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It is not age that sit with me it is she experience
Soon my age will count itself backwards
When again I become a toddler someday gray
My experience, she still be with me
It is not age that rides with me, it is experience
She trod me along the path age never tread
For she experience, rides me along the path
The gallops of age never trod, her wheels are
Smoother and fairer; a beauty
So what is my experience?
She is a name men give to their mistakes
I 've had so many mistake ceremonies
And experience is what they bear
So now! experience is where I tread
I got exposed to Her on time. She did me well,
sometimes with lots of books
And it tasted just fine
Age is my number
Experience is my achievement,
And she is still here with me
So if you ask me, if my life
is a storybook what will I name it ?
She just will be inbred on my life pages.
"Somebody once told me..........
Yep what a concept......
We could all use a little........"
I'm just saying the world is changing fast. And so many folks I can't imagine a world without have already up and left..
So merry late Christmas happy early new year
To all my friends and family I wish you joy and beer I mean cheer.
If there is a talk we planned im still coming I sware
If you need a hand I'm getting older I need at least a week to plan ......the escape.. I mean the date
If you are trying to party for the new year
That has not been me for sometime
Why go swimming when water is chummed
I can set on the sand and drink fine
So heads up chest out, always forward never back
And if you come to a rough part on the path
Don't slow down hit the gas the faster you go
The smoother it feels it may pop a tire but
You be through the fire before you start to slow.
If you come to the end of your trail
Smile, and show no fear. this was the agreement
And we must all honor the deal
But God bless you and all your achievements
Each and everyone of you is loved and lived and that my friends is how we close the deal.
Eye's as pretty as Arabian Pearl's.
Eye's as shiny as Ghana's gold.
Skin as delicate as rose petals.
Skin smoother than Russia's steel.
Hair lengthier than China's thread.
Hair as soft as Indian silk.
Voice so glorious as angels rising.
Voice sweeter than Ethiopian honey.
Hand's mightier than Rome.
Hand's sharper than Zeus's spear.
Legs temping as Billion Dollar's mine.
Leg's as gracious as Neptune's Chariots.
Mind as cunning as a Fox.
Mind as wicked as a phyton.
Heart whiter than snow.
Heart purer than a Dove's.
I smell love in sea's.
I smell love in the mountains.
My heart races like a cheetah.
My mind craves it like a hunter.
So I await your entry into my heart.
So I await your entry into my house.
Thus, She truly is as "The Queen Bee".
No voice is whispered in the void
Explosions inside the nest of stars
Ignite into the operas of the galaxies
Noiseless vacancies full of mysteries
Evolve, remain as vacuous as they are
Space, bridled by the fire balls of debris
To be explored once in the field of vision
That seem to come from nothing
Gone nova moving forward over eons
That follow in the open cosmic sea
Alternate universes yet to be observed
The ones with six dimensions or more
Vacuums pouring out pure particles
Emptying into something still to be determined
Into the unknown as wide as real as motion
To be defined, farther out in space
Farther than the mind can comprehend
Sounds that can't be embraced or heard
Out there, distances between the planets
Is enormous, before and after they are gone
So long measured in the calm before the storm
Reality is not mentioned here or there
Since there is no reference point to find
Too close for comfort as worlds collide
We resolve to change existence while in orbit
Bridged by alternate universes where planets rise
Stars go nova all the time
Elastic in an ocean of provocateurs
In the minus hours of creation
Jagged stones became much smoother
Edges compress in their rotations on
Filled in with shape and form
Earth was born in orbit
Weather forces wear down rocks
One size fits the planet well in gravity
Profound and rounded in ways too hard
To understand or simplify in cosmic terms
Conditions to strange to fathom circumstances
Or describe as fiction from long distances
More ovals on the horizon grow
Escape velocity stretched to the limits
On the elliptic mist where history lives
Rocks expand into the planets heavens
This all happens in split seconds over time
To fall all together from the sky to where we are
In every instant that can be conjectured on
Thought, as reality unfolds back on itself
Where it all began in silent matter conjured up
In the void, there is no noise
Space listens to questions postulated
Over distances filled in by vacancies
Now I'm not about to play DEVIL'S advocate I hasten to say,
But chances are you'll hear a DEVILISH expression most every day
The term "The Angel You Say" would better soothe my sensitive ear,
But even with utmost care, my ears can't screen everything they hear!
In attending the church socials, the utmost pleasure I find,
But I stand in fear and trembling with the good Lord in mind,
When I sneak a hunk of delectable DEVIL'S food cake,
Or eat too many DEVILLED eggs 'til my stomach doth ache!
As a youth I was a DEVILKIN as I traveled along the way.
My DEVIL-may-care DEVILMENT was exhibited most every day.
A caning with a DEVILWOOD twig ususally kept me humble,'
But occasionally into the DEVIL'S devious ways I would stumble!
In my youth fiery-eyed preachers scared the DEVIL out of me,
Ranting about eternal damnation vis-a-vis heavenly jubilee.
"The DEVIL made me do it" is really very suspect,
And is probably no excuse to qualify for Saint Peter's elect!
"Idle hands are the DEVIL'S workshop" so I have heard.
I suppose if we heeded that old saw, trouble could be deterred.
And if we curbed our dare-DEVIL race down life's treacherous road,
We'd have a smoother ride to that eternal and Heavenly Abode!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 6 in Constance's "Bedevil" Contest - October 2010
Lesser as I cried softer felt my pain,
When muffled loud sobs soother felt my pain.
With a power-saw I cut me into two,
Gave me solace, the succour soothed my pain.
Dwelling on my hurt and its remedies,
Ever the more severe felt my pain.
Yea, like a dog I chewed on painful bone,
Like a piece of great bother felt my pain.
No one came, no one went, none talked of it,
Nor yet mind mused and smoother felt my pain.
Years passed since hurt happened, and then one day
We laughed together. Whither went my pain?
Some pains are born with us and grow with us,
You age and ere ye know, older gets pain.
____________________________
Ghazal |38.01.2025|pain
Based on a Gujarati piece by Parul Khakhhar, no translation.
the hill many people passed over
the hill, like a one, not too high or rough
extended from the backyard of a hometown,
the hill that is smoother and easier than a half moon
nevertheless, the people who crossed over the hill
may have carried their own problems that is numberless
as the sands on the seashore, sighs deeper and heavier than
the footmarks left behind
some went with early flowers came with the chilly wind
some may have crossed over, drenched in a torrential rain
some may crunched through the killing frost covered in fallen leaves
some may struggled through a blinding snow
since life is such, as the sun rises in the morning becomes a moon
at night; a piece of drifting cloud becomes stars as night deepens;
a bride carried by a palanquin passed following the gloom on the pony;
a woman led her child passed, carrying a jar filled with tomorrow on her head; following a funeral streamer, a pallbearers’ dirge crossed over the hill left gloomy echo behind.
Arirang* is the hill so many souls passed
carrying uniquely woven their very own stories
Arirang hill simply standing there without a word
though she witnessed everything;
like a half moon the hill though let all kinds of
worldly affairs crossed over stood perfectly mute;
it might be thought the earth keeps revolving
and people keep breathing, the hill doesn’t want to say a word
*Arirang: imagery hill
My name is Timothy
But when spoken upon your lips
It sounds so differently than any other
Your lips must be smoother than butter relaxing like rain
I never knew another to be more graceful or outspoken
Maybe I would like to take a closer look inside your soul
Would I find Disappointment or Encouragement
Or better yet Empathy
Like The Force of Your Soul that Flows through Me
Like Whip cream and Strawberries
Like any anywhere in Texas
If I could escape this place like Sodom Gomorrah
Because I want to be with you today and not tomorrow
And that be my sorrow
And when see me down casted maybe I need to borrow
A smile with a few words of encouragement
Because if two faces confront me
I can't afford to be caught off my guard or in my sleep
Cause it's my soul Satan wants to corrupt
It's the Love for you in my heart that will never give up
When conscious of who I was and who I am delivered,
A sense of giving all my all, where previously I quivered.
I tried my best in all I did, through challenges diverse,
While others walked on smoother paths — for better, or for worse.
Though they had their problems, I watched them on the quest,
And when they died, it’s said of them, they truly did their best.
It puzzled me each time they passed, where silently I fell,
Pondering their journey — to heaven through a hell?
Guess so many try their best in everything they do,
Persevering and persisting, primely pushing through.
This unpredictable life with challenges, driven by mere hope,
And hope is hard to hold, down that shifty slope.
However, we're not good enough if we do not aim;
To float along should be wrong, such a shabby shame.
However, when my angel comes and carries me in rest,
I understand myself: they'll brand, “She did her very best.”
— Rest in Peace
a miracle happened in the rain today
i learned how to swim
truth became a beauty queen
love became the confirmation
a miracle happened in the rain today
i learned how to properly walk
'free' became an understandable meaning
love became the confirmation
a miracle happened in the rain today
i learned how to take smoother and smarter steps
exhalations no longer burn my chest and my esophagus
love became the confirmation
a miracle happened in the rain today
i learned how to look at for granted things from both sides
all directions now have a much clearer focus
love became My Colorless/ColorFull Emancipation