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We have an assortment of clocks collected over the years.
Some chime melodically, others are odious to the ears!
Some rest on mantels, others hang upon the walls,
Each emitting their dings, bongs or ear-splitting squalls!
One squawks John Deere tractor motor sounds every hour.
To expunge that raucous din, I removed its AA battery power!
I must admit, I've always been an avid John Deere aficionado,
But the noise was noxious to my ears - 'tis now incommunicado!
I'd like to chat with the feller who invented the cuckoo clock.
Why couldn't he have used a dove's soothing coo to mock!
Above my desk hangs another curious horological wonder.
It plays the Air Force Song on the hour, rending peace asunder!
The old grandfather clock utters a pleasant, mellow gong.
'Tis pleasing to the ear - he's my pal - he can do no wrong!
In contrast, the banjo clock emits a delicate twangy sound,
That is, if I can remember to keep it tightly wound!
Another clock strikes the hour and birds begin to chirp.
'Twas relegated to the garage, since my serenity it did usurp!
Most of my clocks are old friends, 'cept one among the number;
'Tis that doggone alarm clock, that awakes me from my slumber!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Fearless
I am not afraid of the future
The mystery it holds.
Lurking in the shadows, uncertain.
Bring with it, when it comes:
the crashing of a thousand cymbals
the roll of the drums,waves in my ears
roar of the seas, extravaganza.
The whine of the violin
the sadness,the loneliness
the despair,the tears.
The strumming of the guitar
your fingers moving
the fret of my love, humming.
Blow like the bugles
the horn in splendour!
Wake my soul ,my spirit
soar like the eagles ,nesting
the new morn, its delights.
Breathe like the flute,
my lips over you
the nights ,the fervor,
the longing ,the passion unfold.
Bring in the organ,the piano
the tempest of the waltzes
the hues, the strains
filling the spaces, unseen .
Chants like the prayers,
rending my being,
lead me, from this life to the next.
I am not afraid of the future,
the storms it creates,
neither should you .
Stay,be a rhapsody.
I
Tiny tremors trigger tumultuous tantrums inside,
Like a whispered secret, that refuses to subside,
Trivial troubles trip, tender ties that once did bind,
Leaving love's landscape littered, with the shards of a shattered mind.
Fragile feelings fray, furious fists that once did clasp,
Now clenched in anger, or limp in a sorrowful grasp,
Flickering flames of love, falter, fade, and finally pass,
Like the dying embers, of a once-warm, now-cold, winter's glass.
Sizzling sparks of suspicion, set sacred spaces ablaze,
Melting the mask of trust, and revealing the hidden, hurtful ways,
Sweeping statements stir, swirling storms of bitter haze,
Choking the air with anger, and the weight of unspoken, unseen gaze.
Petty problems proliferate, piercing peaceful, private places,
Stealing the sweetness of silence, and the solace of secret spaces,
Painful pride and passion, perpetuate perpetual, pugnacious faces,
Reflecting the turmoil, that rages, like a restless, relentless sea.
Raging rivers of resentment, rush, roar, and ruthlessly ravage,
Rending relationships, ruthless rivalries, and ravished, romantic images,
Shattered shards of shattered dreams, scatter, shatter, and shame,
Scarred souls and shattered hearts, succumb to sorrow, shame, and blame.
Yet, gentle gusts of forgiveness, gradually gather, grow, and glow,
Gifted glimpses of genuine love, gently guide, heal, and help to know,
Softly shining spotlights, spotlight sacred vows and trust,
Strengthening marriage's mighty mansion, with love's unbreakable crust.
Water! Water! The entire landscape submerged
Grave silence! Except the torrents swift and huge
Intimidating sights, plains and valleys merged
Rushing above the tops of roofs with a surge
Clergymen discoursed it the Almighty's curse
The end of epoch, predictors prophesied
Scientists explained it an eco inverse
Country folk acknowledged it ill-fate and cried
Swept by it the colonies of little birds
Corpses drained by the rapid gush of water
Crashed , ruinous, inexplicable for words
Haphazard the course of life by its slaughter
Debris and uprooted trees drained by the flows
Disfigured the pretty landscape of lush green
Distressing sights remained as heart rending woes
Destruction with all its diabolic spleen
Life becomes an endless and relentless fight.
By mingling, can't we make an adaptation?
Western and Indians' viewpoints may be right
But harming nature leads to degradation
Place : 2nd
Unthinkable
Unimaginable
Nightmarish
Devastating
Heart-rending
Knee-trembling
Insanity
Derangement
Untethered
Unhinged
A madman
almost pulled
the Nuclear trigger
in Ukraine
'cos things weren't going his way
Horror of horrors...
Kennedy faced down Khrushchev
Reagan toppled the wall
But JFK and Ronnie are long gone
We must stop Putin
Led by YOU, Joe Biden
We must stop Russia
Led by YOU, Kamala Harris
You are the leaders we've got ~
Get up off of the sidelines
and enter the fray
Take some pride in the USA
and its armed forces
ready to spring into action
at your command
Activate the best military
in the world to STOP
Russia and Putin, to
REMOVE Evil Incarnate, to
SILENCE this Monster
and his cursed countrymen
FOREVER ~
before it's too late
Itinerant mercenary shrouded with penitent robe
Shining beacon for terrorists around the globe
Hermetic curmudgeon; gun-toting xenophobe
Zealous provacateur who for ardent jihadists did probe
Material wealth a means; establishing a caliphate the end
Seeking Arab-royalty's, sovereign-sheikdoms to rend
Scourge of terror to blight all that western values defend
Sharia law to govern Middle East; Allah's dividend
Great Satan's engine to throttle
Region's fealty to bottle
Suicide pilots struck the monuments we coddle
Gratuitious shards and blood stains did the landscape mottle
President Bush promised swift revenge
Ordered Taliban to stop Osama's bloody binge
Mullah Omar reneged; Bushes' saber rattling had a malodorous tinge
U.S forces did the Taliban's quarters singe
Alquaida's overseas operations are diminished
But Alquaida's mission not finished
Alquaida cells in Iraq, Afghanistan bravely battle, mettle distinguished
Nevertheless, the infidel forces not extinguished
Gitmo detainees probed for information
Trite torture brought about stunning reformation
Stressed warrior's fealty to leader declined in isolated station
Under duration, divulged details about Bin Laden's method of operation
Osama's couriers cover blown
Seeds for fruitful harvest are sown
Courier's redoubt canvassed with satellite, drone
Intelligence on compound, residents CIA did hone
Calculated risk; Navy Seals in choppers did alight
Flying quietly with fiery portents into the calm night
Hoping the briny tentacles of terror to blight
Cresting over the shadowy compound; objective in sight
Down the dangling ladders vigilant Seals did repel
Into the throes of darkness descending into the mouth of hell
Perimeter defense, early warning signals were of no avail
Osama's stunned tenants could only stand fast or bail
Each obstacle, human shield the Seals did meticulously fell
Carefully following the trail to the Holy Grail
Entering Osama's room, rending the sacral veil
The caged warrior with precision did shell
Osama's dead body packed in a unmarked crate
Transported vicariously to lab, identity to equate
Identity confirmed; vigilant menace had met his fate
Un-consecrated remains tossed into sea; watery tomb his final estate
Deep breath
Let it out, carry the blight
Another ... remember the mantra
It is NOT a reflection of my worth - ever
This imbalance, this favoritism ... yet ...
I work tirelessly, intensely
I scrape the walls of my spirit
Wring the drops of creativity from my core
Burn the pulpy paragons of my aim and acumen
All in the efforts to weave the finest fabric from phrase
To spin wonder from words and will
To affect the deepest emotion and imagination and ire
Simply by the ordering and placement of letters on a page
It is my passion - my craft
And I take nothing more seriously
Or more joyously
And no matter how magical the end game
No matter what the fruit born of my most astute energies
I drown in a cipher sea
(And this is not a perspective of arrogance, but rather empirical reality)
Patches of rough-hewn fabric that frays at the edge
Shredded attempts at art and assignment
That are their own worst rags and remnants
But are held up as the golden standard of excellence
And, (I kid you not), wonders of the writing world
Simply because of the signature at the bottom
(And often, a fake one at that)
Though it fails me as to where that absurd accolade originates
Oh, to but query straight out, without reproach -
Where-oh-where, is the ripe in this refuse?!?
What is the redemption you find in these careless phrases?
Stuffy words stuffed into stuffy stanzas
All for the sake of feigned profundity
How can anyone possibly take such transparent text
For anything but mediocrity and mush?!?
Still, the endless comments of adoration ... at a loss
It is a weekly, daily, even hourly poison to my soul
Rending, ragged, my person and fertile prescience
Leaving my hands clenched and blue
My wit and whimsy tattered
My quill filled with blood
And my heart ... taxed and weary.
Chapter..........1..........Part..........2..........3b.
The mounted riders,
they speed forwards,
Turvehr did kick with heaven's power,
his mighty horn tearing and rending,
His eyes,
afire with hates desire,
his coat,
it did shine like the raven's wing,
when kissed by Sol.
He was the destroyer of the evil fire,
to rend,
this was his work this day,
his heart a living flame,
pure hatred was his song,
to kick, toss and tear,
this would be his killing way.
Turvehr was a terror,
a light destroying the dark,
his horn now caked in bloody gore,
hatred ruled the battlefield this day,
great indeed was his majesty,
the glory of a darkened dawn.
Women watching,
cried out with fear,
when e'er an enemy came to near,
for love indeed, this day was born,
for Turvehr,
the king of the Unicorn.
Alahsar still had her gates,
mortal men,
their lives, they did lay down,
numbers falling,
Demons they did crawl,
The end of humanity? Dark hearts filled with hate.
From the gates a mighty moving,
womanhood coming forth with great haste,
Hate-filled eyes and voices of venom,
yelling out thunder as they come forth.
Now, into two groups,
these shield maidens do split,
one group heads for the Dunlaven bridge,
the other group, the fight on Badicha,
still, the foe seemed many more.
the Arlaghs ever to the fore,
a mighty foe begins to push,
the might of dark within each beast,
to hold this foe,
it would take mighty strength,
yet, strength was failing,
the Arlaghs, then, did mighty push.
Then to human dismay,
upon the left flank,
spiders, wolfs and their riders attack,
from the trees they come,
Arlaghs, they also come with this attack,
the cavalry on the left flank,
they are taken by complete surprise,
horses scream in fear as they begin to fall.
riders also crying out, as they die this day,
some shall lie on the bloody plain,
others within the bellies of flesh-eating enemies,
on seeing this, the women warriors hurry forth,
no order had the golden king given,
they had come,
against all orders.
Still, humans stand,
much blood does flow,
man and woman,
power did show,
children watching from on high,
as parents and friends slowly die,
Dark man fighting, vengeance dead,
the Tigress, she is spreading fear,
a bloody day for one and all,
"Blood For Blood," the mortal call.
To Be Continued.
The Walking Dead
It’s said that at the crucifixion, certain events took place.
But nowhere in history do we find this case.
Eclipses, in the ancient world, were important events,
And often believed to be major portents.
But history lacks this event of immanity,
And that’s a big problem for Christianity.
A literary trope and mimesis again,
Showing up with the ancients’ pen.
Again,miracle wise, is the Temple curtain,
(The tearing of it is just not certain.)
Sixty feet by thirty feet by 4 inches thick.
Even magically tearing it would be quite a trick.
This curtain was a huge divider,
Separating God from any outsider.
Beyond the curtain was supposedly God’s presence,
And only the High Priest could stand in God’s essence.
This curtain separated God from man,
And rending it supposedly change this plan.
Now people had direct access,
To the God they wanted to address.
Now we come to the final case.
Dead people walking all over the place.
Many people came out of their graves,
(And they had died before “Jesus saves”.)
But people before, came back from the dead.
Elijah raised one, while Elisha, with bald head,
Raised two people himself, in different ways,
So again it’s mimesis, the same old craze.
And after Jesus, followers raised dead too.
Exactly what you’d expect them to do.
And of all the people who came back from the dead,
Not one word from them was ever said,
About the time after their death,
After they took their very last breath.
But we know the reason for this story.
It’s meant to give their hero more glory.
A salutory observation, to billionaire deletes, and devourers . ? Er leaders
Of their Nations.? Who are black in sin
Now satans kin..Awaiting destruction
Awaiting is it pain.? The rending of the
Souls in the lightless hell hole.' No measure of depth.' No rights there no-thing, ahead or
Left.! Or way to turn..As denied desires
White hot burn, yet you will not see that
Intensitiy isolation is in the cosmic reach
The ultimate lessons there ( you will teach ) you will apply the torture to what
Was once a soul..You will exist in regret
And be digested whole.' The scenes of joy
You might have known sealed off from
Where' will be your home, if you think the
Twisting of desire is a pain while here? then i
Have some news..Its bad no fear.! As you
Try to deliver your self your desires on
earth and find no real satisfaction..
Once there its well?? In un-measure infernally worse.'