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Each afternoon my mom and I would walk
Two miles along the old lake road to meet
My siblings' bus, and all the way we'd talk
How dear, the meager things ...
She'd tutor me with lines that I'd repeat
A special verse by rote, (tho' I would balk)
So thus by Friday eve I'd know, complete
Another sonnet I could proudly mock
These lessons lasted only 'til we'd greet
My sibs, on the return trip we took stock
Of all the nature, bright and bittersweet
How dear, the meager things ...
I so enjoyed those little walks each day
That aged lake road with forest canopy
I'll always hear her voice beside me say
How dear, the meager things ...
Numberless, the instructions, taught to be
The priceless wisdom used along my way
While memorizing verse then wearied me
It's why I'm now this poet, and to stay
Of all life's lessons that I've come to see
The one most precious I will ne'er betray
My hand in hers, so safe and so care-free ...
How dear, the meager things.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge, Feb 2019, Roundel Form" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
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Elle laissa tomber une de ses pantoufles de verre, que le prince ramassa bien soigneusement. (Perrault’s tale)
SOUL SLIPPER
magnificent her slipper —
slender, arched, flawless,
resplendent of soul (embodied
the right) a drift of gentle snow
fell as the midnight hand stole
a moon-pale foot, forgiven
of its comfy glass —
with a swarovski sparkle,
possibility of forever-after,
if found and delivered
to the lass with platinum hair —
long and luxurious; diamondiferous
cascade of gown - ankle-sweet.
the royal hound buried it...well
he should have, according to
the snooty stepsisters and their
mother, but instead the perfect soul
at the top of the landing, reminder
of Ella’s smile that bewitched
the adorable prince charming.
curious, he coddles the scenic
looking glass of remembrance —
in love with her tootsie reflection.
the royal hound hunts her down,
sniffs out her kissable perfume,
snarls at the frankenstein-family.
a clever mouse knocks over
a lovely bouquet of wildflowers,
sheltered upstairs where nobody
cares, except the cheese nibblers
well cared for by the classy lass.
released by the princely command,
posed beside the wincing sibs,
she patently slides on hers.
8/28/2020
Contest - Soul Slipper
Sponsor - Kai Neumann
Revival meetin's are nearly passe' in this day and age,
But when I was a kid they were then all the rage!
Mom made us kids attend whether we wanted to or not.
I must admit they provided entertainment that I've never forgot!
Invitations were sent to everyone in the local surrounds,
Invitin' folks for week long meetin's with dinner on the grounds.
To hear the visitin' parson declare the Good News to the fold;
That eternal message of love heralded to generations untold!
Animated preachers from the rostrum did scream and yell,
Proclaimin' an immediate choice betwixt heaven and hell!
Thumpin' the pulpit scarin' the devil out of you,
Without kneelin' at the altar or even leavin' your pew!
My Mom, bless her soul, ever in a state of agitation,
Urged us to approach the Throne of Grace for our salvation!
Times too many to recall I was led by my ear to the altar,
But, alas, I usually fell from grace - my faith seemed to falter!
Though I look back on those times with some bemusement,
For at the time they provided my sibs and me with some amusement,
I'm forever grateful to straight and narrow paths we were directed,
To help plod life's treacherous bourne and cope with the unexpected!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
ruckus on my porch
perked my ears
last night
at the wicked hour I
flicked on the light
to hear
thumping and
chairs rattling
but in my window--
--no body
wayfaring thief
or wandering troll
must be hiding
crouching down
I know
more scared than smart
I opened the door
"Hey! Who the
f***'s out there?"
rumbling round
the side of my house
a fat javelina came
running out
and about eight more
on his tail
what the h***
little baby squealing
barely bigger than
a chihuahua
lost it's momma
and headed for
the road
and certain death
"come back" I cried
more scared
than smart I
ran after
and stopped
in my drive
when momma
came out
and met my eye
her little precious
found her
and its sibs
and left the danger
as I did
backwards climbing
steps to my door
"you could
do more,"
said the sweet city girl
I roll my eyes
"build a little
house for them
on your porch."
more scared
than smart
I smile at
that pretty voice
mute my phone
let out a laugh
unmute
"Yeah, I should
do that."
And along the way
catch a Starling
and teach it
to say
"nevermore"
all night and day
it can perch
on the porch
with the javelinas
and keep the
thieves and trolls
away
“Say goodnight, Gracie, say goodnight George.”
—Burns and Allen Show 1950-1958
Say Goodnight Gracie
found it
it was snowing
on the sleeves
of Buffalo
i’m a Winter gal
except for
my old gal bones
that freeze
euphoric
over flakes that fall
zero
repeat zero
last year
even Christmas
in Minnesota
this Bills team
might go go go
straight
to the Superbowl
and win win win
our family dream
sure
would
put a smile
on the face of my Dad
make my sister extra crazy
my other sibs
would be hanging from the chandelier
as I turned out the light
to watch it snow snow snow
Say goodnight, Gracie…
for one must
after blowing off the lid
the practical
blow the candles out
and eat the cake
but make no mistake
her screams linger
let it snow snow snow
down my sleeves
make my day
please
A set of siblings was in an effervesce
Of blossoms and bubbles.
This world to each was a bundle of joy.
They laugh and played like two girls should.
Somewhat different, as each became older, they would be captivated by desires.
There in a beautiful presence they thrived.
The blossoms were called The Country of Beautiful Florets.
In bubbles, this Country eternally occurred to exist.
God would choose this Country as his Kingdom.
These sibs were of royal blood.
Each emotionally governed the people ways.
Both espoused on the same day.
During one diurnal course, their world became dark
To reveal their purpose.
The bubbles formed a body of knowledge.
The blossoms would transmogrify humanity.
Yet the Country would revolve
Evolutionary to rebuild a new universe.
Worldly prophesy escaped
From a cosmopolitan figurehead.
God had redefined
As known!
The twins were part of his Throne.
Realm in matrimony within the brotherhood.
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Penned March 26, 2015!
When siblings reminisce, it's strange
Which memories they share.
Though certain details match,
Exact comparisons are rare.
Two of us can almost taste
That soggy toaster bacon;
Yet the third one's positive
That we must be mistaken.
Other memories bubble up;
We reach into our brains
To see which scenes have disappeared
And learn what truth remains.
Reality is tricky, though.
What meant a lot to me
Might not have mattered to my sibs
To quite the same degree.
The beauty of reunions is
The chance to reconnect.
In reaching back across the years,
We can't be circumspect.
And so we laugh, excluding all
Outside our sibling glue.
We slip into our younger selves,
As siblings often do.
But I am not surprised to see
That distance, time and age
Have not affected what to others
Might be hard to gauge:
That childhood's bond, still strong and tight,
Which fills me with affection,
Will always be, at least for me,
A permanent connection.
I used to like you so much
In fact you were my favorite
I really looked forward with such
Eagerness each time we’d meet..
We were so cool and so close
And that is an understatement
I treated you like my own
And you were so sweet to me and ardent..
I was the brother you never had
And you filled that void in me
‘see I was an only child
We were tight as real sibs could be..
But then you suddenly changed
I noticed you’ve gone so cold
You no longer speak to me or act the same
Where are the love and respect you showed?
Did I do anything wrong?
I honestly think I did not
I cared for you for so long
But it seems we’ve grown apart..
I tried everything to patch things up
But all you do is ignore me
I hold no grudges but I’ve given up
To bring everything the way we used to be..
What if! I were a girl…
Born of noble parents,
Owning jewels’ palaces in town
Willow-wood’s cottages in countryside;
Long-eared tall dogs--chained in yard, beggars –waiting in queues on doors;
Feasts served to the hungry strangers,
Wine and coffee offered to the visitors;
Having horses, herds, farms and servants,
Tens of gardens of apples and pear,
A roses’ garden for new lovers;
Many meadows, several pastures, and dozen dark woods,
And soaring snowy falls, frisky rills, and calm clear creeks flowing in;
And you!
You were in rags, deprived of parents and sibs,
Working in our orchards,
Growing tomatoes in our farms, grazing our goats
Or serving our patrician guests— cigars…!
Truthfully, swearing of my manhood,
I would have simply, picked only—
You!
Mother dearest,
May thou never fret
Over me, thy first born
Who is furthest from thee yet
Be cautious
Ne’er undo what worries
But, accrue those drops of love
For, of the oldest never were they meant
Save thy heart
Hold back wet tears
For another child of other moments
That they may be wisely spent
When hearth is warm
Comfort more my adoring sibs
Hold them tight and oh, so close
As to feel thy caring, of a lasting breath
Mine own love shall be as an offering
That is only meant for them
As I make my way within the world
I'll find myself free from all regrets
Oh, mother dearest sweet
Thy tears were never meant for me
But, if thou must, think of son
Be it thus, in dreams upon thy rest
And, I will think of thee
When nothing else is left