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Moonshine, diesel fumes, and chicken wire.
Laundry hangin’ on the line.
Bible open to the Book of Job.
Backyard thick with prickly pine.
Jacket pocket full of Red Man dip.
Work boots laced with leather thongs.
Wedding portrait on the mantel piece.
Shotgun right where it belongs.
Kettle simmers on a cast iron stove.
Faucet’s drippin’ in the sink.
Matchbook underneath the table leg,
Teacup teeters on the brink.
Cobwebs draped across a window screen.
Horseshoe nailed above a door.
Things calmed down some since the weather broke.
Same sad silence as before.
Ma’s been servin’ up the buttermilk,
Boiled potatoes in a bowl.
Pa starts eatin’ while she’s sayin’ grace.
Lets her worry ‘bout his soul.
Man might say he be a slave to love.
Women make the same complaint.
Neither really know the meaning of
What it is and what it ain’t.
Where’d you go, boy - I’ve no way of knowing.
Life without you’s, less fun, than as I was hoping,
if you asked me, I’d have to say I’m coping,
but there are definitely times, I feel less devoted.
Hey, I’ve told you over and over and over again my friend
that what I need, obviously, is seduction.
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?
Can't you feel the need that I'm feeling today?
We’re back in class now - it’s already getting stressful,
and you know how quickly unwinding gets essential.
I’ve gotten used to things that I shouldn’t say,
If I get desperate, there’ll surely be hell to pay.
And I’ve told you over and over and over again my friend
that what I need, almost immediately, is seduction.
Take a beat boy, I don’t wanna to be unfair here,
with any luck, you're already on a plane here.
I can hardly wait, my blood is boiling,
this is the last plea, I’ll be employing.
I think you understand what I'm sayin’,
and I think you know, that I’m not playin’,
cause I’ve told you, over and over and over again my friend
that what I need, immediately, is seduction.
November 2025
Yeah…
I can’t tell if I’m dreamin’ or bleedin’…
Everything feel so deceivin’…
Uh…
I ain’t gon’ fake it — I feel disconnected,
Heart been broke, soul dissected.
Tryna self-medicate, pills in my checklist,
I don’t fear death, I just kinda respect it.
Ten deep in the bottle, feelin’ reckless,
My reflection lookin’ like a death wish.
Demons on the line, yeah, they leave me messages,
Sayin’ “you’ll never win,” and I almost accepted it.
Floatin’ through the void, can’t find my senses,
Every high I chase turn into trenches.
Said it’s for the pain, but it just extends it,
Can’t tell if I’m alive or suspended…
And I been sinkin’ in my shadow therapy,
Voices talkin’ back, they won’t let me breathe.
Angels fallin’ down, demons next to me,
They don’t want peace — they just envy me.
Yeah, yeah… (envy me)
They just envy me…
Time slippin’ — I can’t find direction,
God on mute, no connection.
Legends die young, yeah, that’s the lesson,
Maybe I’m next, guess that’s the question.
My nephew’s fightin’, the world don’t listen,
My girl starvin’ for control and attention.
Everybody losin’ their own reflection,
I just hope mine finds redemption.
I been talkin’ to the dark, it’s persuasive,
Said “come take a walk,” I was evasive.
Now I see my pain in faces,
Hallucinations — I can’t erase it.
Shadow therapy, it’s my melody,
I been drownin’ slow in my memories.
They say pray, but I lost my faith in me,
I’m too far gone for a remedy.
Yeah… I been talkin’ to my sins again,
They the only ones who listenin’…
Every pill just a synonym…
For the pain I’ve been livin’ in…
Time and Opportunity
God’s vehicles,
Which provide us the means to excel.
God’s Painter
Each day comes to me as a blank canvas,
God holds me accountable for each brushstroke placed thereon.
Apathy
A brain awash with good ideas becomes a parking lot,
When the highway to the tongue has a bridge out
Perception
If you think badly of me, so be it,
I shan’t waste the words at my disposal
Endeavoring to change your mind
Positivity
Some people are successful because of
While others are successful in spite of
Hand in Hand
One cannot be unwilling to accept risk
Without settling for mediocrity
Positive Thinkers
The vision that we maintain of ourselves
Is what we invariably become
Form:
(For Langston Hughes)
1. Ain't Got No Shoes,Still Dancing'
Foots bare, street cold,
but mabebeza, we move,
we glide,-moonlight don't charge no fee
We hum our bread song,
clap our hands,forget the pain-
joy be free,you see?
2. Stellaland Blues
Cup o' tears, chile,
Stir it with dreams and honey-
Lord,make it taste right.
Mom hum soft tunes,
sayin',''rise tonight''
3. Minibus Taxi To Glory
Ride slow, Miss Zodwa, ride-
dreamin' o' silk and Paris
but ticket say ''Zone Three''
Still, she sit tall-tall,
chin up, proud as prophecy-
queen of Destiny.
4. He Done Left Again
Roy packed his rhythm bag,
said he's searching for a dream-
left me clutching his blues.
I kiss his shadow,
whisper to the dawn his name-
Love don't choose no truce.
5. Ouma Le Roux's Bible
Pages torn,still sing-
Joshua fit the battle,''hum,''
and the walls crash down!
Ouma's eyes on fire,
preachin' from a ragged crown-
heaven in her frown.
6. Freedom Don't Come Down
They say,''Be patient.''
We say,''Patient ain't bread,food!''
hunger make us shout
Sjambok still hum in in dreams,
but we break it,loud and proud-
freedom,hear us out!
We stopped fer a bite at the Gooseberry Patch, I reckon it wuz a week er so ago.
I wuz slurpin' my usual bowl uv chili - Boys! That stuff'll set yer ears aglow!
My spouse wuz toyin with her salad anticipatin' a slab uv gooseberry pie,
When I noticed a feller settin' next to us a-wearin' a Stetson hat and bolo tie.
He wuz nursin' a Coors Beer - better known in these parts as Colorady Kool Aid.
He wuz wearin' jeans and cowboy boots - it 'peared that his shirt wuz tailor made.
I ain't the most observant feller but I could tell he'd spent years in the saddle.
As he ambled to our table, his bowlegs confirmed that he'd spent years astraddle!
He nodded and said, "Howdy!", and we chatted about the weather and this and that.
He wuz a little hard uv hearin' so we invited him to our table to continue our chat.
I reckoned he wuz about 65 er so and could be taken fer the Marlboro Man.
He wuz a little over six foot tall and frum his ranchin' days sported a handsome tan!
He talked about ownin' a ranch jes' east uv Colorady Springs and the cowpokes life.
Sayin' that cowboyin' ain't all that glamorous and the challenges that are so rife.
He'd done some rodeoin' up in Wyomin' ridin' wild broncs and a-ropin' steers,
And wuz a prominent rodeo jedge travelin' about the west in his younger years.
When I told him I dabbled in western poetry his eyes lit up like the mornin' sun!
He's a writer uv western lore and is retired, now that his cowboyin' days is done.
We were privileged indeed to meet him, perhaps the last uv that stalwart breed.
We made a new friend that day, a real Colorady cowboy by the name of Chuck Reid!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Been sittin’ here thinkin’ all day long
Wantin’ to-say somthin’ that didn’t sound wrong
You walk around the corner and your smile meets mine
My heart starts racin’ like it does every time
I knew this could be a special night
Wanted it to work out just right
So I practiced the words all day
Had ‘em all arranged so I could say
Please let me love you tonight
Will you be my wife?
I want to be with you tonight
And the rest of my life
Please let me love you tonight
Her tears comin’ down were a sight to see
Took my hand smiled and said to me
You know I love you a lot
I don’t even know how to stop
I took her in my arms held real tight
My tears runnin’ down were quite a sight
Now we’re both cryin’ unsure why
Guess we knew this was for life
Please let me love you tonight
Will you be my wife?
I want to be with you tonight
And the rest of my life
Please let me love you tonight
We walked that night in the rain
Not really carin’ what we were sayin’
We were married on a warm day in May
Flowers everywhere scented the day
I said my vows as I looked in her eyes
Seeing only love no compromise
I’ll always remember that fine day
Me tryin’ to find the right words to say
Please let me love you tonight
Will you be my wife?
I want to be with you tonight
And the rest of my life
Please let me love you tonight
Yeah baby please let me love you tonight
Please let me love you tonight
You know I will for the rest of my life…
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He drove up to the Triple "T" Ranch in his brand new Cadillac!
In his air-conditioned trailer wuz his Arabian steed an' the finest tack!
He'd dreamed uv bein' a real workin' cowboy since he wuz a tad,
So he fitted hisself out with the latest fashions there wuz to be had!
On his Tony Lama alligator boots he wore a pair uv silver-plated spurs.
Over his Calvin Klein jeans he wore deerskin chaps to stave off the burrs.
He wore a hundred dollar Stetson hat an' fancy vest uv top-grade suede,
An' slung low on his hip wuz a 44 in a leather holster uv the finest grade!
His git-tar wuz slung on his back - across his shoulder wuz a coiled rope.
The grizzled cowpokes chawin' their terbaccy saw in this feller little hope!
They wuz loungin' 'round the corral railin' not believin' whut they saw!
He strolled their way remindin' them uv rhinestone cowboys on Hee-Haw!
First thing he said wuz, "When do we dine and I prefer silk sheets on my bed!"
An ol' cowpoke in scruffy boots an' jeans asked, "Whut wuz 'at you said?"
(The thoughts crossin' them cowpuncher's minds had best be left unsaid!)
"Son, you'll sleep in the top bunk tonight an' beans an' bacon you'll be fed!"
The ranch foreman trotted over to see whut the hullabaloo wuz all about.
"You fellers let me handle this! Ya'all git back to work!" he said with a shout!
He sized the lad up sayin', "Son, I ain't impressed with all them fancy lables!
Begin yer career with this here manure fork!" an' he sent him to the stables!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
"The answer is blowin' in the wind" ~ Bob Dylan, 1963
One fine day, I sat upon my hammock, swayin'.
I heard the breeze, and asked, "what are you sayin?"
"Would you truly like to know?", he said with a gust,
"I'll tell you if I must", stirring up some dust.
I'm as old as the world. I've seen all places.
I recall everything that time erases.
I've visited battlefields and soldiers, brave,
and cemeteries, with many a lonely grave.
I caressed Indian grass and cottonwood trees.
I pushed ships carrying horses, guns, and disease.
I carried jasmine perfume aloft in the air
and mussed up Rapunzel's long and golden hair.
I wafted through an orphanage where children play.
I puffed Babe Ruth's called home run one October day.
There's just one remaining thing I forgot to say,
The wind never gives anything away".
Yet, I understood not a word the wind had said,
for he blew me off my hammock onto my head.
Oh, what I'd know if it weren't that I were dead.
Summer was lush when Harry came home;
And birds sang among southern trees.
Here at last, and no more to roam,
So, we danced in bloom fragrancies!
When Harry came home, days were lazy;
And all sultry were the nights!
When Harry came, fields of daisies;
And butterflies on vivid flights!
When Harry came home, the blues were playin';
And bees were blossom to blossom.
When Harry came, gossipers were sayin',
And the plum sunsets were awesome.
When Harry came home, he whirled me 'round,
The while the whole world spun!
When Harry came, trees sang with sound,
As blooms nodded in their oblivion.
When Harry came home, days were longer;
And day and night, frogs croaked.
When Harry came, the season was younger,
And sweetest sensations were evoked.