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The Visit Part 6
The hospital room was bathed with a warm light. Prisms of luminosity shone
and fired out through a mass of flaming red hair. She was the most beautiful angel
she had ever seen. "Hello, my name is Pietra, I'm your guardian angel. She
wanted to speak but words failed her, " Save your breath. I can hear you through
your heart and soul. " (she smiled, and an ice castle crumpled from within)
"From the looks it Jenny they are struggling to survive. Follow me. This will help you
change your mind"
Love, Your Mystic Rose
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My thoughts seek companionship in substance
Substance of the five senses, yes
But mostly of conscience
Isn’t it torture to go on and on, days across
Pasting social norms over truth
Constantly barely pulling order out of chaos
Can we be serious and real
Or is it just me, or circumstance
To want to not try to feel
Fake
I witness so many shallow laughs
Thinking, save your breath, what’s so funny
Your miraculous brain isn’t such a dummy
I struggle to gasp
When the situation calls for it
but really I’m stronger and would need more of a rasp
Don’t want to seem numbed and awkward
But lately thinking it’s okay, even Zen
To not have to be another clucking hen,
trying for the “don’t ruffle my feathers” award
...But why limit it to mankind?
that view is much too small,
when animals are considered,
this truth applies to all.
The predator is obvious,
they kill to lie off flesh,
has one ever sworn off the meat?
I haven’t seen it yet.
But even the ‘kind’ herbivores
cannot escape the curse,
I’ve seen deer ear a baby squirrel,
they’re no better or worse.
And don’t they face the same truth that
the human farmer does?
How much grass have the grazers killed
eating the food they love?
How many trees, how many plants…
the damage they inflict,
survival means that others die,
it’s a truth quite tragic.
Even trees feed on rotted life
decomposed in the dirt,
they don’t just eat sunlight alone,
their roots feed on our hurt.
If all life operates this way
then why should we all stress?
Since every single animal
survives only off death.
But despite all these negatives
a thought occurs to me,
does death only bring great evil
to our society?
Does not the eternal nothing
drive people to have kids?
Has not the ear of our last end
pushed great things that we did?
How many inventions were made
to try and leave a mark?
How many great ideas have come
from pondering the dark?
Were not many medicines made
by those who would prolong?
Is not a book the author’s mind
left behind when he’s gone?
What flavor would life have at all
without its opposite?
Is not the limit on our time
what makes us value it?
Can we say that it’s always bad
when everything we do
has meaning only because death
is always hunting you?
Perhaps instead of protesting,
reflect, and save your breath,
since every single one of us
was born to live off death.
I wonder what would happen if…
I placed my hand right there
If I…
Kissed your body right here
How you would feel if...
I rubbed your skin right there
Save your breath girl, I’ll be right there
Thinking how your body will feel when …
I touch you so soft
I touch you real smooth
What will you do when…
I caress your hair like that
Caress your back like that
Save your breath girl, I’m on my way there
Imagining how your senses react if…
I nibbled on your neck,
Tickled your toes
What if…
I massaged your thighs right there
Stroked your back right there
If I…
Touched…if I kissed…if I caressed…
Ummmm….
Save your breath girl, I’m already there…
Both Mom and Dad felt so very ill at ease.
Impotent when it came to discussing the birds and bees.
Reading up on how to handle a subject so delicate,
Determined to provide Johnny with knowledge accurate!
Sit down, there's something we need to discuss with you,
And it ain't your acne - it's a topic about which you have no clue.
Nothing will be held back - we're laying everything on the table.
Don't be shy about asking questions and join in if you're able.
Because this matter is so important we want you to be well versed.
Endure with us because we want you to hear it from us first.
Excuse me Mom and Dad, save your breath, 'cause you see,
Sex education was thoroughly discussed in school during my puberty!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 10 in Carol Brown's "The Birds and Bees" Contest - September 2010
When you think of places that are sad,
you might think of the Germans in Stalingrad,
or you may consider, too,
Napolean, leading the French, at Waterloo,
but, by far, the saddest place around,
for a hundred years, is Mudville town,
the place where Casey at the bat
failed, as his mighty swing fell flat.
Casey made excuses. Folks said, "Save your breath",
and mighty Casey drank himself to death.
Flowers in Mudville, they say, never bloom.
Children grow up in misery and gloom.
Yet, as all hope is disappearing,
lately, I have been hearing,
about a strapping young prospect,
the one standing there on deck.
Do you think he can make Mudville smile?
Will he strike out or hit the ball a mile?