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Written: December 11, 2024, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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When dusk strikes, the magic swirls,
In the grasp of dawn, a wispy heart twirls.
The shades waltz as a painter brush whirls,
In a vacuum night, dream faintly furls.
We whimsey we'd catch the rainbow past,
Ride the wind whispers in a peaceful blast.
Sail aboard ships of wonder over skies so vast,
Still, life's intricate yarn holds shadows cast.
With each glitter and moonbeam embrace,
Warm mutters soothe, eradicating the trace.
A crystalline elixir, hope unending grace,
In a chaotic world, I'll waltz amid the space.
So hear the moon croon, as the world feels right,
Through lilac and lavender, our hopes bear flight.
In the bittersweet dance of our love’s pure light,
We embrace the shades, and in time, we unite.
From periwinkle skies, where stars softly bite,
To obsidian hoops, in the gloom of the night.
The elixir of life offers sweet, gentle height,
And while sunrise glows, we dream in spite.
The crimson and green, in dawn’s golden light,
As hope drips from vials, crystalline and bright.
With each ebbing moment, pain feels contrite,
Yet dreams linger on, with a soft, tender bite.
So bless me, as the dawn’s light breaks,
With glimmers of hope that the dawn makes.
In every hue, from crimson to blue ice flakes,
A kaleidoscope of dreams, pure and slake.
From blue skies to lavender pillows,
I shall find my path home by shadows.
In this upholstery of wonderful bliss,
So bless me, bless me, with dawn kiss.
My New Years resolution is not to make any more New Years resolutions!
I've made 'em in the past but they died on the craggy shoals of the Aleutians!
I'd swear to ease up on the vittles but I caught those scales lyin' to me.
I tried to curb my cussin' by usin' terms like gosh, darn and golly gee!
I resolved to be more courteous to other drivers and not flex my middle digit,
And be more patient with my kids when they wanted to squirm and fidget!
I vowed to take my dentist's advice and floss my choppers each and every day.
I flossed religiously but lost my religion leavin' my teeth prone to decay!
I promised myself that I'd exercise regularly in order to keep fit and trim,
But preferred lollin' in my LazyBoy with a beer sans goin' to the gym!
'Tis obvious when it comes to keepin' resolutions I ain't got much fortitude,
So I reckon I'll take my chances and not lock-in on any inane platitude!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
There lives a father named OLIVER whom I know very well.
Clearly a biological one, but OLIVER was never a GOOD father.
OLIVER married the mother of his son, but never respected her.
He spent some time in prison and also was a fugitive for several years.
After OLIVER was released from prison, he and his son had a couple of decent
years that later turned south. I would consider him, not the worst but at best,
a POOR father. He still lives, but is yet estranged from his 26 year old son.
I also know a father named ROBERT even better than I know OLIVER.
ROBERT was married for several years to the mother of his children.
The two of them had a few good years raising the kids together until
things went deeply south for them while the kids were still very young.
He has remained in touch and helped in the support of his three children.
ROBERT takes his fatherhood seriously, but the dye had been cast that
could never be erased. I must say that ROBERT has had many challenges,
and all things considered, I would be inclined to call ROBERT a GOOD father.
Lastly, the father that I know least about and fail to understand, is BENJAMIN.
BENJAMIN never married the mother of his two children, and the relationship
never developed into maturity. BENJAMIN seems to have never had any sense
of responsibility. He had great kids, but showed little affection and rarely even paid them a visit. They are both now grown, and the pain of fatherlessness is clearly showing. I tell you, I do not hesitate to say that BENJAMIN is many points below being a VERY POOR father.
061921PS
Names are changed. Based on true stories
It wouldn't be Christmas unless there's lots of snow,
Nor would it be Christmas without sprigs of mistletoe!
What would Christmas be without jolly old Saint Nick,
And Ralphie's "A Christmas Story", that all-time classic flick!
What would Christmas be without a tree with shining lights,
And carolers singing "Silent Night" on snowy winter nights!
It just wouldn't be complete without the town's Christmas parade,
With marching bands and Santa aboard a firetruck in the cavalcade!
It wouldn't be Christmas sans greeting cards noting Santa's girth,
And much more fittingly, cards heralding a little Boy's birth!
It wouldn't be Christmas without Dad receiving the usual socks and ties,
And Mom oohing and aahing over more hot-pads to use baking pies!
Can you imagine Christmas without fruit cakes and snickerdoodles,
Candy canes, peanut brittle, chocolate creams and scrumptious strudels!
Christmas wouldn't be complete without seeing the blissful joy,
On the face of every girl and boy as they unwrap their treasured toy!
It wouldn't be Christmas without the gatherings of dear kith and kin,
At happy celebrations where love and fellowship reigns therein,
Remembering that the reason we celebrate the season most of all,
Is the birth of a Royal King to a young virgin in an humble stall!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
by Joseph Christopher Liguori and Robert James Liguori
Shh. Can’t you hear her talking to me.
Her voice is the whisper from a tree.
Sweet arms are the branches that grab me tight,
And lift me towards the light.
She’s the angel of the shires
With rolling honey combs of bees to put out my fires
She’s as strong as oak, though soft as pine,
And her embrace soothes me like delicate wine.
Her sweet breath gives me life.
Being near removes my daily strife.
Tender leaves shade me from my fears.
Powerful roots dry up my tears.
Her jealous friends lack the thorns,
So they attack with frenzied acorns.
But she protects with her ancient stature
For here is my girlfriend, Mother Nature.
Saturday, October 23, 2021
As the autumn and winter seasons inexorably unfold,
You can bet that I'm destined to catch my annual cold!
I've tried every remedy from the local pharmacist's shelf,
Includin' syrups, lozenges, even toddies to cure myself!
My nothe ith all thopped up an' I can hardly respthire.
My lungths are congesthed - they feel like they're afire!
My eyeths are red an' thwollen an' I can barely thee.
Every bone an' muthel in my body acheths - woe ith me!
I called the docther's offith for relief only to be told,
That he wath home in bed nursin' a nasthy cold!
He would've told me to take an athpirin an' go to bed.
I reckon I'll juth have to thuffer through it here inthead!
'Cold' ith a mithnomer for thith afflicthion anyhow.
"Why ith it called a cold?", I muse, throkin' my fevered brow,
An' quaffin' noxthious concothions to relieve my burnin' throat.
The meds can't quash my mithery, as the pharmathy ads promote!
Man hath thent rockeths soarin' through the boundleth univerth,
So why can't they find a cure for thith worrithome curth!
There musth be some college kid who thomeday will find a cure.
She'd be more than eligible for Nobel estheem I'm quite sure!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rightths Resethered
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School Lunch --- Kid Munch --- Dane Ann
Sleepy --- Snooze Buffoon --- Dane Ann
Stink --- Lizard Gizzard --- Dane Ann
Stunned --- Dazed Amazement --- Dane Ann
Terrific --- Amazing Marvels --- Dane Ann
Tunnel --- Traffic Funnel --- Dane Ann
Undulate --- Love Ripple --- Dane Ann
Vicious --- Violent Victory --- Dane Ann
Violent --- Brutal Bruiser --- Dane Ann
Wink --- Glitter Glimpse --- Dane Ann
Will --- Desire Aspire --- Dane Ann
Righteous Indignation --- Wasting Your Love's Patience --- John Moses Freeman
Ketchup --- Flavor Master --- Dane Ann
Kindness --- Kindling Care --- Dane Ann
Layer --- Endless Clucking --- Dane Ann
LOVE --- Perky Permanence --- Dane Ann
Moonshine --- Booze Punch --- Dane Ann
Mundane --- Earth's Reign --- Dane Ann
Necessary --- Vital Vittles --- Dane Ann
Opulent --- Lavish Living --- Dane Ann
Psychiatrist --- Mind Baker --- Dane Ann
Quick --- Speedy Deed --- Dane Ann
Rebellious --- Rowdy Ranting --- Dane Ann
Travel Center --- Tour Allure --- Robert A. Dufresne
POT --- Metal Kettle --- Robert A. Dufresne
Vegetarian --- Hungry Humanitarian --- Robert A Dufresne
Jam --- Toast Host --- Robert A. Dufresne
Opaque --- Solid State --- Robert A. Dufresne
Incest (1) --- Family Tree Spree --- Robert A. Dufresne
Incest (2) --- Kin Sin --- Robert A. Dufresne
Undulation --- Vexing Vibration --- Robert A Dufresne
Quick --- Time Flick --- Robert A. Dufresne
Vortex --- Whimsical Whirlpool --- Robert A. Dufresne
Query --- Quizzical Quest --- Robert A. Dufresne
Subway --- Electro Metro --- Robert A. Dufresne
Yea --- N'ary a Nay --- Robert A Dufresne
Chrazy Caos --- A Mell of a Hess ---Robert A. Dufresne
Kite --- Light WRIGHT --- Robert A. Dufresne
Chaos --- Naught Of Christ --- John Moses Freeman
Exoressions --- Word Whisperer --- Rhoda Galgiani
Kitty Kats --- Furry LOVE --- Rhoda Galgiani
Single --- Poetic Peace --- Rhoda Galgiani
Compact --- Edited Epic --- Karen O'leary
MISSING YOU by Robert Allison (May 2000)
On the horizon - the sky is blue,
The warm summer day has a great view.
But down deep inside - my sky is gray,
'Cause my best friend just moved away.
Life without her - I cannot bear,
If only she could be here
If only I could be there.
Ninety miles away, my friend that's where you are.
Such a short distance - yet seems so far.
Can't wait to spend time with my friend,
Only time will tell when I'll see you again.
Will it be days? Or even weeks?
Thinking of you brings tears to my cheeks.
I remember days spent together - just you and me,
Thinking back to these times bring back happy memories.
So until I see you again,
I'll be Missing You
'Cause you're My Best Friend.
Whose Woods Are These*
An Emerald Necklace wends through Boston town
as children we would roam unsupervised
go catching frogs and other things we’d found
beware the turtles – they were supersized.
The dogs we had were large and not too smart
so they would play with creatures live or dead
return with stink to make the skunks depart
chase off the pond-bound ducks and steal their bread.
While we of tender years and lacking sense
would splash along the minnow dotted shore
then dine beneath the berry bushes dense
as lazy dogs succumbed to summer snore.
Then home – across the tarmac heated soft
to sit upon a stoop at sunset’s fall
to watch a stoic moon’s slow climb aloft
awaiting silent streetlights curfew call.
©1/7/2018
*Robert Frost – Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Into the woods Poetry Contest
Silent One - sponsor
Glenn Hughes Poetry Contest - Robert James Liguori
TOUCH MY LIFE: Glenn Hughes: TRAPEZE - MEDUSA (1970)
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I've been waiting
For so long
For Lord for you My lord
To touch my life
Now I feel it inside
Lord, stay with me this life
All of my life I’ve been running away
Around and around
Never turning inside
You are my soul, my voice, my life force
Lord, stay with me this life
I can’t wait
To embrace you like a child
Feel your love, Lord touch my life
Without your grace, I am empty inside
Oh this wilful life
I have lost much time, I now
Need you more Lord,
I want to feel your grace
Touch my soul
Touch my life
Dear Lord, I feel blessed
Now that I realize I need you
I need to visualize
I have got to have some
I’ve got to feel you Lord
I kneel and bow to feel so
The touch of your hand Lord,
I feel, I feel, Oh the feeling’s now inside