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Ah! To be adrift upon the boundless sea sailing, sailing, sailing!
Alone with sea and pristine sky with southerly winds prevailing.
No particular destination in mind as upon the surging sea I plod,
Nor is there another soul in view as I quietly commune with God!
Ah! To be alone at night in the desert pondering, pondering, pondering!
I lie to refresh my weary bones after a day of vagabond wandering.
Savoring the soothing quietude with gentle zephyrs caressing my face,
Gazing heavenward as constellations wink at me from outer space!
Ah! To scale the highest mountain where even eagles dare not fly!
The precious solitude of it all! I can reach out and touch the sky!
Such divine inspiration it brings to this mere mortal's languid soul,
As God's Creation beyond is revealed for me to relish and extol!
Ah! To amble down a forest path when autumn leaves adorn the trees!
Gold and crimson leaves waft about me, stirred by an occasional breeze!
I'm awed by The Master Artist's handiwork no mere artist dare portray.
This priceless solitude and beauty I shall treasure forever and a day!
Ah! To lie 'neath a shade nigh a rippling stream and dream, dream, dream!
Watching vagabond clouds scudding across the sky is solitude supreme!
I suppose that there are many folks who prefer mingling with the multitude,
But I treasure time alone to dream, write and muse in peaceful solitude!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
how stately is this covered bridge
with a weathered and worn facade
a winding road that passes through
and a slow stream view as you promenade
now cracked and split with rusted bolts
the price of age to its sturdy beams
reflections on water to catch the eye
where two in love tossed pennies for their dreams
it stands in contrast to the Autumn leaves
a gray aged skin against colors bright
to haunt the memory of days gone by
when it was needed for time's respite
time will pass, this bridge will fall
pictures kept, remind of memories lost
as all things that have come before
through passing years, we'll measure the cost
8/18/17
contest Covered Bridge
I'm so happy I checked-out a recent e-mail from the Soup
By doing so, I was privileged to read some of Becca Teagan's
work, I know I may have gone over the top with my
little tribute, but I write what comes to me.
I never say this lightly ------"She's a MUST read"
You're far above that upper class
Unique among themselves
Most I view as Top Drawer Poets
But you my friend, Top Shelf
You're the bell of the ball
The cream of the crop
The tip of the tip
of the tipious top
The shine on the shoe
The stick in the tie
The ultimate answer
To that old question "Why?"
You're the crown on the Queen
The jewel of the Nile
You're Aces to me
Cause you write with such style
Don't shy when I say
You're the best of the best
I've strained all the soup
And I've read all the rest
You write like an Angel
With paper and pen
You know what to do
So, just do it again
A Shepherd tends to his sheep
watching over them to protect
His desire is to keep them all close
To see them all gather
from the call of His voice
He shall provide and lead them to water
so they shall not thirst
He shall lead them to green pastures
for their hunger is satisfied
The Shepherd is love and comfort
but yet so few will return the love
and seek for his guidance and knowledge
for they do not understand how all have gone astray
For they might see a few green plants
begin to bloom and wander off from the Herd
in search of trying to eat on their own
maybe a mud puddle in view as they run
to drink it before the others take notice
These sheep grow more confident in providing for themself
and wander further as each day passes
seeking from their own wisdom
while pushing down a corrupt path
causing confusion to escape their winding maze
The Shepherd continues to call
for the ones which have got lost
He longs to see them come out from the wild
His mercy and love forgives them of where they have been
while making a new creation
so they shall love and teach of their escape
Many sheep shall hear His voice and know this is Him
listening carefully to be lead back Home
To be thankful He never quit calling
and the desire to feel the Love and Comfort once felt
To rejoice in living in His Herd
You were the best magician in town they said
You made your audience gasp in awe and dread
You could saw a woman in two, in the news it read
You hypnotized with your hands instead
You were the sorcerer who played inner duality unsaid
You orchestrated and directed
I was shadowed in reactions and actions
The scene was set, my heart like drums began to beat
The audience now in for the final act, a treat
To saw a woman in two, was certainly no mean feat
You flashed your wand, of which you were so fond
An act of two began to roll, and there I lay down, swallowed by you whole
A bolt of lightening flashed, the audience saw me severed in two
Such a surrealistic view, as you took your bows for the final act
I was mesmerized by the magicians game who once more put me back again
You bent my gaze as you took center stage
I stood up the claps dying out, the prize of consolation no doubt
The magic that you spun, now the final act all done
I blinked and released your hold, backstage now, it seemed so cold!
The only magic I knew was the one that you stole!
A glazed view, as through a glass that magnifies
Between the granite banded with blue and umber
Cruel paths of glacier, ancient swords of hunger
Deeply carved a threshold one can hardly grasp
Each turn of compass, leaves a gasp
Forever brings our talking to a halt
Green rivers whipped to white by waterfalls
How gaunt the pines climb high upon the ridge
Itself, a place exempt from time
Justifies belief of Godly kind
Keeping watch above a valley floor
Looming monoliths of ancient lore
Morning bright of shimmering brooks that flow
Next brings winter breezing through the mind
Ours the privilege of beholding
Past and futures coming here together
Question not the overwhelming wonder
Relished eyes behold the truthful splendor
Saturates the heart and soul forever
That if one stands too long within such glory
Under white peaks and folklore stories
Varying degrees of speechlessness and thrill
With sun above, and human form so small
Xanadu is not of fiction, it is real
Yosemite, this place, this land of royal grace
Zenith, this land of majesty, my eyes and heart embrace
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Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's contest: "Do You Know Your A B C s?"
Dedicated to My Dad....Where he spend his childhood
I remember pausing on the round
of your upper-lip...thinking, surely
no round was ever so soft, so finely
appealing. Proceeding over the wing
like curves to edges, feeling as if
in flight, lingering on the lower –
a journey of tastes, and longing...and
then the parting, and divine probing...
Afterwards we laid back, admiring the
stars; each sparkle seeming diamonds
are indeed forever; each one counted
a thousand more burst into view, as
would a rocket glitter the night sky
at a fair...
We were young and knew everything
and nothing
Several days later our Four Wheel
Technology took you from me
Time stopping both our hearts....
Stoic, is my demeanor
Masculine through and through
I’m as tough as the tough guys come
More manly than all of you
Emotions are for sissies
My tears had never flown
Catastrophes, I greeted with smiles
Heartbreak I’d never shown
She was all of five years old
The sweetest child I’d ever seen
To be told that she is dying of cancer
Was a diagnosis too obscene
Forty years of pent up feelings
I had learned to keep inside
Putting up a manly façade
Not even knowing what I did hide
And then the door flew open
As wide as wide could be
The dam holding back my humanity
Broke down inside of me
I shaved my head to be like her
I held her little hand
I would cry and laugh and giggle with her
Every moment that I can
Being a man doesn’t mean pretending
That your heart cannot be touched
It means being there to share your love
Helping others when life gets rough
It took a five year old, little girl
To really show me how to be a man
The courage she had to fight her fight
Proved her to be tougher than I am
I no longer hold back tears
I say, “I love you” all the time
Showing the world exactly what I feel
I no longer view as a hideous crime
I wept at her funeral
And, I’ve cried every night since
That door remains wide open
A tough guy’s recompense
I rose up from my bed today.
I’ve seen a thousand moons.
A vision filled my mind and heart,
like thousands of balloons.
The rubber globes are memories,
each holding precious dreams.
Some make me smile. Some make me frown
The view as bright sunbeams.
I feel a chill while dreaming there.
All life is memory.
Since living lo these many years,
this vision, now I see.
I cannot change my dreams or times.
They float eternally.
I only know, I learned today.
All life is memory.
The air within my lungs just now
is all the gift I own.
My life will change when I exhale.
This moment will have flown.
While contemplating all I am.
One visual I see.
I cannot change a single thing.
All life is memory.
It seemed like nature had concocted a singular miracle
As I sat on the wooden bench looking in towards the woodland.
A red maple tree stood tall surrounded by eucalyptus trees
While down below grew the yellow protea and acacia scrubland.
Sun filtered in between the green and red coloured full growing trees
Sending bright rays of light upon the lotus decorated lake,
Dragonflies flitted over flowers, as cicadas sang their song,
As a light south breeze ruffled the surface, what melodies they make.
Thus I sat amazed at the scenery so magical and bright,
Admiring all beauty God's creation that no man can design.
Meantime my daughter sat quietly next to me, mobile in hand,
Tapping messages away, heedless of the view as I did pine.