whole
Listening you have the given opportunity
To cherish my thoughts indeed in your womb
I recollect in time , I'll open the door
And granted my words are relished
I'd say each poem that I portray
May bloom in your personality , each given day....
Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized within heart of darkness,
especially when electrocardiogram exhibits
absolute zero vital sign,
cardiac arrest translates
as cessation to lub dub,
hence yours truly
declared dead as doornail,
coroner report deems arrhythmia
directly linkedin to deliberate Machiavellian flub
courtesy the missus attempt to poison me
actually aborted cuz nanobots
loosed upon body gripped with rigor mortis,
a minor inconvenient truth
cuz odorless and tasteless deadly toxins
rendered me convalescing
from bout with death, an oxymoronic
former slenderman gourmand.
temporarily deceased
until said microscopic robots
avidly analogous to frenzied
figuratively hogtied pigs
buzzfeeding at a trough
creating porcine hubbub
invisible nanoids (0.1-10 micrometres)
accomplished programmed task
whereby fatal microbes they did scrub
away leaving me fit as a fiddle.
No matter she thoroughly, painstakingly
and lovingly didst strew
haphazardly she threw
leftovers together,
this blustery march like
November twenty six figuratively view
wing the remaining thirty plus days
of two thousand twenty one
thoroughly cooked in microwave until...
poor excuse for my meal appeared
with consistency of shoe leather.
Think the missus not afraid
of Virginia Woolf keen to experiment
treating me like the Gingerbread Hag would:
questionable resultant glop pantomimed
for my guessing pleasure
never figure out in bajillion years
as amateurish Marcel Marceau charade
performance courtesy the spouse,
an entrée she gave - yours truly
immediately sought to evade
me subsequently evincing
horrific puckered mealy mouth
as though I swallowed hand grenade
figurative exploding oral cavity
feeble futile gesticulation inveighed.
I have followed hard times past
It was a lonely walk but I last
When you see on my shoulder was the hand of God.
Through it all when I let go of His hand
Yet still he stood He stands
Said in the road was soft and the dust
Falls from heels of my feet and I’ll rejoice.
And I relished in I can fail this the journey.
As now on the road got easier with Him Hallelujah
Past and sometimes presently felt feeling lonely, but ultimately
I’m emerge I’m emerging stronger, stronger in resilient
I amid constant, constant presence in support of I am always in God’s hand
Even when I feel like letting go
Perseverance and faith In faith and perseverance
I am above and not beneath If you’re beyond belief
If your bout’ hunger If you seek peace
Can’t take it any longer don’t have your way?
Let go today! Don’t have your way?
Let go let God
If you’re uncertain
Wrapped up in your emotional curtain
Stand breath inhale/exhale
Allow the hand of God unwind you
If you seek peace
Can’t take it any longer
Don’t have your way?
Let go today!
Don’t have your way?
Let go let God
Just relax
Stop being up set
Just stop git a new/renewed mindset
It’s been and beyond OKAY
Everything A Okay
Don’t have your way?
Let go today!
Don’t have your way?
Let go let God
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7/20/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©