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Me and my ol' hoss Dan ain't got no perticler destination.
We saddled up early this mornin' as the sun lit God's Creation!
With my hound dog Spooks breakin' trail we jes' meander along.
What a glorious day to be a-livin' - in my heart dwells a song!
Ah, the solitude! The glorious solitude! It sates my soul with peace!
Above in the pristine Colorady sky flies a skein of Canadian geese!
I pause on a nearby knoll to take in the wondrous scene below,
And see a fawn gambolin' about, anxiously guarded by its doe!
I stop by a crystal stream and turn Dan loose in a meadow to graze.
I fix myself a cup o' joe and lie on the bank to ponder and laze.
While Spooks happily bounds to and fro wherever he wills,
I'm soothed by the water's hymn as over the rocks it spills!
Yonder the grandeur of The Rockies is revealed on this splendid morn!
Heard is the clarion scream of an eagle as it begins its daily bourne!
Gossamer-like mists rise from yon lea revealin'' a rovin' buffalo herd.
From a copse across the way the buglin' of a magnificent elk is heard!
Ol' Spooks nuzzles me as if to say, "Hey pal! Ain't it time we moved on?"
I whistle for Dan - he comes a-trottin' - a handsome sight this pure dawn!
I don't crave riches or a roof over my head - the wide-open spaces is my home!
Terrestrial boundaries or fences don't confine me - freely I choose to roam!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Ghosts and goblins come in waves on Halloween,
The spookiest spooks and ghouliest ghouls you've ever seen.
They really haven't come to haunt,
It's not your mortal soul they want,
Just your Skittles, Candy Corn, and Jelly Beans.
Vampires, werewolves, zombies, hags,
Witches, warlocks, wraiths in rags,
They won't suck your blood or eat you,
They're just here to trick-or-treat you.
When the doorbell rings, you'd best fill up their bags.
If brave of heart, you might invite them in.
Your lair is dark, the fiendish games begin.
Apples to bob, a tail to pin,
Brew to imbibe, a bottle to spin,
As party monsters celebrate All Hallows E'en.
Invasion of the Bums & Scarecrow-Soldiers & Pretty Ballerina’s
By David J Walker
What are you gonna be
I donno
Maybe a soldier or a bum again or a Martian
My sister wants to be a ballerina
But its way too cold for that
The most memorable year was when my mom turned me into
the tallest paper mâché octopus
Every seen
in a 3rd grade class.
The Halloween parade would begin at 10 on the school stage that hosted
the most ghosts & goblins
bums and ballerinas
and store-bought Cops & Cinderella’s
soldiers and white-as-a-sheet spooks with big cutout eyes
& bums with bones
black magically coming out of nowhere
After dinner & Its the Great Pumpkin Charley Brown
We are out terrorizing the town
Winter coats covering our prized costumes
Timidly
Begging for candy
Until our big brown bags could hold no more
Sorting
Chocolate with chocolate
Suckers with suckers
Candy bars of all kinds
Candy lips & candied apples
Candy cigarettes & Popcorn balls
The next morning
Moan/Groaning
But still
can’t wait for school to start &
The retelling of the last nights Halloween Haul &
Haunted adventure
Going, coming, running, staying
Oh the mind games they keep playing
Or perhaps it my mind playing tricks on me.
Broken cracked complete insanity.
Shadows and secrets whispers and looks
Over your shoulder again it spooks
Guessing assumptions facades
Deception trickery it's been decades
Tricks of the mind and hand
Demons with demonic plans
Ever watchful careful not to trip
No room for error not one slip
Weakness is what fuels the ghost
Then you're their puppet simply a host
Bend break at their whim
Don't fall in the trap resist them.
For once you give up and admit defeat
It's over put ur heart that their feat
For now you are them
Heart and soul closed never to open again
Simple were the things that brought me so much joy,
Growin' up on the farm as a Hoosier country boy!
Barefoot, straw hat, patched overalls and summer tanned,
As free as a soarin' eagle as I roamed that prairie land!
Dad farmed the old homestead with teams of horses and mules.
He had a Massey-Harris tractor he used to tow heavier tools.
But to turn the sod he used his mules, old faithful Fred and Joe,
Who understood Dad's subtle commands of "gee, haw and whoa!"
He sat upon the brutal steel seat of his John Deere sulky plow,
Turnin' ten acres of soil a day, and now I wonder how!
Ah, what a pleasure to trot in that cool, fresh-turned furrow,
And wiggle my toes in the loam the shiny moldboard would burrow!
My old pal, Spooks, bounded hither and yon a-chasin' rabbits,
Of which there was a multitude, due to their promiscuous habits!
As the sulky plow turned the soil, I'd poke around with a stick,
To collect wiggly worms for feeshin' later in the ripplin' "crick".
Anon, Fred and Joe and the sulky plow were all retired,
Replaced by a Farmall tractor, shiny red and rubber tired.
Dad reluctantly gave up his sulky plow and bid it a sad adieu.
Alas, it was conscripted for scrap to aid in World War Two!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
In the backwoods of Tenn-O-See eerie things is seen on Halloween night!
Stroll with me down a country lane - you'll see things that'll give ya' a fright!
I s'pose ya' could set by the far and read of sech frum an old-timer's lore,
But come 'long, boys and girls, if ya' dare and see them scary things galore!
A headless hossman races by yellin', "I've lost my head, confound it!"
Its disembodied voice keeps repeatin', "I'll have no peace 'til I've found it!"
From a leafless oak a body swings in the wind danglin' frum a double noose!
'Tis said an impromptu posse hung 'im fer filchin' hosses on the loose!
That old house is said to be haunted and mysterious lights is seen inside!
The story goes that hosts of fiendish ghosts and witches therein reside!
Passin' the old cemetery, I'm sure y'all will want to increase yer stride!
Leerin' ghosts and skeletons lurk there and they'll skeer ya' outta yer hide!
A spectral platoon of sojers is seen marchin' 'long that haunted stretch of lane.
A sergeant counts cadence and moans is heard from them that's sufferin' pain!
Spooky lights is seen waftin' to and fro and seem to be headin' our way!
Are they restless spirits with evil intent er lost souls that have gone astray?
A sobbin' wraith with glowin' eyes is seen floatin' jes' beyond the ridge.
With a piercin' scream she waves at us and leaps frum a nearby bridge!
So, my children, if its thrills y'all is lookin' fer and a real Halloween scare,
Come, take a midnight stroll with me 'long that fearsome lane, if you dare!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 in PD's "Any Poem You Posted This Week" Contest - Nov 2011
THE HOLY GHOST TRAIN
through Covid terrain
Groping in the present with fogged up view
I look for a lead, for someone to guide.
Are we together? Does Covid divide?
Who do I trust to discern what is true?
Who would deceive? And why? What is the cue?
How do I know if I'm taken for a ride?
Swamped by the unknown on a foaming tide,
what of tomorrows? to plan or review?
Seeking someone to blame drives a divide.
A hostile spirit tells of who is at fault.
As if on a ghost train with scares at each jolt,
I shriek in the dark as with spooks I collide.
Hold on a moment, but hold on to whom
when we are distanced, two metres apart?
In isolation the future seems masked.
Time to sanitise my thoughts of such doom,
seeking for words that may help to make sense.
Cleansed by the Spirit now let's take a ride
on the Holy Ghost train with God at our side
with blessings to come from surprising events -
despite the unknown, ever watchful for more.
We can hold on in faith, even alone,
abiding with Christ as in love we are known,
living in hope till a new way is shown.
By faith in God, trust is surely restored.
#The_writings_are_on_the_wall
How do I turn my heart back on, how do I shut my eyes on you, when all I have to live for is only you, how do I sleep when you are not well, how do I smile when your eyes are teary, how do I live, when you are nowhere near me, how do I breath in your absentia, when the world suffocate me beyond my endurance, where should I go when to you is where I'm constantly led to, where do I hide, when your shadow spooks me, how do I unshackle myself from you, when you are always everywhere, and in everything I see and touch, who do I become when you are map my life navigates on,
When distances shuts us apart, when the world is busy pulling us sideways, when after all the fighting and temporary rejections still in my tattered emotions, walking back constantly to where you are, where do I go to heal, when you constantly have stabbed hope lifeless out of my heart, where do I go for the writings are on the wall,
Where do I go, where do I hide, where should I confine to, when I'm welded to your destiny, how do I breath when my lungs have shed the last of its least, when my body has lost the last drip of blood fighting for you, where do I go when all I'm left with being shelves of strength lost in trying to make you understand, to show you the writings on the wall, where do I go when I'm stripped of my pride, dignity, loosing myself to prove a point to you, where do I go when my efforts are shed in vain, when beyond hopless my emotions have dried to, where do I go when the writings on the wall blocks me from seeing beyond you, from thinking beyond you, from hopping beyond you, where do I go when all I have is you
Where do I go, when the writings on the wall haunts me day and night and everywhere and in everything I do, where do I go, with this chain on my soul, constantly reminding of the writings on the wall
For you, I will risked it all, when life is ebbed out of me, my world shattering, for you I will drop in my last breath on your feet, for the writings on the wall are me and you and no one else, the writings on the wall
#Poetic_Ink
Scarlets bright
amber's light
colorful leaves frolick near
enjoying the season before they fear
the arrival of fall
it's just nature's call
with radiance comes a chill
jack-o'-lanterns burn at will
autumns rustling sounds
flannels and bonfires abound
Outdoor living at it's best
Warm cider, pumpkin cookies for the fest
A celebration for the preservation of life I profess
Cooler temperatures are not always my favorite I confess
But the season of spooks.witches and goblins is
So enjoy falls splendor as it is
full of laughter fun and more
so enjoy everything to it's core
9-10-23
Zowie, yikes
And holy gadzooks!
It's that really silly
Poetry kook
Coming at you
With giggles galore
Funnies, chuckles
And so much more
A formula for sailing
Right through the day
Laugh at your troubles
It's better that way
No sense complaining
It makes you feel sad
Just think of it folks
Things aren't that bad
It could be worse
You could live in a shoe
Have dozens of kids
And animals too
No place to sit
While watching TV
Need to draw numbers
For a seat if you please
I'm a bit off the mark
'Cause it's all about fun
Choose every day
To follow the sun
Really no matter
If clouds fill the sky
You can still go 'round
With a gleam in your eye
Zowie, yikes
And holy gadzooks!
Hope I've helped
Getting rid of your spooks
If just for an instant
Or just for a while
It's mission accomplished
If I've made you guys smile!
© Jack Ellison 2014