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One of the greatest pals that I have ever had,
Was a high school buddy and fellow grad!
He was renowned as the notorious class clown,
And his antics evoked from educators many a frown!
We had so many great times around Hagerstown!
'Twas hard to keep our youthful exuberance down,
As we raced up and down those tranquil streets,
Eluding frustrated cops on their nightly beats!
Often we double-dated with our sweethearts,
In my old '37 Ford that ran in fits and starts!
But our girlie friends didn't seem to mind,
As we cruised about with our arms entwined!
Upon graduation, in the Air Force I enlisted.
I asked him to enlist with me, but no he insisted!
In just a few years after we had parted,
The terrible conflict in Korea was started!
He answered the summons of his nation,
As others before him had met that obligation.
Mournful "Taps" was played over a hero's grave,
Alas, this time for beloved Jerry so gallant and brave!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
PFC Gerald V. McCoy was KIA, 23 Oct 1952, Triangle Hill, North Korea.
Entry for michael hornschurch's "Ode To A Friend" Contest
Journey Journal Page
EMERGENT
By Leon Enriquez
In the emergent light you see
Order and chaos within a hint
That taut poise in ambiguity
A flash of insight in raw tint
The known in the unknown tangle
That shows an unseen point of view
Sore dilemma in triangle
Confronts conflict in visual cue
~~~~~~~~~
Do you now know just what you know?
The plain truth and the paradox
Movement in moments here that show
Thought and afterthought that flip box
Discern the inconstancy there
With the surge of jibber-jabber
In contradictions that craft flair
Where certainty aligns fever
~~~~~~~~~
Two companions sit by my side
Each wears a certain arc of grace
Truth keeps company with the tides
Paradox lures wit in embrace
Drama confronts primal fancy
As truth speaks with silence profound
Paradox casts views contrary
As irony captures odd grounds
~~~~~~~~~
Know the steady embrace of truth
That sits silently by your side
Where you seek the emotive proof
As flaming paradox rides
Yet we toss and turn and lay blame
Seek refuge in the light of truth
As if playing a losing game
When the simple truth channels proof
~~~~~~~~~
I hear the conversations here
Tryst with twin companions of flow
Speak as conscious quivers draw near
Am I certain that I now know?
Silence speaks with profound deep tones
As echoes flood my mortal feel
Truth and paradox match old bones
An enlightening moment spills
~~~~~~~~~
I question the truth with touch strange
Hear truth prompts choice in poise of voice
Paradox answers through tough change
Two options in twist of brisk noise
So we try our best to live grief
Yet cannot leave our mortal veil
So we traverse change not so brief
As human consciousness avails
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 January 2024
Singapore
At sea where the shadows breathe,
Old ships lie, lost beneath the sea,
Corvette Donna Freja on the patrol,
Sailing waters, old stories unfold.
An island looms, radar watch keen,
But danger whispers cuts the serene.
A Seabase ship breaks the silent night,
There in the cove, no chance to fight.
Ghosts of the Triangle call out in despair,
Waves of the past rise up in the air.
Fight or flee, under moon light,
Will the Freja engage the fight?
A cruiser’s shadow, sharp and swift,
Guns pointing fierce, the air is a rift.
Captain’s blood hot as a flame,
Decide in seconds, the cruelest game.
The Commodore, monitors the chase,
Information’s life, a dangerous space.
Fins in the dark, chasing their prey,
Past and present, a to price to pay.
Caught in fate and courage worn thin,
Echoes of battles, places they’ve been.
Water graves whisper, every tide’s song,
History's grips, the Freja must be strong.
Through the Triangle's they’ll sail once more,
A Corvette fleeing, but her spirit will roar.
In the depth of night, courage runs deep,
She’ll return to fight, where the enemy creeps.
In the dead of night.
[Inspired - with much gratitude - by Jan’s poem
There’s No Knocking On Heaven’s Loo Door
and Caren and Tom’s comments on it]
***
The toilets in heaven are cold on your ass
The angels believe that they’re all made of brass
Turns out the reason the lavvies are cold
Is that all those loos are eighteen carat gold
Heavenly shoppers had been sent to Earth
And told to buy goods of exceptional worth
The best baths and basins and showers and so on
But do not return without something to go on
One of those shoppers was sure in fine fettle
Sought out some toilet pans in precious metal
He came up one short of his gold toilet goal
He needed another so that one he stole
The owner told me that that richest of loos
Was nicked by a bloke with a beard and no shoes
One million pounds for my loo that was yeller
I said Jesus Christ! He said yeah that's the fella
So that’s how there’s toilets of gold up in heaven
They said there were two but there’s actually seven
But heavenly humans are not a bright species
And built up an accumulation of feaces
They looked at the task from a different angle
And now drop it in the Bermuda Triangle
Sailors and pilots are frequently struck
And turn up in heaven all covered in muck
Although they’re in heaven they never seem happy
As they use the bathroom because they’re so crappy
It might be a rumour but what I’ve been told
Is they often cry out…
THESE TOILETS ARE COLD!
I am scared, and I have never been scared in my life. We lost our radio, radar, and other electronic navigation gear when we came through the Bermuda Triangle. One of the old salts aboard this rusty gray bucket of bolts they call a tramp steamer said, we must have offended King Neptune. It is a known fact that the ship cheated Davy Jones' Locker three times when it was running convoys during WWII.
Where the storm came from, no one knows! Thirty-foot waves of blue-green foamy water are breaking over the bow flooding the main deck and throwing a salty mist spray over the bridge. The off-duty watch are confined to their racks for safety while the ship bobs and rolls like a roller coaster in the trough of the waves. Many lie there and pray as they listen to the moans and groans of the ship-expansion joints as the ship twist from side to side. Some of the sounds, sound human and I'm not so sure that they're not. I felt as if someone was calling me to come and join them in the briny deep.
By: Poet Sonny Roper
lacking gallantry
heave round in Satan's abyss
death clock off duty
By Poet
8/17/2021
Think outside the square,
If you care,
Think outside the square,
If you dare,
Think outside the square,
If you don't easily despair.
Think outside the square,
If you think you know the right people,
Who can get you into the right circle,
One where they won't belittle.
Think outside the square,
But learn how to wrangle,
Your way out of a triangle,
Where they won't appreciate your angle.
Think outside the square,
Without going through a hoop,
To get out of a loop,
Before they put you in a coop.
Think outside the square,
But don't dive back in to share ,
With those who don't care,
And can't think outside the square.
Think outside the square,
Find someone with money to spare,
Who does not care,
If you are outside the square,
To fund your idea,
And then you can go fishing,
Where squares, circles and triangles no longer dominate your thinking.
There's no such thing as sacred
For the rational domain
Of proper logic
Where the majority of stupid
Aren't the main
For the impact their activity occur
And their needs disturbing the the State
Their demands and schizophrenia
Of their idiotic logic
Against whatever truly what appears sane
Cult of the humans
And the self-imposed
Those who live in image rather then be real
The engines that attempt to own and control
Where the convention, treaty and agreement
Aren't the deal
Poor vocabulary and illiterate speech
No buisness, threats, weird semantics
And no clarity
Impeach
Yet not in favour of the counterparts of them
Because it's neither that produce this real logic
There is no gold attached to money, neither crypto
And the Uranium enriched
Whatch what you say because the precedent is ditto
When psychopath will sue the psychiatrist
In order to assume equal defense
Become assured
That the theatrical defense of theirs
In fact determined is as the another yet offense
Offense to proper logic
And the real judgement
A crime against existence of the mental health
When there is no triangle of the Karpman
Nor the victim
Responsibility is individual process
Process complexity of court
Beyond this stupid limited the pair
Create the precedent ad interests of the sales
And profits
May coercing you as well
With programmes
The real the indictment is beyond
The capability of yours?
Do face
Military Industrial Complex out to enslave the masses/
Save your asses from these genocidal, dangerous facists/
They’re releasing gaseous anthrax to take breath outta me/
Our Social Security Numbers are used for their death lottery/
The Bermuda Triangle is a training zone used to sink your ships/
Satellites equipped with death rays at the illumanti’s fingertips/
Mandatory brainwashing techniques used to baffle vets/
Coded messages with the withheld thirty letters of the alphabet/
Biparty electoral system to disguise true dictatorship/
Hitler alive and well and in charge of ‘Project Paperclip’/
Freemasons blast at the ozone layer with fatal contaminants/
Preparing the atmosphere for the coming of alien inhabitants/
Race of supermen nourished by Roswell’s special consumption/
Induction to secret society through extraterrestrial abduction/
Production of mass destruction is at the heart of industry/
Tracking devices in our teeth through the art of dentistry/
Nano technological implants inserted in our lymph nodes/
Knowing our position through twenty dollar bar strip codes/
Satan’s army convenes in a pentagram shaped Aryan facility/
West Nile used to test mosquitoes’ disease carrying ability/
Medical teams with tainted vaccines swirl death over a nation/
This elite squad of assassins is the World Health Organization/
Testing AIDS and Ebola viruses on unwitting third world subjects/
With unheard success, perfect murders with no unfurled suspects/
Don’t look at me like that! I’m not paranoid! Take heed I say!/
One out of ten emcees on this board really work for the C.I.A/
They’re all around us and their true intention’s malevolent/
Inspecting the internet searching for the dissenting element/
Video games aren’t irrelevant. Here evil is really resident/
Look how fast they silence me if I say ‘Kill the Pres..
Form:
"The Honey Masquerade in Delta"
Love and Lust
ignores
ALL
The Others dissolve
who cares, Lovers don't -
Lovers are in a world of their own
Lovers dance
through shadows
Love and Lust
play their own game
Unafraid, they play
Day into Night
Night into Day
Burning sweet like toffee
they play,
The Honey Masquerade
In a World of their Own
The Wheel of Fortune calls
Venus Spins
Freedom
Delta lies her land flat
triangle shaped
beckoning
Free,
but now
Honey Trapped
Apollo runs her like a River
Out to Sea
Love like a poem
sweet vibed and ripe
Lust like a bandit
challenges Love
and ignoring
ALL
Lust takes the shiny, juicy Apple
and temptingly whispers to Love …
"Come, take a bite."
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Behind The Wheel"/ Depeche Mode
https://youtu.be/cHpApC0oSCw
"His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...
only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.”
Anais Nin
“I prefer empty cages, Sabina,
until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.”
Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love
"One discovers that destiny can be diverted,
that one does not have to remain in bondage
to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities.
Once the deforming mirror has been smashed,
there is a possibility of wholeness.
There is a possibility of joy.”
Anais Nin
"Good things happen to those who hustle."
Anais Nin
“The one thing we can never get enough of is love.
And the one thing we never give enough of is love.”
Henry Miller
“Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel.
I live in perpetual expectancy.
You come and the time slips away in a dream.
It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence.
And then it is too late.
You numb me. [...]
This is a little drunken, Anaïs.
I am saying to myself,
"here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere."
Henry Miller
.... obviously, too much whiskey ....
"Delta of Venus"/ Anais Nin
if we live our lives, by the 4r rule
this world we just might save...and cool
when it has a triangle then put in
the great big yellow...lidded bin
first recycle paper, bottles and the can
a step towards saving us...human man
next refuse the humble plastic bag
instead place items inside your swag
now just use and use...and then reuse
if we don`t...in time we all will loose
your garden will grow...grow...grow
if into a compost vegie scraps will go
save the water from your washing machine
in summer it can keep lawns lush and green
packaging say no...it will led us to reduce
the one big change we all need to introduce
don't let the bright colours caress or seduce
be strong say no...don`t make any excuse
can't be seen in the same outfit twice
curb this thinking or we all pay one big price
over consuming is the one big mistake
our world now needs us to curb and abate
we need to use some of our common sense
or we`ll end up paying one great big expense
don't laugh...it`s not so funny
you might even save some money
if we don't rise to take a stand
this could be the end of human man
for many a drop makes an ocean
it`s such an old lost simple notion
do nothing, it`s all a con say the naysayer
if we listen we end up being one big payer
now is the time for all to do our little bit
our old ways we need to cease and omit
the point of no return is close at hand
so together as one we now must band