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I was reminiscing the other day about people I've known o'er the years,
And found it strange that their names corresponded with their careers.
For instance, Joseph Carpenter was handy with hammer, nails and saw.
Clyde Barrister, famed ambulance chaser, successfully practiced law!
Art Paynter, dabbled in pornographic oils and is now confined in prison.
My dentist, Whitey Capps, takes care of my choppers as if they were his'n.
A neighbor, Semmi Riggs, is a long-haul trucker and is on the road a lot.
He married a classmate of mine, Tipsy Toper, renowned as the village sot!
An old army buddy, Hank Roper, is a cowpoke and rides the rodeo scene.
An old girl friend of mine, Freda Flick, is now starring on the silver screen.
The town ne'er-do-well, Don Heller, got religion and became a preacher.
His brother Bob (known as stuttering Bob) became an English teacher!
Willie Wrench turned out to be one of the finest Buick mechanics around,
And his wife Lila (nee Leak) is a plumber and none better is to be found.
Cyrus Cloud is working for the National Weather Service as a meteorologist,
And I hear that Buddy Butts has a thriving practice as a famed proctologist!
Frenchie Horne has his own band and I see him on the boob tube now and again.
An old pal, Gilbert Graves, is the village undertaker located at Fifth and Main.
Was it intentional or fickle fate that wedded these names to their vocation?
I reckon in a sense 'twas both due to a struggling bard's wild imagination!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
The hole- so wide and lonely,
Is so unjustifiably small,
I imagine her decay slowly...
The crowd weeps at the door,
But I must not cry-
I am the undertaker.
The service- monotone,
The crowds grieving groans,
The shovel makes my hands ache,
But my heart must not break-
For I am the undertaker.
The rain falls,
And living is a chore,
Meaningless words emerge,
As unknown faces converge,
The many condolences I take,
And the consolidation I must fake-
Because I am the undertaker.
The coffin is lowered,
Dull Petals drifting …
But I must not lose my gripping-
I am the undertaker.
The clouds are gray,
The grass yellow,
My mask cannot stay,
And my tears are mellow,
Because I am the undertaker-
My mothers undertaker.
Where is Ketchna?
It is in orbit around some mother
Pass the ketchup please
In Ketchna
In Ketchna they hang their socks in chimneys
Waiting for them to turn white
A satanic hex will cost you more in Winter
The local gypsy witch has itchy fingers
She steals socks and little children
Frost grows on her pointed nose
The letter B is interchangeable with W
But a witch is still a witch in Ketchna
A noose swings her by the neck
For hanging around doing nothing
Girls in the village ride ponies into church
Some pronounce their vows without sound
They are not there to say prayers
You can count on that before the rosaries
Sheep are not allowed to form crowds
Leave that to the undertaker
Animals must wipe their feet before leaving
According to the mat on the floor ordinance
Ketchna has outhouses with corn
Horns come as a warning of boredom
Use rubber gloves as you enter
You will never be bored before you are born
It makes perfect sense to bring paper
When The Lord God Almighty takes his "Holy Spirit Out Of You Or Me "We Will Surely Die In The Flesh For Certain! The Spirit Of "The Living God is The Only thing that keeps any living thing "{ALIVE}!!!!!!!! You and us who are alive will go to heaven,hell,or purgatory for real! The Lord God Almighty gives life and he takes it away every night and every day! Jesus Christ "The Only Begotten Son Of "The "Only Living God" will "Judge All Religions"; We will be judged to eternal life or to "Purgatory" or to Hell and eternal damination! This is the real situation for all of the entire world in "Every Nation"! Jesus Christ told every preacher where he is going..............Jesus Christ said........."I Go To "The Father Who Is Greater Than I ! The Father is "The Lord Of Lords and The King Of Kings! "The Creator of "Jesus Christ who is Lord and savior,an "Jesus Christ" has never said that he is "God"! Jesus Christ is who "The Holy Bible Says he is;'The "Only Begotten Son Of "The "Only Living God"!The Lord is God ,and Plasms 100 says it clearly!Whoo to the ones who striveth with their creator and maker ,because he "The Lord God Almighty "is our life giver,and life taker ,and undertaker,and "Hell awakener",and Heven awakener,and "Purgatory deliverer until we meet "Jesus Christ" who will deliver all to eternal life in heaven,or deliver those who are evil to their eternal damination in hell! Love does not reason.Love only loves.That is why I can trust "Myself" to love If Love stopped to reason,"Love would not be love. Can I tell you or anyone why I Love? Here is the reason; It is sad to love and be unloved;God goes through that pain; "But sadder still is to be "Unable to Love"!My God is a "Happy God " because he is still "Able To Love",a sinner like me who still loves him! We never know how much we love until we try to not love!
There came a mysterious insight
Where most would never see
The way she ventured to explain
Her memories to have and keep
There came a mysterious insight
The floor that led to no where it seems
Where people go to never leave
Except when a undertaker gives peace
There came a mysterious insight
Where there is no one to console
And every man feels sure he’s lost
The heart of his own dancing soul
There came a mysterious insight
The one that leads to nothing more
Than a mere mistake in awakening
Comforts which come with grace
There came a mysterious insight
Where intimacy quiets the spirit
And candlelight muses are aware
There is truth beyond their conscious
There came a mysterious insight
The place where wars break out
And brothers turn on brothers, fighting
For something other than hurt egos
There came a mysterious insight
Where gentle waves of compassion sing
To those who share the blessings there
Amid a forest of sweet dreams and ideas
There came a mysterious insight
The floor that leads to no where really
There came the answers to prayers
For serenity that flows down from heaven
There came a mysterious insight
Where there are echoes of truths abiding
Creating promises of love forevermore
Praising God for His unending love
There came a mysterious insight
The place where intimacy came alive
Awakening faith that would free souls
From the nothingness of lost hope
There came a mysterious insight
Where gentle thoughts embraced souls
With trembling passions of inspiration
To be, believe, create and find peace
There came a mysterious insight
Brothers and sisters and mothers and sons
All came together to shine in the sun
Beneath God’s touch of unconditional love
Brian Strand's Completely New number 9
Posted on September 15, 2020
I’m really scared this time Not sure if I’ll make it
Will my wife and the kids Be able to take it
Am I ready to go And meet my Maker?
Or will I go instead And meet the Undertaker?
Did I sin too far? Did I run a ground?
Will I be innocent? Or guilty found?
Questions unanswered Did I truly repent?
Did I fake the funk? Was this life well spent?
Where is my faith? Where is my rock?
Are my cries answered? Are they being blocked?
Am I like David? With a covetous heart?
Am I like Abraham? A liar from the start?
Can I be forgiven? Can I be freed?
Can I live this life? Crucified and in need?
I am not strong No I am so weak
But it is you Lord The one that I seek.
This one last time And this one final prayer
Please forgive my wrongs And don't leave me there
That place set aside For those who forgot
That place full of torment And where worms eat the rot
Breathe life back in me In the bones you have crushed
Hurry to my help Quickly! Do it in a rush!
You know my mind And my thoughts are clear
I can fake others But it's you that I fear
In my soul this moment Anxious and afflicted
Will I make it this time Or in dust be convicted
Forgive me Lord against You I have sinned
Forgive me Lord I’m at my wits end
All I can think with my Head between my legs
And ask for your pardon God please hear me beg
Please remember your Patience and love
Please remove my guilt And finish what you begun
Help me God in my Great distress
Give me another chance God I'll keep my promise
I'll be good this time This time's for real
I will repent of My sin Ill will have more zeal
In the saloon gambler Milton, rose from his leather chair to speak
And said we need to make changes for the good of Soup Creek
He read all the meaningful proposals to the townsfolk out loud
And those meaningful proposals were well received by the crowd.
A stranger sat in the corner looked like he'd just got outta bed
Stood up and disagreed with everything Milton had said
He'd totally misunderstood Milton's honourable intention
The situation became tense and you could feel the tension.
There was an icy deadly silence then over by the far corner
Stood saloon girl Jenna looking mean, and cradling a Winchester
There was a mad stampede, as folks tried to get out the door
The stranger carried on ranting and at gambler Milton he swore.
Someone had alerted Sheriff Koplin and he was soon on his way
Then entered the saloon approaching the stranger, and had this to say
"Soup Creek is a very peaceful town and we aim to keep it that way
And if you don't like how we run things then you'd best be on your way"
Then from the back door of the saloon, entered four other deputies
Dave the Texas ranger, saloon girl Tania and the blacksmith called Rees
Undertaker Tom needed business, he was hoping the stranger they'd kill
And then headed off with a pick and shovel, to his office at Boot Hill.
The stranger was outnumbered and knew he wouldn't win
And handed the Sheriff his gun who said "I'm taking you in"
The Sheriff at gunpoint walked the stranger over to the jail
And told him" I'm locking you up and don't think about bail"
Meanwhile Tom up at Boot Hill was sweating digging a grave
Then heard someone hollering it was the Texas ranger Dave
Tom looked up and Dave told him "you won't be needed today
But Sheriff Koplin is generous and you'll still get your days pay"
"Gambler Milton is in the saloon later and he's holding a big party"
Tom threw his shovel in the grave and said "sounds good to me "
They both mounted their horses and then headed back to town
And they arrived back in Soup Creek as the sun was going down.
Written 16th August 2022
I attended the funeral of an acquaintance the other day.
Not my preference for pastimes I hasten to say!
But I felt to him my final respects I should pay,
And view his corporeal remains and help send him away!
I thought I knew the feller fairly well,
But as various ones eulogized over that empty shell,
I was at a loss as to who they were talking about.
The dude I knew stretched out there wasn't all that devout!
The preacher talked about him usually sitting in the front pew.
Where he got that information I really have no clue,
For Sunday morns found him and me on the golf course,
And his parlance on the greens was quite lewd and coarse!
Another guy got up there and had the fortitude to say,
How he supported his family and was frugal with his pay.
I fear that scoundrel was a bit too frugal with his bucks,
For when he broke this earthly plane, he owed me thirty-five bucks!
Mourners viewed the corpus marveling at what the mortician did,
Before the undertaker closed and screwed down the lid.
As the hearse whisked him away to his eternal rest,
I gave him the benefit of the doubt - the feller tried his best!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Your kids are here in Becker Park
as the sun is going down,
with cash stuffed in their pockets,
the candy man's in town.
There are drugs to buy in Becker Park,
a pill for every need.
There's coke and crank for connoisseurs,
and always lots of weed.
He sells dreams in Becker Park
for nickels and for dimes,
the kids show up at sundown
to see what they can find.
The ones who come to Becker Park
live life without a clue,
ignorant of the ways of drugs
and what an overdose can do.
They live their lives in Becker Park,
the writing's on the wall,
but they never get much wiser
till the undertaker calls.
My boy went down to Becker Park,
this sadly I confide.
I never will forget the night
they told me that he died.
But they still come to Becker Park
when the candy man is there,
he may lose a kid or two
but hell, he doesn't care.
Someday I'll go to Becker Park
as the sun is going down,
and when I've found the candy man
I'll put him in the ground.
Went to see my barber
Asked what style it is I'd like
Chicago Boxcar in the front
Boston in the back
Looked at me rather strangely
Got his shears from out the back
Shaved my head down to the bone
Said that's the end of that
Went to see my dentist
For the ache that's in my mouth
The reason for my visit
To see what it's all about
Told me he knew the problem
Got his pliers from out the back
Pulled all my teeth from out my head
Said that's the end of that
Went to see my doctor
About this tightening in my chest
Take two aspirin call me later
Go home and get some rest
Asked if that's the best advice
That it is he has
Got another opinion from out the back
Said that's the end of that
Went to see the undertaker
Got there D.O.A.
With the shape I was in
Nothing he could say
Got his favorite rake and shovel
From the shed out in the back
Buried me six feet deep
Said that's the end of that