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Whats with all the bull I've been hearing?
Whats with all the crap your spouting
To each other because of your viewpoints
Why you gotta be at each other's throats?
If you ask me-All this hate is bull!
One argues that he's right
The other argues he's wrong
They go back and forth
Its no longer an argument
Its an all out fight!
No matter where you see it
On the streets of your city
On social media all over
Bashing each other
Trolling one another
Just to make a point.
All I see is pointlessness
Your just sparking hate
With a piece of discrimination
Sparking a pile of crap
That creates an inferno of hate.
Whats all this crap
Democrats and Republicans
Who's in the red and who's in the blue?
Who is antitrump and who supports trump?
Total B.S. if you ask me!
There are better things to side with
Better things to argue over
Then silly political crap
Such as which is better
Ketchup or Mustard
You put on your burger?
Should we get into a rumble
When we ditz one another
Just because were different?
If fruit were all the same
We wouldn't have fruit salads.
We may be different on the outisde
But inside we all have the same blood
We all have the same soul
Even if we all got different personalities
Were all human beings
No matter where were from.
All this hatred and misery
All this discrimination
All this prejudice
All this crap!
Hatred is so overrated!
We see it all over the news
We see it all over the socials
We see it in real life
We see it all over!
If we let hatred divide us
We can't see how united
We can learn to better
Understand one another
And put aside differences.
Replace the hate with love
Replace selfish with selfless
Replace discriminate with appreciate
Replace prejudice with acceptance.
Time to toss hatred in the trash
Time to raise the flag on love
Time to put aside differences
Time to unite for a better tomorrow!
There is a house on the cliff’s edge,
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon
In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea
At times, not even the birds are seen or heard
The house is left to nature’s caress
Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind
Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch
The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners
Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon
The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray,
Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day
They are not the dark, empty rooms,
The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives
The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one
A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun,
When the clouds crisp out its beams . . .
A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room
Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards
It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm,
Stealthily leaking into the house
But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist,
Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence
Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
They were not much for socials and gatherings
They always lived their quiet, happy lives
Without a care of the outside world,
Far from anybody’s thought
Miles from the nearest home
Where the next generation comfortably lives
He never finished fixing that leak . . .
Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms
And when it does, there is almost life there again
You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water
As a crystal dangles and falls from on high
The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . .
Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
There is merely a house on the cliff’s edge
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
-March 21, 2013-
We talk about crushes
Found in reciprocation
Of feelings
Inevitably leading to romance.
The crush that flutters stomachs,
Turns faces red,
And shys the bravest of all.
Crushes where
A confession
Makes or breaks
A friendship,
Acquaintanceship,
Or whatever you have going.
The kind that leads
To dates and kisses
And emotional
And physical connections.
But there are other crushes
That are never spoken of.
What's that, you may ask.
Well, friend crushes.
Friend crushes
Aren't having a crush
On that friend
You've known for some time.
Friend crushes
Are found
when you meet
New People.
You see them
On more than one occurrence
And you're infatuated.
You want them to like you,
More than anything else.
You'll do all that you can
To get their approval.
You're not here for the romance.
They just seem cool.
You want to be cool.
At least, enough for them.
You call them pretty,
You strike up conversation.
There's an intention
In your actions,
But it's not romance;
It's friendship.
You want to get their number
And message them
Whenever they have
The time for you.
You want to follow each other
On all the socials,
Commenting and hyping
Every photo they post.
You want to walk
Through a store
And send them a picture
Because it reminded you of them.
You want to share music
And interests.
Talk about nothing
And everything all at once.
You want the intimacy
Of friendship
With its easy touches
And fond little laughs.
What you want
To share secrets
And deep conversations
That make you think
Even after they're gone.
You want outings,
And support.
Smiles and tears.
Truth and advice.
Friend crushes
Are the feelings
We have for people
We have a connection with
That hints at the potentiality
Of a friendship.
To live a talented retiremant,
i dreamed of a normal retirement,
Meeting classmates again coincidently
Getting together for a cup of tea or coffee,,
To be with the church,
When I retired that all began,
A storytale retirement,
I did participate and did things,
I have never done before,
I wrote two books, "Living with God",
The next good book"The Sounds of Christmas",
My poems were well-liked by the seniors at the residence,
I gave them as christmas presents one year
Blessing my relatives and friends,
I was featured at the Open House as a guest poet.
They praised my accomplishments,
We had a lovely reunion with my relatives,
The sound of music came honestly,
I taught myself as a teacher to play many songs,
A friend came up to me and said,
That they would like me to play for the birthdays,
I played the piano for the birthdays and socials,
Previously I had sung with the choir,
I participated in bazaars,
A well-respected poet and pianist,
I said to myself, perhaps I have practiced all my life ,
Just to be featured today as a senior today,
I met a future mayor of our city and a bishop of our church,
I had friends that were ministers and lunched,
I thank God for the many accomplishments and blessings,
We have a beautiful conservation area nearby,
Many hikes and lovely walks guested with relatives and friends,
A retirement that is blessed by the Lord,
To have been blessed to share my retirement with my father and relatives,
To have discovered my favorite miracle singer,
These are the many blessings of God and I am truly thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Happy May Day, all you PS boys and girls...EVOE!
Squeeze a cherry and let it sit,
And don't forget to take out the pit.
Let it ferment,
At least a day as a rule,
To give it some zing
And a kick like a mule.
Do the same with the blackberry,
There on the vine,
Then fill full the flagons
With festival wine.
From cherry to berry
We'll ramble along,
Our cups full of hooch,
Our young hearts full of song.
Inside the tubs
The fruit still ferments.
Those juices have uses
To enhance our intents
To revel with Bacchus,
The god of the vine.
With each quaff of the vino
We erupt into rhyme.
Be it barley and hops,
Or cherry or berry,
Let flow freely the brew
Whilst we drink and make merry.
Tomorrow's regret
Is tonight's joyful song,
The flesh may be weak, boys,
But the spirits are strong.
Author's note: I'm just doing a bit of reminiscing with this one, dear readers, remembering all those Sunday afternoon "beer busts" and "ice cream socials" that added so much flavor to my university experience. Also suggested by a story on the local news some time ago about the theft of a great number of cherries off trees in a private backyard here. No evidence to suggest if they were destined for pies or, perhaps, spirits like Kirsch or Maraschino. A Wikipedia moment for those who don't know: Bacchus is the Greco-Roman (Dionysus to the Greeks) deity of the grape harvest, winemaking, and wine, and of ritual madness and ecstasy. He was a real party animal.
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
Summer time was filled with laughter and fun
Childhood remembered playing in the sun
Swimming holes and watermelon served ice cold
You can’t go home again, so I have been told
But home, I go,when my mind drifts back
To ice cream socials, rodeos, supper in a sack
Hay meadows kissed by the morning dew
Sitting on the porch on an old church pew
The smell of the rain and the grass when you mow
Memories take me there anytime I want to go
Cotton patch battles with that old Johnson grass
Learning how to cook, the burning of the trash
Toting water buckets , feeding those old dogs
Making a log cabin simply outlined by logs
Nehi grape soda's purple circles on your lip
Visiting relatives, always ready for the trip
Learning to ride a bike and skinning your knee
Picking juicy peaches from that old peach tree
Snow cones, ice cream, a RC and a moon pie
Memories like this can bring a tear to your eye
A tear of joy for all things simple and sweet
Waving at your neighbors, whenever you meet
Listening to the radio and sleeping outside
Playing hide ‘n seek, knowing just where to hide
Frog legs, crawfish, and running a trot line
A better kind of life you will never find
Just a poor white girl living in the sticks
Not a bit ashamed that we were called hicks
This is the life I enjoyed as a kid
You say you can’t go back, well, I just did
White walls
Red lights
Coloured umbrella
Creating hole on the paint
Human laying on the bed
Holding a cute non sexy doll named Jason
Been two weeks,
Still trying to rap her hands
On stuff to do and not to do
Who to love and not to love
How to go back to the one she loved
Or stay fix to the one she met
Bunch of confused thoughts
I thought she didn't want no love drama no more?
Asking for love is like craving for hurts
Does one want to be hurt so badly?
I'd advice you keep your heart stiff like a brick
Than try to break blocks to get through it.
It's a different ball game when you're stuck in between.
No going forward, no moving back
People won't even believe
I mean! You have a ring to your fingers already.
Yeah! A fake one, cos we both know deep in your heart.
You love someone else
You can't move on so easily
You can't even scream single
People know you're taken
It was everywhere on socials.
Bunch of confused thinking
What plans do you have next?
You don't know?
Oh well, I'll tell you.
Fight for the dreams
And yeah! The men with the cool cash
Never bamber them
They act too wise like serpent on the streets of vengeance
Make them bring the money out!
I don't care how you do it
Keep playing the cards.
Why would I do this
What was in my head
My charmed life of bliss
Perhaps irreparably dead?
Yes I'm a fighter
A grifter of old,
I deserve a fate brighter
But on this I've been rolled.
Politics such a foul game
They claim I'm the one crooked,
But these hacks put me to shame
With actions deceitful and wicked.
Still you know what they say
When you're in the arena riding that bull,
Hold on tight and don't sway
The harder it bucks the stronger you pull.
Melania's not happy,
The kids out of sight,
While I may sometimes get snappy
It’s when I’m alone in the dead of the night.
Truth socials' my outlet
Where I vent and I rage
An invaluable asset
With my fans to engage.
For despite all my troubles
I'm still leading the pack
Supporting my struggles
They all have my back.
Biden is scheming
When the guy remembers at all,
In most polls I am far leading
Now he's praying I'll fall.
The media is gloating
With me as their lead,
In money they're floating
When Trump is their creed.
So maybe it's worth it
This journey of pain,
The path to outwit
And put these connivers to shame.
With me as your President
The US will be great
My abilities so undeniably evident
I’m clearly your best Head of State.
There are so many things in life that give me so much pleasure,
Family, friends and fishing all of which I treasure.
But having my ice cream fix, ah, I'm the happiest guy on earth.
Never mind that such ecstasy adds to my ever-expanding girth!
My spouse closely monitors the types of foods that I consume,
Concerned that cholesterol will bring about my early doom!
So surreptitiously I sneak about for my ice cream ration,
Fearful of getting caught and causing untold consternation!
I fondly recall as a lad the ice cream socials that we had,
When friends and neighbors got together with my Mom and Dad.
Bringing their favorite ice creams to mix in hand-cranked freezers.
Ah! Such delectable concoctions prepared by those old geezers!
A hot fudge sundae is a treat that I really savor,
Or a thick shake made with real ice cream of any flavor,
And every chance that I get I sneak a luscious banana split.
Am I concerned about those calories? Not one little whit!
Some folks relish sherbet, but I think that is sissy stuff.
They can have my share of that, but of ice cream I can't get enough!
When I cease to function you can etch upon my stone this theme:
"Nothing could make his eyes gleam like a bowl of ice cream!"