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On May 1, 1865, Charleston, South Carolina,
Freed African Americans held a parade of 10,000
In honor of 257 dead Union soldiers,
whose remains they had reburied from a mass grave
in a Confederate prison camp
Although Blight (historian) claimed
"African Americans invented Memorial Day
in Charleston, South Carolina",
In 2012, he stated in the New York Times
He "has no evidence" that the event in Charleston
effectively led to General Logan’s call for the national holiday
In 1968, the U.S. government passed
the Uniform Monday Holiday Act,
1971 May 30 was a day touted
It all went into effect in 1971,
by then, there were no more Civil War veterans –
but millions of vets from later wars.
It took an act of congress to
grant federal employee's three-day weekends
The act also codified the name "Memorial Day" into law.
Note: In tribute to “The Ladies' Memorial Association”
And the African American’s who fought for the grand army of the Republic
Blake Stilwell can be reached at [email protected]
POEM
United States of America we celebrate
“Decoration Day” it began in 1868,
This day is considered a very sad day
On the last Monday of May
Americans bring flowers and give thanks
To the dead soldiers of all ranks
Virginia, first Civil War soldier's grave
Southern women decorated, recorders would save
Were the first to invent Memorial Day
Written 5/29/22
Happy Memorial Day!
Dusk dawns noticeably earlier each night in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania - yup
Which trend will continue some days before
winter solstice 2021 in Northern Hemisphere,
Tuesday, December 21 10:58 AM.
Yes, interestingly enough earliest sunset date(s)
along eastern United States
will occur December 7 and 8, 2021 at 4:28 pm EST.
Similar respective phenomena
takes place across globe.
Winter solstice constitutes
shortest day of the year in terms of daylight,
but does not have latest sunrise
nor earliest sunset of the year.
This prevails because discrepancy exists
between modern-day timekeeping methods
and how time is measured
using the Sun known as the equation of time.
The equation of time comprises
east or west component of the analemma,
a curve representing angular offset of the Sun
from its mean position on celestial sphere
as viewed from Earth.
I thoroughly enjoy onset of early darkness
unperturbed courtesy
seasonal affective disorder (SAD).
Alas and alack
matter of fact yours truly
optimally thrives when pitch black
skies immerse bookworm as impetus to crack
open a novel and/or read
one of my favorite (MAD) magazines
versus basking in sunshine which doth distract,
thus I while away hours appeasing
sixty plus shades of gray (cerebral) matter
processing criteria at greased lightning speed
considerably faster than once
venerably touted supreme ENIAC,
whereby mine figurative pistons
incalculably subvert additional
superfluous irrelevant flack
spurring me to burrow
deep inside invisible gunnysack
cause ordinary stress I could not hack
conveniently latched onto
ninety sixties counterculture mantra
"turn on, tune in, drop out"
popularized by Timothy Leary in 1966
essentially only in body not spirit
throughout academic foray,
I occupied space and time
paid dear price, cuz
submissive behavior heavily did impact
writer of these words a jejune Jack,
who during formative years
never dated, nor got jilted
cuz he possessed
unquestioned unhealthy uncanny
fealty and deadly eating disorder
body dysmorphia knack
positive image of self I lack,
an existence punctuated
by one after another panic attack.
To those who seek instant gratification -
I am a process, not a destination.
Happiness.
We attempt to crack its code, however,
It remains a lifetime long endeavour.
Deeply desired, wondrous state of mind -
Its fleeting facile feeling redefined.
Teasing and taunting us with verve and grace,
Happiness’ touted appeal won’t erase.
It collaborates with chaotic foes
Under scrutiny of their highs and lows.
It often veers from solid status quo -
Moment of now would be its best m.o.
Even though happiness scoots on the run,
Give it a shot and catch it when you can!
C.P. # 35
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I'll follow if You lead,
Your Path of life, help me to read
Help us not to bend or break
But stand, for You, for Goodness sake
I followed close a road and found
I'd plodded into mired ground
Where preacher lived high on a hill
Paid by the sheep, the poor at will
He mocked and shocked as hearts were torn
Where sheep be shorn, eaten and worn
'For' he touted to the poor
'The workman is worthy'
He meant him, for sure
We didn't quickly get away,
But in Your Light we wish to stay
Thank You God
You lead us still,
Far from that preacher on a hill
C.P. 36
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Time is of the essence
Which drifts back on the breeze
in essences, aromas
Of the eucalyptuse leaves
Suddenly transported
And there we are at play
Collecting stones and seashells
Off the San Francisco Bay
Zeal the Zealot just made some poison,
and he was proud of it as can be.
He advertised the poison for all the world to see.
He touted that his would kill all the mice and rats,
but, promised no harm to the helpful bats.
Quincy the Quiet made some poison brew
and he was proud of his work too.
He advertised the poison for all the world to see.
He touted that his would kill all the roaches and fleas,
but, promised no harm to the bees.
Zeal the Zealot sold his poison at the corner mart,
and he gave out fliers for the user's instructional start.
Quincy the Quiet sold his poison out of the back of his pickup bed,
and had the instructions on the label in red.
Little did either realize dangers these sales threatened to be.
Stripped the Honeybee fell into Zeal's poison's pot
and sipping the poison he began to feel hot.
Then Stripped attempted to fly away,
but Buddy the Bat thought he was food anyway.
Both the bee and the bat died-on Quincy's pickup bed.
Neither Zeal nor Quincy wanted the bat to die,
but both blamed the other and did not question why.
Then from around the corner came Loudmouth the Cat
who tried then to help them understand,
the product they both were selling would be destruction to the land!
Dad began work pushing a broom at the Chrysler Corporation.
A paltry fifty-five cents an hour was his compensation!
'Twas during the Great Depression when times were really hard.
He was elated to get the job and held Chrysler in high regard!
Dad was a "Chrysler" man thro' and thro' and for his "wheels",
Always owned an assortment of Plymouth and Dodge automobiles.
The one I recall as a lad was a Dodge, a nineteen thirty-five.
It was in this car that my patient Pa taught me how to drive!
Brand spanking new it cost Pa six hundred forty-five bucks.
It was touted as the latest and greatest, an auto car deluxe!
The gearshift and dimmer switch were located on the floor.
To indicate a turn or stop, you hung your arm out the door!
The spare tire was on the trunk with a ram's head on the hood.
It was the sharpest vehicle in all that Hoosier neighborhood!
A feature was the new leaf springs, providing a smoother ride.
He kept her washed and waxed - 'twas truly his joy and pride!
The old Dodge survived World War Two, bald tires and all.
It took us where we needed to go and would seldom ever stall.
It served us for nigh on fifteen years 'til, alas, she died.
('Tis still told in family lore that my Pa broke down and cried!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Marriage to alarmingly ballooning...
dramatically expanding spouse
Eats her weigh out of home and house
unsolicited feedback courtesy
yours truly, she does grouse
quite doubtful, she could pose
for playboy and/or penthouse
returning explicit volley
of trailing appellations lobbed
expletive laced epithets
directed at her husband the louse
in lame retaliation deftly
sparring as he doth rouse
himself out of his vittle catatonic state
thus muenster ring cheeses crust
squeaks (me) meek Mickey Mouse.
When I did pledge troth
after courtship she would not abate
aboot two dozen years ago
(spoiler alert) wheezing
heterosexually straight
half heartedly accepting her
asthma wife sne...
snee...sneezing mate
even then, she exhibited
appetite for consumption
defying four foot eleven
petite size and lightweight.
Now, she eats
non stop round the clock
stationing, lumbering, burgeoning
girth casting dock
shadows analogous to
edge of night
donning humongous frock
to allow growing room
for extra buttock
vacuuming any/all
comestibles in sight
downing, emptying, gulping
refrigerator contents chock a block
nearly suctioning him,
who doth tongue in cheek mock
think apple pie, yet for
grace of dog ad hoc
anchoring spindleshanks laughingstock
skinny chicken legs (mine)
with knees that knock
worse than concentration camp victim,
(this gentile Jewish atheist gently pock
king fun without intent to rock
the casbah, nor ethnically clash
mainly innocent poetic schlock),
nonetheless chicken legs
repurposed to anchor lock
stock and barrel Matthew Scott
madly flapping wings imitating flock
of seagulls to no avail
his flabby baby boomer
body, mum mama
followed dietary strictures touted by
the late Doctor Benjamin McLane Spock,
no matter, I got hoovered
into maw of tee misses,
who instantaneously
spit out awful poppycock.
There are not for profit oligarchs
Amidst arms flooding minus any Ark
Noah saw such days of old
As he held Gods plan; on course as told
Billons swelll in roaring tides
As ministerial figures, smooth the ride
Oppression is touted, as logic and truth
While cash in community is unclean; uncouth'
We can gain liberty; yet just take the yoke'
Lock your mouths and admit you're broke
Close your eye's; don't read those signs
You have a choice.' Thats stated now mind.!
Just some words, just some truth; do mark'
From mouths that pompous, carp and carp
That claim the world, and barter souls'
They fullfil the scriptures, in truth and bold'
Having a lost eternity, to enter; i'm told.!
Love and lust often appear the same,
fueling the heart's hesitation.
And eating away, trust's foundation:
acid tears extinguish passion's flame.
An emotional bumper car ride:
life has you stymied and befuddled.
And reality leaves you muddled:
for fate doesn't seem to be on your side.
With every light, a shadow is cast
that tests the resiliency of hope.
And sliding down a slippery slope:
you're fearful, feelings of love won't last.
A poor substitute touted by youth:
lust clings to the pleasures of the flesh.
And feelings sour, while love remains fresh:
that's the heart's inescapable truth.
To everyone's discombobulation,
anarchy and pain
were given free rein.
Liberty is losing its foundation:
while Ukraine fights back,
from Russia's attack.
And so many politicians are corrupt:
that deep-pocket lobbyists pay to disrupt.
Liberty is stumbling!
Global warming is touted as fake news:
though seas are rising.
It's not surprising:
though ecologists beg, the rich refuse.
Money is their king:
Nature's their plaything.
Big business stole a generation's dreams,
promising paradise, while polluting streams.
Liberty is stumbling!
The crazies are taking total control:
creating weird cults:
in which hate exults.
Without condemnation, we've sold our souls:
donning a blindfold
we do what we're told.
Republican fascists are fueling fears:
democracy holds no more value than tears.
White cops shoot black youths and then go out for beers.
Liberty is stumbling!
Its foundation: crumbling.