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Dear Ma and Pa: I'm now a proud United States Marine!
I've found it purty easy to slip into their tough routine.
Some of them city fellers think things is really rough,
But growin' up on the farm has really made me tough!
Why, they even let us sleep-in 'til almost five o'clock,
Then, sergeants rant and rave to awaken us hapless flock!
You make your bunk and shine your shoes, if time will allow,
And then march to the dinin' mess for some hearty chow!
On the firin' range I've got three medals for aimin' true,
And though I'm only a hundred pounds and am but five foot two,
I can out-run and out-jump anyone on the obstacle course,
And flip them macho guys to the ground with but little force!
Pa, this shore beats sloppin' hogs and shuckin' corn,
And gazin' at mules' rumps a-plowin' at the break of morn,
Or milkin' cows, tendin' goats or hoein' rows of taters,
Or sweatin' under the Hoosier sun pickin' pecks of maters!
There's even an indoor outhouse and all the hot water you crave.
This shore does make it handy when the fellers need to shave!
Shucks, I'm a-thinkin' about makin' a career as a Marine.
That's all for now, as ever, your lovin' daughter, Darlene.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Back to the city we go
We leave you winter ghosts
To sway away on your hanger hosts
Until next year or never more
It depends on my poor dad
If he can dress himself
Next spring
Still in his UAW gear.
I stand for a moment in his empty closet
Like a hat stand in a cardboard box
His callused gloves resting in a drawer
And outside on our deck
The rocking chairs race
Side by side
Like horses jockeyed with October wind
Boards creaking beneath
My lures sparkling like mother’s jewelry
Jigs spoons plugs
Hung below
In the shed’s metallic flaps
An autumn tambourine
Shaking at the rumps
Of a pair of summer swans
Pounding their wings in liftoff.
kids are all tested
on reading writing and arithmetic
trade workers are tested
to ensure they know what standards fit
industrial and institution leaders are tested
before they take over to eliminate personal
why then are presidential candidates not tested
for their humanity and mental abilities as well as their logic
reagan was who many wanted and he was tested
and proved out of it by dementia but allowed to stay on as a patriotic
t-rumps uncalm can't walk talk think (his education bought not tested)
his traits more serious than just symptoms of a frontal lobe that no tick
daily he threatens to overthrow election results if he's bested
this shows his ego's panicked and seeks a legal trick to remain the big dick
got to quit the us-against-them and we'll-not-be-bested
demon-cracy's not democracy and doesn't deal with all sides like the sick
many democracies health care systems beat that of the wont-be-bested
more than two political parties (a voice for all sides) and acceptance the trick
stan sand
I see that winter has now broken,
steam fills each word, as they are spoken.
Cold air seems to fill the room,
as the stuck in side, brings on its doom.
The land is now covered with snow, and ice,
to go outside, we better think twice.
Slipping and sliding, as we bite the dust,
landing so hard, our rumps we bust.
I haven’t built a snow man, or ridden a sled, in years,
I haven’t had a snow ball fight, being in good cheer.
Now I am old, but I still remember the good times you see,
they will always have their part with me.
Be careful of the snow thats yellow,
cause it belongs to another fellow.
I can still make snow angels,
while I’m flopping around,
might as well do something, instead of laying on the ground.
When I finally, get back up to my feet,
I take two steps, and myself I repeat.
I sure do make a lot of snow angels you see,
once I fall down, the rest is all left to me.
The school bell rings, we all get up from our seats,
Like ladies and gentlemen, and walk out into the hall.
There's no running allowed in the halls
Or the teacher will send us straight to the principal's office.
I couldn't wait to get out on the playground for recess.
The most fun to do, is playing together with friends.
I run towards the low-hanging swings
Shouting, Yes! Higher, higher reaching for the sky.
We’re laughing and yelling as we go, round and round
Holding on tight to the bars on the merry-go-round
So, we won't fall off with high-speed.
The seesaw is the best. I sit at one end
And my friend on the other, up in the air
Up and down, up and down, and feel the hard
Thump on our rumps as it hits the ground.
We all wait in line to climb up the ladder
Waiting for our turn on the slide.
Some of my friends picked sides to play baseball,
Others basketball.
Rrrring. We turn to the sound of the school bell.
Shucks. It's time to go end.
6/22/2021
all gym op Ill chumps free caw’s paces.
ball brim bop dill thumps see jaw’s maces.
call crim cop grill pumps knee saw’s cases.
nonsensical word play is the aces!
doll dim drop shrill humps plea yaw’s places.
fall flim flop frill rumps tree slaw’s glaces.
hall him hop jill lumps dee flaw’s races.
sing song rhythm leaves graces.
enthrall limb lop bill dumps knee straw's laces
mall mim mop cill grumps lee vaw's faces
paul prim pop hill stumps wee heehaw's praces
melody keeps me jumping glaces
saul stem stop zill mumps jee gnaw’s braces
tall grim plop thrill plumps zee draw’s vasesp
wall whim whop pill frumps kee shaw’s daces
loving this poem and her traces.
"I walk this lonely and gray maze absence of noise for days,
till only my name be known." Quote by poet
Beagle, my small, sweet, faithful, warmhearted,
Regal, Harrier hunting hound girl puppy,
Loves to sleep on my armchair.
Fifth of her litter. She stares, with sun sparkling hazel eagle eyes,
Short, soft white, with patches of brown and black hair.
Her brown ears down like pendulums in the air
That swing back and forth when she runs.
Stands proudly with her head straight up and alert.
Her black nose never fails her;
It wiggles at the scent of quail.
She rumps inside and outside
With bumblebee boundless, curious, playful energy.
Tail high, cheerful and outgoing,
Happy and very yappy at times.
She’s humorous when her toy is her tail
An affair she chases over and over again
In a circle, having fun when she is excited.
Her bed is my bed in quiet, hush puppy, snuggly comfort.
yet it was something else
something we never knew
we'd hear or understand
conceptions with the sorting's
conceived thru togetherness
her beleifs were that dividing hers from mine
would create a togetherness
from her need of mine and hers
rituals without conception
concepts without realism
confussed from the lies
she alows herself to beleive
concepts of being right
when she's wrong
that her body might remedy from
one night, what havoc she's caused
over months of resistance
sing ye thou bassoon
from the Bass Cleft Essay Session Series,
Ecstasy and Beau-dikka: "rumps of a raging sea"
they Barest Oboe!
Mocking Boudicca from the
Bassoons in the stream. A story by
Wisswonn Dinner: Dessert Andherlove
let your reed vibrate the beauty
that each tone is heard and song to
listen that she will speak
than sing that she wishes
her bassoon heard
t-rump is a bankruptcy professional....
fall guy who takes responsibility with respect....
legal complications in exchange for profits that....
preserve his style of life while others struggle.....
it is pertinent to ask if t-rumps party is bankrupt....
and he plays an ignoramus fall guy who will be blamed....
when the party (as is) no longer wins because money is going.....
elsewhere and not to a corporate party that's behind the times.....
because the filthy rich controllers refuse to support the likes of.....
a universal health care system, an education systems that actually....
ranks with other modern cultures, an end to the us against them.....
government concept preserving a relatively primitive democracy system....
stan sand
Asinine
The Poem
Spit and glue
Tape on glasses
Lace on wrinkled rumps
Lipstick on lizards
Ants in bee-hives
Parties in the cemeteries
Toothfairy bank robbers
Dunces in libraries.
Rhymes on caution signs
Large Letters for the deaf
and hearing aids for the blind-
Asinine.
I think, to see a cripple crabs with crutches,
bow-legged spiders with a pigeon toe-ed cat.
Or a knock-knee-ed rabbit- with a Multi-Colored Bat
Apes eating hor devours
Amish wearing Hats no-more
Imagine the scenic scene
That we would see-
If the Sky replaced the sea-
Spit and Glue will never do-Spit
won't do, when you need glue.
Dressed to kill with taped up glasses,Lace on strippers
with wrinkled rumps
It's a crazy poem but I really feel
You should never read rhymes on caution signs.
CAUTION
Look up here
have no fear –
There have been
twenty-six
accidents right here-
When you slow up
to read this rhyme
you may get hit
from behind
cross the white
line and smash
over the medium