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Come Saturday checking out
Christopher reached out to Laura
and made the call
Laura have you got a passport and any leave left at work
Yes why
Well you showed me around Kansas
so it's only right you let me return the favor and show you were i am from
You did say you always wanted to see England didn't you ?
And honestly i'd really love to see you again and spend some more time with you
If i pay for you will you come please ?
Ok then yes
I just have to check with my Doctor first
make sure it's alright
Sadly her Doctor recommended her strongly not to
given her current medical condition
But she thought what the hell and
went against his wishes
So plan's we're made tickets booked
And on Thursday 9th May at 6pm
under a setting Kansas sunset
she face-timed Chris blowing him a kiss from the departure gate ending the call i cannot wait to see you
Christopher so excited arrived at Manchester Airport half an hour earlier than her flight was due
Only to find it was delayed by over 2 hour's
And when it arrived he still patiently waiting
Overheard a passing couple leaving talking
Referring to a young lady who had
passed away during the flight
Until the grip on his sweaty palms
opened and stopped clutching the
welcoming bouquet of flowers he was holding
Because he knew right there and then
Before he went to the enquiries desk and asked
the question he already knew the answer to
That he wouldn't be seeing Laura again
She never left Kansas
Unfortunately real life is not like a movie
And seldom comes with a happy ending
My short story continues with this insightful excerpt:
A Century Turns: Soviet Union's Life Expectancy: II
"A fictional perspective of articulating an ambitious nature that hinges on varied facts," ... by the Poet.
And now ... the school bell has rung. The park that he pleasures in both muscularity and mentality, ills in parity--in a nutshell--the school has taught him that the eraser is the better half of a pencil. It is always the seldom used that comes to the aid and heals the whole abused. That illuminating factor was his focal point that would encourage his future from the descension of the crown, and to the ascension of communism's embrace.
They got him as a puppy when Danny was nearly three.
He was a scruffy little fellow and had no pedigree.
Daddy asked, "What are you going to name the little tyke?"
"Scruff", said Danny, "I think that's a name he'd like!"
They became the closest pals and were seldom seen apart.
Every move that Danny made, to him Scruff's eyes would dart.
Scruff would tag along with Danny to ensure he didn't stray.
At night as he dreamed of kings and things, his guardian nigh him lay.
The sun-tanned, barefoot boy and his dog formed an inseparable bond,
As they explored the fields, streams and veiled horizons beyond.
Scruff chased rabbits and butterflies as they took their daily tramp.
Danny shared his lunch with Scruff when they paused to camp.
Time hastened on inexorably as it will and schooling beckoned Dan.
Thro' high school and then on to college, Danny became a man.
Scruff was moving slower and gray hair was seen about his ruff.
Time was taking its toll on good and faithful Scruff.
In a far-off place strife began and Danny marched off to war,
His heart was shattered as he left Scruff whimpering at the door.
'Twas to be their final farewell, alas, Danny did not come home.
Ne'er more would Scruff and his pal those fields of Indiana roam.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I can't believe you're that naive to really think the rule of law has always been civil.
Read a bit of history and you will see those with political agendas disregard the rules and regulations. For them the rule of law just does not matter.
The rule of law is always civil? Ask Snowden and Assange. Ask Tara Reede who had to flee this country because she accused the current president of something worse than sexual harassment!
Talk with those who suffered through racial inequality and Native Americans consigned to live inside those reservations. Talk with the Irish and Chinese, and every ethnic minority.
Greedy men in power don't hesitate to break the law and are seldom caught, in fact are praised by those who benefit from that blood money!
Listen to the warning. It's decades old: "Beware the military/industrial complex," and those in search of ultimate political power.
I'm sorry, friend. Your mind is cursed because the incivility of law is only getting worse!
December 3 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Corinthians 15-16
Key Verse – 1Corinthians 15:10 But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.
FAITH IN GOD WHO BESTOWS UPON US HIS GRACE
God bestows upon us His grace with His kindness bountifully
While directing us to labour for Him lovingly
As by faith, we dedicate to Him ourselves devotedly
Surely offering to Him our all thankfully.
God bestows upon us His grace with His compassion
While enabling us to involve in His great commission
As by faith, we endeavour to obey the heavenly vision
Surely submitting to Him for His favour in our humble decision.
God bestows upon us His grace with His wisdom
While teaching us to seek Him first and His kingdom
As by faith, we desire to prioritize Him daily, not seldom
Surely learning from Him purposefully, never out of boredom.
God bestows upon us His grace with His truthfulness
While enlightening us to choose His will midst prayerfulness
As by faith, we study His Scriptures’ trustworthiness
Surely drawing near to Him against deceitfulness.
God bestows upon us His grace with His worth
While sanctifying us since our spiritual birth
As by faith, we live for Him righteously around holiness’ hearth
Surely beseeching Him for divine enrichment against sin-caused dearth.
God bestows upon us His grace with His leadership
While blessing us along fruitful stewardship
As by faith, we serve Him acceptably in His ministry partnership
Surely obeying Him midst our sincere worship.
God bestows upon us His grace with His might
While empowering us to conquer pride’s blight
As by faith, we strive to fight for what is right
Surely exalting Him in our race toward victorious flight.
December 3, 2025
MY POETRY
Here's the entry !
Not for contest
but chanced to set,
doing my best.
Appreciate.
Directory !
Taking no theme
for her or him.
Nothing supreme .
Only blank film .
Biometry !
Light, strong or firm.
Thoughts sprout on arm.
Dreams shine on derm
carrying own charm.
Geometry !
Curvy or straight:
Whims going great.
May you accept
or can reject.
Gem Factory !
What's in a name ?
Words ef poem
glisten as gem.
Poetic game.
On Chemistry !
Combination :
Words ! Emotion !
Perfect fusion.
Composition.
Sweet Symmetry !
Words play random.
It's my freedom.
to feel seldom
any boredom.
It's Poetry !
Verse : Rhymes both run
each taking turn
in depth or fun :
Satisfaction.
As autumn wanes and winter falls,
I always wait for owls' calls
They must not live near me, close by,
so seldom do I hear their cry,
but every winter, once or twice,
they come to my woodlot for mice.
And so I know, on some cold night,
when milky moon spills liquid light,
a muffled wail, a haunting chide
will part the darkness, here, inside.
And I will turn, lie very still
and listen to the hooting— shrill,
and then, again, musky and loud,
enfolded in a billowed cloud.
With fog it fades, as great wings beat
through gauzy gloom, where wild things meet,
and trees and owls and creatures blend
in ancient turns that never end.
As echoed voices wend away,
while morning turns the black to gray,
beyond my lot, their hazy howls
float back to where I wait for owls.
*this poem was featured in my regional newspaper in Feb. 2020
I have known for many years now,
Just how different I truly am.
And like a square peg to a round hole...
A forced union caused quite a jam.
So while conforming was often tested,
Results were seldom a true success.
While the solitude grew more apparent,
As others played checkers, I chose chess.
A delicate union is seen to struggle,
Between oneself and those around.
Whereas time holds the final judgement,
Whether given or kept underground.
Our very nature, requires interaction,
Yet it's the volume that questions sanity.
Where too much or too little in all this ...
Creates an independent reality.
Jenny
Soft brown eyes that looked at me;
And quiet was her room.
She nestled in the soft white sheets.
Like a baby in a womb.
Then Jenny smiled.
She lived in pain, but seldom cried,
As she watched the hours pass.
For she loved the morning sunshine;
And the roses bloomed at last ;
For it was spring.
She couldn't speak,
Or even raise her head;
But the Warrior's heart within her;
Felt not one bit of dread.
It was summer.
The leaves like golden raindrops fell,
with an early frost;
Jenny loved the chilly weather;
As she bore her painful cross.
It was Autumn.
The snow fell gently,
And prepared her little bed.
For then they found her;
Lying cold and dead.
It was winter.
My youngest
of three AfricanAmerican adopted sons
has profound nonwhite
nonstraight
nonverbal cerebral palsy.
Profound
in at least not being privileged
or victimized
by internal LeftBrain dominance,
violent micro-aggressions,
zero-sum competitive thinking
Either positively True and Good
or negatively False and Bad,
laughable
or humorless
Sacred indigenous consciousness
feels more Right-Elder brainstem
bodymind nondualistic synergy
friendly energy
which is my son's political blessing
and his capital secularizing
segregating
colonizing
economic disabled curse.
Youngest son communes
with music
more fluidly co-empathic
than linguistic communications
He touches
and sings
and chants
through echoing shouts
and exclamatory barks,
short nonphonetic phrases,
lip smacking,
and belly laughs.
When he cries,
which is seldom,
he cries silently
No vocal cords
Profound inhaling wet gasps
and exhaling sad sacred shakes.
He laughs unconditionally
from his root chakra
warm unguarded soul
and bicamerally cries
from his buddha
co-empathic eyes.