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Once upon a time but not so long ago,
A man sat by a pond dangling his big toe.
A rather large fish enjoying his daily swim,
Noticed the mans big toe that kept enticing him.
The man saw the fish as he sauntered by,
He wanted that tasty fish and he must fry.
His pole already baited was lying by his foot,
When he picked it up it landed in the brook.
The fish all laughed at him when his worm escaped,
There would be no dinner on the poor mans plate.
The moral of this story goes something like this..
If your efforts are lazy you'll never achieve a thing,
Like trying to lace your shoes without shoestrings.
He rode in to Santa Fe one summer day on a broken-down, sweaty nag.
All he owned was the clothes on his back and the Bible in his saddle bag.
He wore a suit of black, an old slouch hat, both so dusty and frayed.
He was an itinerant preacher man by the name of Jeremiah Slade.
Beneath his well-worn duds he wore a brace of pistols on his hips,
With the 'sinners' in towns he occasionally enjoyed a couple-a nips!
His District Superintendent took a very dim view of his associations,
Warnin' that it might lead him into very injudicious temptations!
He dismounted, hitched his hoss and brushed the dust from his suit,
And strolled to Clancy's Saloon, well-known as a house of ill-repute!
He sauntered up to the bar and pointed to a jug of whiskey on the shelf,
Sayin', "Bartend, hand me that bottle. I'll pour three-fingers fer myself!"
He leaned with his back to the bar surveyin' the riotous scene before him.
The debauchery he viewed indicated reapin' souls looked mighty grim,
But he drawed his guns and hammered the butts on the bar fer attention!
"By Gawd!" he thundered, "I intend to clean up this place is my intention!"
With that the dancin', brawlin' and gamblin' came to an abrupt cease!
"Now, I want y'all to find Jesus and give each other the kiss of peace!"
Forty-two souls searched and found Him that day in Clancy's Saloon!
He praised the Lord, sayin', "That's a purty good haul and it ain't even noon!"
The new saints were shoutin' "Hallelujah!" and he roared, "Now hold on there!
I remind y'all I don't preach fer nothin' and if'n y'all would care to share,
I'll pass the hat and as Jesus said, ''Tis better to give than to receive!"
He gave some to the bartend, sayin' "Set 'em up!" With that he took his leave!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Oh my beloved skeleton boy
You filled my heart with so much joy
Your hands so nimble in their sockets
Your heartless chest- set off my rockets
My pulse did race with each new scare
like when you looked down at me …from the stair
a ghostly aberration seen
wafting behind your cool death screen
But my skeleton boy… at this pace
we will only find happiness... in graves embrace!
Please lift the shroud that covers your face
let me know more of your ethereal grace
No flesh of skin nor plush armed capture
is needed to enlist my rapture
I was yours and yours alone
from that first night you toppled …from your throne
You sauntered over to my dimensional space
and asked me grinningly ...to dance in place
you offered up a ghostly ride
how was I to know ...t'was a tsunami tide
that would quickly ..............take me out to sea
and rock me forever
.....like a tumbleweed
I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.
My owner loved his old cars, saying 'they don't make them like they used to;'
And I enjoyed getting out upon the open road, to show him what I could do.
My fellow cars and I saw lots of sunny days, in bliss freedom of the flowers,
Traveling the length and breadth of this land, in the clasp of jeweled hours.
Flighty friends and I recalled 'good old days,' in rosy sunset times of finally,
Laughing and talking our memories in darkness, as moon shone, indefinably.
Forever friends were like feeling family, in the floral days of fuchsia's reign;
When flitting, green butterflies fanned for long, and falcons flew like a train.
I lived in the house of pleasant shadows, which didn't have many windows;
For it was one huge room without a view, like a path without the primrose.
Sparkling summer sauntered in silently, creating such scenes on my street!
Silken clouds roamed, when Sam ran his errands. Traveling was ever a treat.
Neighbors made admiring noises about me, going off on rides in neon night.
We cars were the toast of the neighborhood, nice nostalgia, in a golden light!
Clown orchids had ceased performing, in gone days of purple, beard orchids.
Now their summer relative had the holy ghost, like bliss from many sources.
Mask flowers held beautiful mystery, in alluring hues of pink, cream and red;
Like sweet secrets of moonlit shadows, and violet dreams after going to bed.
Once, Sam and I were cruising Sunset Highway, for it was my turn that day;
While dear friends waited in the cool, quiet of home, for their chance to play.
I felt a sudden impact on my left, and I knew I was hurt! There was damage;
But if not for Sam's expert driving, we might not have been able to manage!
This had happened to me times before. Such is to be expected in a long life.
As ever, friend Sam was my Superman, my mechanic in times of cruel strife.
My convalescence didn't seem so long, as I laughed about old days with pals.
When streets were not very busy, and many listened to front porch musicales.
For we were darling, daring trailblazers, quaint old paving way for all modern,
Leaving lingering feelings of fond nostalgia, like lovely fall leaves which yearn!
I thought Pedro was playing a joke,
lying so still out there in the dewy grass,
just outside of Mr. Anderson rusty red barn, as if he'd croaked.
Hopping closer, careful not to raise suspicion about my upright posture,
I noticed Pedro's furry chest barely moving,
the whiskers 'round his nose barely quivering,
and instantly sweat ran down the black streak of my back.
I'll have to reveal my special skill to save this darn cat!
I've seen it done in movies, in plays, even in books!
By ladies in dresses in June,
And swindlers in bars among loons,
But never, never by a 'coon!
So up I hoisted my poor fallen friend
And sauntered to the back door of Mr. Anderson's den.
Though looking around
No one was to be found.
So I laid Pedro on the couch and called 911.
Desire crawled toward her lover-
She was by contempt convered:
When no coin tend to serve you right.
You make a new rule and toss a new dice.
She'd been exposed to pollution,
After Zeal was bethroted to contemption.
Then none is ready to perceive any longer her lyrics,
For the contemptous zeal did the ear prick.
She was by fate alone.
Hence she sauntered to him for a loan.
That if to her, life present a pleasant delicacies.
So,will she-along with her lover- dish from it varying species.
Desirous contempt roar in the field,
And wrong zeal did many folks lead.
17:09:09:12:17
She sauntered into grandma’s house
Wearing her hair like Veronica Lake
That sultry, sexy forties look no one knows about now
Grandpa and Uncle Tommy remembered.
They grinned at each other.
She began to apologize almost immediately
Because she had meant to bring a gift of liquor
But her boyfriend told her grandma’s policy at the last second.
She had stopped to get flowers, but they were out.
We have flowers out back, the girls told her.
She looked uncomfortable, and none of us knew who she was.
We surmised she might be Harry or Dickie’s girl
But they had not arrived yet.
We never guessed she was Lizabeth all grown up.
A distant cousin who had been adopted out.
When we figured it out, the men stopped ogling
and Grandma cackled with her witch laugh
Picture a man, showcasing his sandcastle to the sea.
It is crafted with perfection,
each grain of sand like a flawless soldier in his rank.
It is a rising skyscraper of luxury
amidst the sand's flat glare.
He runs to the water's edge
and calls to the sea,
waiting for the seafoam to wash gently over his feet.
But they never did.
Idly, the white crests sauntered away in indifference,
sometimes approaching like an old friend,
sometimes retreating like a sworn nemesis
but never did they seek out the man.
Eventually, beneath the moon's soft glow,
the chilling tide reached out in convenience
and without a word of thanks,
pocketed the sandcastle,
sweeping it into the depths with casual ease.
And though the man wept
for the loss of his creation,
he vowed to one day venture across this callous,
wild being
if only to see
if its actions were one of ignorant routine.
Losing the belonging in debris of broken heart
to the silent shore of sorrow I had sauntered.
My emotions swirled like dislodged moist sands
in the tide of remote time when you were mine.
On the rolling sea made of billion drops of tear
descended somber shadow of night’s slate sky,
split unseen by the flying flash of a shooting star,
dissolving like memory on the horizon of oblivion.
Transient flame of trajectory of consumed desire
furrowed in my mind a blazing trail of yearning,
that I wished I could follow with the shooting star,
even if it was transitory like the flicker of my love.
I slept on the desolate edge of the lonely night,
you became in my dreaming sky a shining star,
briefly sparkling so far away, yet adoringly so near,
but you disappeared, for I didn’t dream enough.
Written : August 14, 2019
February 23, 2020
Contest : Strand Select Y, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
As you sauntered outside from the little tea house,
I perfected my smile to make you feel aroused.
And I could not take off my eyes watching you smoke.
How could nighttime be filled with white clouds when you spoke?
I adore those tattooed roses that grew in your right arm.
They seem to be divine; They look like your charm.
But I got to say it worked well when you looked me in the eyes.
I asked one inane question; Have I loved you in a while?
I did not want to head back home if only I had that choice.
I would have gotten a bottle of beer and made some noise.
Perhaps, we could spend some other time doing what we want.
I love to go to distant places; “Is that what you also want?”
As I strolled my feet away from the small round table where you stood,
You asked for a kiss; Then we made out as we should.
It was a slow-motion moment and I feel nobody was around.
I heard my heartbeats drumming; This love, I am drowned.