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The wildly obnoxious things he has done,
Things Tweeted from the toilet each day,
The bigoted, racist lies of a clown,
Put on full public display,
Show that he’s got no idea what he barks,
No idea of his countries real need,
Funnelling money to his own bank account,
Because all he knows is his greed,
And he’s sold the US out, the US is a con,
“Ally” is not a friend, it’s a phrase,
When he jumped to obey the Turkey extremes,
And left all the Kurds to be razed,
While Russia and China lead him to destroy,
The democracy the US once was,
The rest of the world is watching in shock,
As the States become their obedient dog.
Her office was in Middlesex New Jersey
She had been a Cattle Broker in
the brokerage Firm of
"The States of America United Cattle Co."
an affiliations of Dairy farmers and Cattlemen
who ship cattle, Milk, cheeses and beef
across a wide assortment of places.
A cattle Rancher from Denmark sold
his family farm and came to America
with his Nigeria wife. They came to America
and bought 460Acres of land and 100 Jersey cattle
they breed Wagyu and Belgium Blue mixes for beef
But they reserved the Jersey cattle for ice-cream milk and
cheese.
" oh wonderous the toils of farming
a wonderous toil indeed"
he once wrote of his happy life with his
beautiful model like wife.
He once said he loved her because she loved him
but said "more often then nought
that she could get down and dirt with the best of them!"
When he learned to invest in Brown Swiss Cattle to
yeild a greater and more profitible
cheese harveest he did and he learned to thank Plutus for the advice.
Nanna, Apis and Hathor spoke to Plutus and told Plutus that
they'd support the union of our breeds and the adivce would
profit him, his family and his community. The increase of your produce and increase of
your flock Plutus spoke to him saying. The Charrasco shall play to the praises of God: that he and he alone hast blessed me.. That he has caused the grasses
to grow and our herds to mulitply. Now we might guard and perserve them.
Non stop appointments…
Non stop worry, nobody to listen
Nobody to care,
Frustrations over nothing,
Too much noise, where are her headphones…she’s 22 but acts like she’s 8, this is autism in a nutshell, 24/7, we don’t get a break..because we don’t have family to help, everyone has their own life, luxury trips, red carpet parties to attend.
Stress is building up, the house is a mess, no relief in sight, just built up anger, please go amidst your day, don’t worry about our life, this is nothing new.
Doctors, psych appointments he tries to make, all while skipping lunch, the only hour to himself, we don’t make our schedules..
Never ending phone calls, being out on hold for eternity…how is he still coping with this all? Im speaking for all families of special needs, doesn’t this sound fun?
Trying to convince the county to pay for a fence, so our son, daughter won’t run off, a leash we put on so we know where they are, but oh the states we get, maybe you should walk in our shoes for one day, please do…
Evening has come time to unwind, wine in our hands, candlelight dinner? Yeah right, not us we have to spend the next three hours trying to get our child to sleep, the meds aren’t working.
The school called twice today, our child was being disruptive in class, we are at our wits end. Nobody understands, all the fingers are pointing at us, I’m so close to tears, remind me again why I became a Mom?
Lord I didn’t ask for this help us out here you said you’d never give us more than we can handle, why then are we exhausted, we don’t get invited anywhere by family friends, because society doesn’t understand autism, maybe they never will…
I wanna just give up, I’m so empty inside, no more fight I have in me, I’m raising my hands up to you Lord, take it away..
(A conversation with my wife Vera Selena (Osburn) Hinshaw on our 70th wedding anniversary 12 October 2022)
Honey, I thank God every day for bringing you into my life;
For making me the father of our children and for agreeing to be my wife.
We were just two starry-eyed kids when we met on the Bermuda Isle.
Even then I knew you were the one I hoped to escort down the bridal aisle.
Diamonds gleamed in your eyes when we pledged our eternal love.
There is no doubt that our life together was ordained by God above.
Love glowed in our hearts when we were united as man and wife;
Romance has been very much alive during our wedded life!
We've shared so many wonderful memories throughout the years.
There were lean times, laughter, and yes, a sprinkling of sorrow and tears.
Even though your hair has turned from bonnie gold to gray,
To me you've become more beautiful with each passing day!
You've met the vicissitudes of Air Force life with dignity and grace.
You've taught Sunday School and Girl Scouts leaving each base a better place.
You've made a house a home whether in the states or foreign lands.
Our kids and grand kids are what they are today due to your guiding hands.
I brought you a bouquet of yellow roses since they're your favorites, dear.
My love for you grows stronger and stronger with each passing year!
(My eyes welled-up with tears as I knelt and placed the flowers on her grave.)
You are told there is no pandemic.
You are told it’s all a hoax.
You are told it’s a deep state conspiracy.
Three thousand deaths here,
three thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
And then you learn it will end in two weeks.
And then you learn testing is available for anyone.
And then you learn there’s enough ventilators and masks.
Five thousand deaths here,
five thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
But you are assured it will be over by Memorial Day.
But you are assured that hydroxychloroquine is the magic elixir.
But you are assured the states can all reopen.
Ten thousand deaths here,
ten thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
Surely you believe it will be over by summer.
Surely you believe drinking Lysol is the cure.
Surely you believe there will be no second wave.
Fifty thousand deaths here,
fifty thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
Now you know all the health rules go too far.
Now you know about the government plot.
Now you cheer on the Neo-Nazi protestors.
One hundred thousand deaths here,
one hundred thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
Intertwined in survival,
no one is an island, John Donne observed.
Do not ask for whom the death tolls.
It tolls for you.
Published: Dissident Voice, July 26,2020
Philadelphia's the home of freedom.
Liberty stands at the sound of a bell.
Freedom for the world.That's my religion.
Freedom in the states.That's the way it should be.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Here the bell of freedom.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Let's also ring this bell for the world.
There's a statue of a lady.In New York City.
Her torch burning bright, for the world to see.
Her meaning's just the same.She looks so pretty.
But nothing like the bell that rings so free.
Philadelphia's the home of freedom.
Liberty stands at the sound of a bell.
Freedom for the world.That's my religion.
Freedom in the states.That's the way it should be.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Hear the bell of freedom.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Let's also ring this bell for the world.
There's a flag that flies.It holds the same meaning.
Those stars and stripes, just wave in the air.
This flag's got a name.It's called Old Glory.
This flag flies along.While we're ringing the bell.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Hear the bell of freedom.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Let's also ring this bell for the world.
Philadelphia's the home of freedom.
Liberty stands at the sound of a bell.
Freedom for the world.That's my religion.
Freedom in the states.That's the way it should be.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Hear the bell of freedom.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Let's also ring this bell for the world...
Patriotic-Song-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2002,2015..ALL rights reserved..
I met her as my colleague
She was in her late 30s
Trying to shield her boundless sad
With her busy schedule and her son.
Chosen to teaching
To forget the in-laws teasing
And parents worrying.
Taken to reading in full swing
And the never-ending serials of the
Wonder idiot box*.
She has got parted away
From her man, we were told by rumours
He was the incarnation of beastly demon
And adulterated with many a woman
Someone said at some time, somewhere.
All her colleagues pay attention to her story
They ask her never
Nor do they accept her ever
As he has run away from him
One noble lady feels
“She is very adamant
He must be good man.”
The truth is that she has not seen him even once
“She could not live with him”
Remarks her one time friend.
“She cannot be adjusted
She is very much egoistic”
One male colleague gives her moral support.
He talks to her always
His looks are always everywhere on her
Her inquisitive boss once quizzed her
“What is your husband?’
As he could not ask her
“Where is your husband?’
She showed her annoyance
But said “He is in the States”
Nobody knows his state.
So, interest is on her marital status.
“Why does not she remarry?” – a concerned voice.
“Who will marry her with a child?” – a concerned response.
The neighbours, not so neighbourly.
Keeps a watch on her by scrutinizing every visitor to her house
Trying to get a degree by researching
About her life.
They know more about her than her
Their research bend of mind needs to be conferred
With a doctoral degree.
The much-learned society
Who would not even come out
When their neighbour’s son met with an accident
Is always ready to tell about her unknown story
Even to a two-minute old friend
And kept open their intelligentsia
To find her life story
As their life’s mission.
She walks in silence
And lives around noises
Not knowing or conniving the murmurs around.
Since World War II, I’ve traveled the world,
Seeing many countries both near and far.
I started in the States where my eyes were unfurled,
Being kept in pockets and in many a jar.
Right off the press, I started out crisp and new.
I was cut from the others and soon put into play.
After the War, I became one of the few
That were tossed in a jar for a rainy day.
Then, I was given to a very young boy.
It was his eighth birthday and he seemed so happy.
He got a wonderful car from a man named Roy.
It was his mother’s ill father, his dear old grandpappy.
When he opened up the card and saw me there,
He knew he was loved by someone so much.
Right away, he knew how to spend me, and where;
In a toy machine with lots of prizes and such.
He wrapped up the toy that he won on his own,
And had his parents help him address the letter.
When it got to his grandpappy, he opened it alone.
He was touched by the gift, and felt so much better.
Later that week, I was taken from the machine,
And the cashier noticed that I was very old.
He gave me to his son, who was only thirteen,
And this began my next journey, to be later told.
I OPENED A DOOR
TO PLACE NEVER SEEN.
MORE OF A NIGHTMARE
THAN IT WAS LIKE A DREAM.
FREEDOMS WERE BURNING
AS WERE THE STATES.
HEADS THAT WERE SEVERED
WERE ON SILVER PLATES.
TRUTHERS WERE SLAUGHTERED.
LIERS WERE PRAISED.
CHILDREN WERE CHIPPED
AND SHEEPLE WERE RAISED.
BEHIND THE SCENES
IT'S A. I. CONTROLLED.
MILITARY TYPE
ROBOTIC PATROLLED.
EVERY THOUGHT.
FROM EVERY LIVING BEING.
RECORDED LIVE.
A.I. IS SEEING.
BEYOND IMPRESSIVE.
UNIVERSALLY WIRED.
I JUST CAN'T IMAGINE
WHO WOULD DESIRE.
DEEP IN THE OCEAN.
IN THE DEEPEST OF SEAS.
CITIES OF CREATURES
EAT HUMAN BEINGS.
I STEPPED BACK AND THOUGHT,
OF WHAT I WAS SEEING.
I FELT LIKE A CHILD
GOING THROUGH TEETHING.
CHILDREN WERE GROOMED
AND LATER ARRESTED.
SOLD TO OFFICIALS
BEFORE THEY'RE MOLESTED.
ADULTS DISAPPEARED
WERE FED TO THESE CREATURES.
THE CHILDREN THEN FOLLOWED
WITH THE VERY SAME FEATURES.
RAISING CHILDREN
TO BE SERVED AS BAIT.
ABUSED AND DISCARDED
WHEN THE CREATURES ATE.
WHO ARE THESE CREATURES
WHO FARM HUMAN PEOPLE.
RAISED IN THE SUN LIGHT
SERVED UP AS SHEEPLE.
WHO ARE THE BROKERS.
THE GO BETWEEN PEOPLE.
WHO ABUSED THE CHILDREN
THAN SOLD THEM AS SHEEPLE.
THIS WAS A WORLD
WHERE ANIMALS ARE PEOPLE.
PEOPLE ARE ANIMALS
REFERRED TO AS SHEEPLE.
08192020
An Ode To Vera Selena (Osburn) Hinshaw
It takes a very special lady to be an ideal Air Force wife,
To face the many challenges and vicissitudes of Air Force life.
Even though it meant moving every few years to a different place,
You became a seasoned veteran as we moved from base to base.
You made a house a home whether in the states or foreign lands.
I marveled at your flexibility and left things in your capable hands.
When moving through the ranks and Lord knows at times money was tight,
But you worked marvels with hamburger meat and taters much to my delight!
You understood when I was called to duty and missed family celebrations,
But you pressed on, nurturing the girls and kept busy with various organizations.
As we advanced in rank you met social obligations with pride and grace.
You taught Sunday School and Girl Scouts leaving each base a better place!
You supported me and helped me earn each stripe I wore upon my sleeve,
Plus the various commendations and medals I was honored to receive.
Honey, thanks for standing by me - these accolades are well deserved.
The girls and I are very proud of you, since you also faithfully served!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved