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Well, here I sit a-sweatin' and a-thinkin' in the hoosegow in old Santa Fe.
In the glow of the settin' sun I see the hangin' tree jes' across the way.
Folks has come in their buckboards from near and far to enjoy the show.
Things ain't a-lookin' too good fer me right now, I want y'all to know!
The preacher was here babblin' words of hope and a-prayin' fer my soul.
Well, he was reassurin' and charmin' but he left me feelin' mighty low!
He said if'n I'd repent my sins they'd be a slight chance of avoidin' hell!
I reckon in a hour er so the Lord'll sort that out - fer now who can tell!
The sheriff jes' came by a-wantin' to know what I want fer my final meal.
"Fried chicken, taters and a beer would do" said I. More'n that don't appeal.
Through the bars I see the sheriff's boys a-stretchin' out the noose.
I hope they gits it adjusted comfortable like - not too tight and not too loose!
I admit I ain't been a outstandin' dude and I've been a hell-raiser all my life.
But shucks, horse thievin' didn't cause no harm nor did I molest a feller's wife.
But that jedge saw things diff'runt, 'specially since it was his hoss I stole!
He said, "Son, you're to be strung up on a tree - God have mercy on yer soul!"
I see they drove the final nail in my coffin - I reckon I'm ready to face my fate.
Maybe before they stretch my neck the guv'ner'll call if'n it ain't too late.
I'm mighty glad them folks is enjoyin' theyselves partyin' and drinkin' beer.
Too bad it's my demise they is celebratin and a-causin' all that cheer!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
(Sequel to follow)
Belonging means different things to people
each of us have ideas what is to belong
many throughout their life have roamed
following their own notion staying strong
You choose where you gonna be
that place to call your home
there you would be so peacefully
knowing where you put your comb
Home can be there in that moment
specially enjoying that precise time
it can be in a hostile or good position
no matter what whether to fall or climb
Your feelings will empower you
whatever the situation may be
so go and reap your moment
make sure to climb that tree
You certainly do belong where you are
whether at your Laramie it ain't so far
(QUOTE:
'I belong where I am' - James Stewart in movie the man from Laramie)
A seasonal breeze is when I loomed you,
You were as beautiful as any floret in the shrubbery.
I grabbed your hand,
And we ambled hand and hand through the estate.
We consumed the day playing,
And relishing each other company,
While the day embraces our overview to our union.
The hilarity and joyous times,
Binge throughout the day of erudition.
We express about former love and heartache,
Reminiscing on the agony and life lessons we learned.
The way I feel when we're composed
Specially when you're in my arms
I can variety of affection to you endlessly
But you don't want to go that distant
You want to know what's in my sentiment.
So I appreciate the growing of my mind,
Evolving my emotion for yours,
And the acknowledgement of our love .
Your breath could move mountains
The Himalayas used to be in France
Are you pregnant my sweet young filly
Or is that a watermelon in your pants
I've seen better legs on an orangutang
Nothing personal don't take offence
Turn your head sideways for a moment
Wow! Your nose is quite immense
Now about that patch of hair on your face
Was that from some childhood disease
Your shoes must have to be specially made
Bet you can walk on the Sea of Galilee
Your eyes are like deep cesspools
Your lips remind me of a rubber dinghy
But aside from all these strange features
You're better looking than my friend Jimmy
It is the end of a twelve-hour shift
It is the hour I’ve been dreading
I don’t mean to be superstitious
but how is traveling home alone
at night, a good idea?
Specially past an open field
Heading home bound
Something followed me home unawares
All I wanted is to rest
In my one room shack my wife and kids
Are already in bed
My wife woke up because my wheelchair was
Making a squeaky noise
She was cross
And I enjoyed watching her in her tired poise
A careful whisper sorry did suffice
Off to bed I was on my left side fast asleep
Did not stop to eat was past midnight
Something pressed me down with a grip so tight
A chill went down my spine caused me to fright
The hair on my neck was raised
Could only manage a small stifle squeal
Help Shirleen!!
She could only hear me by the third attempt
Matt what is it?
I am not afraid of no ghosts but
W what w was that?!!
Form:
You have been walking on that ground since you were a child and you still have not examined the broken lines, you have been playing on that field since you start crawling on your knees and still you have not figured out how to mix lemon with honey.
You have been playing on the middle ground since you were three and you should know the turns like ABC. If I bend my back and cross my knees you will receive a letter from me; some mountains are hard to climb but strategy will save you just in time.
I lit a candle and wander around in the dark searching for that spot where I will meet with the lark, it is that little section around the bend where the crucifix meet with the troublesome heavens, and the clouds keeps turning about and the elements in the sky start to run and shout.
The universe with its ultimate proportion finds the exotic rhythm and starts sing, and I stretched my ears beyond the plane to block out the terrible shame and align myself with the ground for that is where the mystery is found.
The stars and the planets are sealed up with the Gods and the Indus Valley lay bear waiting for something dynamic to share; the Bronze Age of civilization is welled up in the northwestern regions of Southern Asia, cruising from corner to corner and from three thousand three hundred BCE to thirteen hundred BCE, they have been baking a giant cake for you and me,.
The ancient Egyptian and Mesopotamia family have been searching diligently for me they are one of three early civilizations of the Near East and South Asia and they have built an empire out of the diamond and gold and place it in the center of my soul.
The ancestors have paid the sacrifice a million times and when the time is right you will break through the gate and collect the golden plate.
The center ground keeps moving around and the birds keep flying from town to town, the side bars are easy to slide and a miracle is waiting by your side, study the field once more before you walks through the miracle door.It was built specially for you, just to make your dream come through.
When you are in the middle, they attack you from both sides so girt your waist with extra pride and extend your right and left elbow on both sides to scrape up all the prize. The middle ground is hard to find; the middle ground is where destiny abideS.
Sometimes, it is in the most difficult times
That the strongest leaders are born.
Not by chance. But crisis,
Vision, and transformation.
Look at the life Moses in Egypt,
He was born out of circumstances.
Out from the Jews united aggrieved prayers
In Egypt Pharaoh's wanton slavery of the Jews.
Look at the life in a beehive without a Queen.
The ordinary workers produce an ordinary egg
Specially cared, nurtured, and fed with special food,
To make the egg grows into insurmountable changes
In physical aspect double or triple in size.
If she manage the beehive well will be given all the privileges
To produce more eggs for the beehive and to survive the colony.
She doesn't work, she only command and supervise.
She is ordinary turn extraordinary leader in the beehive.
It's like the fate of a nation when crisis arises
The people will unite, select a leader of the group to lead,
Support, extol and proclaim by virtue of people's initiative
Become their true leader to lead the country into prosperity they long for.
NOTE: In response to this Poem I have received a surprising pleasant letter from President Obama today 5th March 2015 itself. To see that please visit my Blog on PS of 5th March 2015
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You Have Touched Our Hearts Mr. President
Thank You Mr. President
And the First Lady
For Your Visit to India
On Our Republic Day 26th Jan.
In This Visit
And Specially in Your Last Day's Magnificent Speech
You Have Touched The Hearts Of Every Indian.
Together US & INDIA
CAN SOLVE
WORLD'S MANY DRASTIC PROBLEMS
WHILE BRINGING PEACE AND PROSPERITY
FOR INDIA & US
AND FOR THE REST OF THE WORLD.
IF YOU GO THROUGH MY POEM Dated 4th July 2011-
'GREETINGS TO USA FROM INDIA'
YOU WOULD KNOW
THAT WE HAVE AN OPEN HEART
TO MAKE YOU
(UNITED STATES)
OUR BEST FRIEND AND PARTNER
FOR THE LAST MANY DECADES.
THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN
FOR ACKNOWLEDGING THIS
MR. PRESIDENT
WE CAN WORK TOGETHER
TO MAKE THIS WORLD
A MORE BEAUTIFUL AND BETTER PLACE
TO LIVE AND LOVE.
BON VOYAGE
TO BOTH OF YOU MR. PRESIDENT.
On behalf of millions and millions
Of people of India.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India27th Jan. 2015
Presidents and Prime Ministers keep coming and going in every country of the world. Often without leaving any impressions on the minds and hearts of that country's people, but you are different Mr. President. By your simplicity and graceful expressions you have created Magical effects and impressions on the minds and hearts of my countrymen. For which we feel honored and sincerely thank you Mr. President and the first lady Michelle Obama for your visit on our Republic Day 26th Jan. 2015. We are also thankful to our dear Prime Minister Mr. Modi, who invited you for this historic visit.
Your breath could move mountains
The Himalayas used to be in France
Are you pregnant my sweet young filly
Or is that a watermelon in your pants
I've seen better legs on an orangutang
Nothing personal don't take offence
Turn your head sideways for a moment
Wow! Your nose is quite immense
Now about the patchy hair on your face
Was that from some childhood disease
Your shoes must have to be specially made
Bet you can walk on the Sea of Galilee
Your eyes are like deep cesspools
Your lips remind me of a rubber dinghy
But aside from all these strange features
You're better looking than my friend Jimmy
© Jack Ellison 2014
A Vixen's Lair
Her front room was a simple setting with
no arts of distractions but a purposed
barren white wall in a circular room.
Two simple chairs that sat opposite of
each other with a centered round table
and tea set-up with a plate of baked goods.
Three doors, the main front, the kitchen, and the
restroom, an arched curtained draped hallway that
passes a study hall and massage room.
A round Chinese designed doubled-door led
into her very own private bedroom,
and upon entry is her vanity.
There laid her jewel box of convictions,
From her silver and white Pearls of poisons,
To her diamonds of destructive deceit.
Her letter opener was a unique
Ruby handle and silvery snake-like
Razor double-edged, felt-covered carved case.
Her specially made shampoo and lotion
Echoes through the night and concocted in
The morning sun with chosen rare fresh herbs.
A fur-covered round bed draped with silk sheets
Surrounded by tall Chinese vases stuffed
with protruding pink feathered plumages.
Tall lamps, porcelain, compressed together
With gas controls having two settings of
High and very high, configured torches.
--a knock at the door...
--...tour of adults that are camera-ready having left their kids
with tour guide at the ice cream stand out in front.
2019 September 02
*3rd Place*
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