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An evil warlock changed my vicissitudes on this horrible mean day.
It only took seconds, but he took all my power and confidence away.
I went from a woman to a purple dragon with red stripes you see.
He was in cahoots with an ogre who has always hated little ole me.
They transmuted me with abnormally joyful anticipation and jubilation.
I heard them cackling like old hen women, in fantastical celebration.
I was angry as hops, ready to do whatever damage I could do.
But they also gave me a loving heart, before they were through.
No matter how mean they were, I had to smile and be nice.
It was not easy for me to hate them, or fill my heart with ice.
I can do it Trixie yelled, ready to be whoever I wanted her to be.
She said we should throw the word vicissitudes back to Tennessee.
So Hank, this poem is for you, since you gave me that word.
I have written this poem twice, which was insanely absurd.
But the first time it disappeared from my computer, making me mad.
But thanks to this metamorphosis, I can neither get even or bad.
What a splendid vista is displayed when a new dawning is begun!
No mortal artist could create a canvas as magnificent as the setting sun!
Mere poets can never express in their most flowing verse the beauty thereof!
But of these, there is nothing, absolutely nothing more beautiful than love!
Love glowed in their hearts when they were united as man and wife.
Romance was very much alive as they celebrated 50 years of wedded life!
They weathered the vicissitudes of life with beams of Love from Above.
Ah! There is nothing, absolutely nothing more beautiful than love!
What overwhelming love warmed your soul as you held your newborn child!
Tears of happiness welled in your eyes as it peered at you and sweetly smiled!
That precious and helpless little gift from God - you felt so undeserving of!
The thrill of it! The very thrill of it! There's nothing more beautiful than love!
There is nothing that binds like love for comrades marching into battle,
To face the stench of war, the roaring cannon and the muskets' rattle!
They press on caring only for their buddies, facing perils undreamed of,
Forfeiting life that others might live free - now that is unconditional love!
'Tis love when a father donates a kidney that his little son might live.
'Tis love when foes find it in their hearts to forget and forgive.
Love for one another is what this troubled world is more in need of.
There is nothing, absolutely nothing at all more beautiful than love!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Early This Morning,
I observed a little black and white bird perched on a dry tree limb,
Without a care, without sentiment, nonchalant as ever.
Was it a he or she I could not tell, But He/She was very relaxed and unafraid,
Exhibiting the Emotion of sweet Happiness; And also one of of Pristine Peace, Peacefulness, Peaceableness, that transcended throughout my tender and welcoming Heart and Soul at that tender and welcoming moment.
And That Happiness transmitted to me like an electric wave.
I felt an electricity so strong that I felt like passing it onto someone else.
I felt the strongest inspiration, AND irresistible Urge and Motivation to pen this poem.
And Then out of the Bule all of sudden, It Started Chirping.
The Sweetest Music to my ear.
Like a beauteous and harmonious trumpet in A-Minor, or a resonating Orchestra,
That had me so soo Spellbound.
Who says we cannot learn from a Bird?
Here's proof, that's a falsity...a fib...an empty fallacy or farce.
When One Can so deeply appreciate a scene like this,
There is Beauty in the Day.
And these simple little observations and appreciations help us to survive well,
the inclement vicissitudes of this lovely but unfair life.
Blessings like these take away the stresses.
And for these small mercies we should be forever grateful.
Much better to spend a little time appreciating the good of this world,
Than to be locked in some frivolous overzealous and unnecessary fruitless, useless
And Pointless Argument with some moron.
Or repeatedly murmuring and grumbling miserably in utter misery about something gone awry.
Not realising that miserableness and negativity and stressing are catching like coughing and yawning, Just as Positivity and Happiness are.
Ample vicissitudes we both had faced
after the blood-curdling shipwreck while on voyage
trapped in a warren, dreams sailed in a haze
my young master bravely tamed me for his advantage
I became his bosom friend, worth not to put back in a cage.
Young master, what a strong faith you had!
despite the danger you didn’t give up
you had the power, a gift unparalleled to any other lad
to commiserate a beast was not your mishap
nature’s realm was exalted by your heart to the top.
While the wave-tracks lead to uncertainties,
life-boat drifted along the sea in misery
you felt at ease with me despite your difficulties
as fishes miraculously abounded, I fed myself happily
believing that you were the best angler who did all things for me.
I hummed a song in a long journey of anguish
on our way awaited all the scorching hassles
the gale of storm flogged once more its piece
mysterious island beckoned with its ostentatious obstacles
but, your courage and prayers walked over all troubles
finally, I found my lair through your ardent struggles.
August 12, 2013 6.30pm
©2013by Leonora Galinta
Second Place
Contest: any poem goes
Judged: 12/30/2013
Sponsor: Poet Linda PD
Enshrouded in mystery are the ways of man,
Unknown to him are his erring ways,
Unravelled to him are his faltering steps,
He is on a journey whose end is not in view,
He is in a business whose
pitfalls he knows not all,
He just keeps his optimist antenna high,
He is entangled to one,
He is on a journey with one,
The vicissitudes and
misplaced pieces they can't see,
We're given keys to unlock doors,
We only have an unclear
view of what lies behind,
We enquire,
We soul search,
Only a part is revealed to us,
Only a fragment we see,
His light halos us,
Like a searchlight,
It goes ahead of us a few distances,
Revealing to us only what He intends,
Leaving the rest for us to decipher,
Why this is,
None can tell,
We only walk hopefully in His light.
March 13, 2022
Spring’s last whiff
wafted delightfully
through my parents
bedroom window
where I swung myself
at that time
after a distressing storm
scenting of newness
light as angel hair
stroking my nose
arousing a sublime
serendipity
Maybe that’s when
poetry flowed
from the brood
or possibly
the years of injury
from a cracked
first wedding
or missing my dad
early on
just as I lacked him most
who grasps
Though I believe
poetry came from
a beauteous strange
amalgamation
of life’s vicissitudes
churning emotions &
propelling them into words
alike now
as I gaze out
over snow-covered fields
gently rolling under
powder blue sky
while a couple of sparrows
chirp happily
assuring all
spring is nearly absconding from
the meadow
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: June 18, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Lord! Why me? I try to live a life free of disorder,
Yet I'm forever greeted by signs reading "Out Of Order!"
Invariably, when I'm confronted with some dire emergency,
I'm faced with that leering sign adding to my urgency!
The interstate sign read, "Rest Area 20 Miles Ahead."
No stopping at the service station - we'll use the rest stop instead.
Ah! At last pleasant relief! We arrive at that convenient station!
Alas, a sign read, "Out Of Order" adding to my frustration!
On the interstate again I experienced mechanical trouble.
Nearby was an emergency phone - I'll get help on the double!
All I could do was stare and gnash my teeth in disbelief!
The dad-gum sign read, "Out Of Order" adding to my grief!
I rose to exercise the freedom of speech that we hold so dear,
To address the City Council and gain their collective ear.
The chairperson said, "You're out of order! Go take your seat!"
The vile thoughts that raced through my mind I dare not repeat!
I've found "Out Of Order" signs on ATMs, military latrines,
Gas pumps, water fountains, coke and slot machines.
Why is it that "Out Of Order" signs are so very rife?
I reckon it's just another one of those vexing vicissitudes of life!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
This grim February, away from Africa,
where this beauty offends no one,
where no preference for safety,
Far away from Love,
I heard the echoes of war,
unfriendly torrents rippling the air,
ambition suspended,
in the middle of nowhere,
mundane things now ephemeral
was there money in the Bank?
The vicissitudes of life,
I joined the speedy flight for safety,
amidst countless confused faces
hurrying to the Polish pole,
Wearied through the wintry nights
hungered, frightened and pale.
seeking kindness in the gloom
At the Border, fleeing to safety from war,
They Pierce me without a sword,
they cut so deep through the pains of bygone years.
“You are not welcome here.”
My Offence,
I am African.
In the autumn of my life I peer back through the misty past,
Recalling the many "if onlys" that at my feet were cast.
"If only" I had done this or had not done that, I reminisce,
Some things might have gone smoother, others perhaps amiss.
"If only" I'd been an earnest pupil, would I have been further ahead?
Alas, I chose to daydream and just eke by instead!
"If only" I had opted for a career other than that I chose,
Would my life have been more meaningful to others - who knows!
"If only" I had been more considerate of others along life's way.
"If only" I had shown more love and compassion each passing day.
I was blessed with wonderful parents ordained by God above.
"If only" I had expressed to them more often my endearing love.
"If only" I'd bought that vacant land where a shopping mall now stands,
My spouse and I could have retired to one of those tropical strands!
"If only" I had invested in that "hot" stock many years ago,
I could fish and play golf every day and watch it steadily grow!
"If only", two little words spoken, alas, often to late!
"If only! If only!" I muse, what would have been my fate?
Had I taken different paths along life's precarious bourne,
Would the vicissitudes of life been less onerous for me to have borne?
Entry for Silent One's "Response To If" Contest
When I face utter discouragement and deep despair,
I know that when I appeal to God in thankful prayer,
He'll set aside some time to hear my fervent plea,
Because I think He is rather fond of even me!
When seemingly with life's challenges I cannot cope,
And my precarious path is fraught with forlorn hope,
I know that His love and compassion will set me free,
Because I think He is rather fond of even me!
When facing critical crossroads on my earthly quest,
His guidance will determine what for me is best.
He'll never forsake me or leave me at sea,
Because I think He is rather fond of even me!
Tho' my shameful transgressions are so very rife,
He is a forgiving God who promises eternal life.
He welcomes me at His throne, unworthy tho' I be,
Because I think He is rather fond of even me!
Tho' life's vicissitudes are at times hard to bear,
He is always at my side with His love and care.
His endless faithfulness hath wrought my destiny,
Because I think He is rather fond of even me!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)