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"I never travel without my diary - One should have something sensational to read"
...Oscar Wilde, 1891
30 May 48: I graduated from high school today now thank God I'm free!
No more doggone homework, perplexing algebra or teachers bugging me!
7 Jul 48: Enlisted in the Air Force today! Good Lord! What have I done!
The sarge said, "Forget Mom, Dad and Susie Q! You're now mine, my son!"
21 Oct 48: Finished basic training today with about a hundred other guys.
I thought it'd be more like a Boy Scout Camp! Boy, was I in for a surprise!
15 Feb 49: Graduated tech school at Fort Warren and sent to the Bermuda Isles.
Quite a change for a country boy! Water, water everywhere for miles and miles!
12 Oct 52: Was married tonight at Perrin AFB with Vera as my beautiful bride!
She was very pert and calm, but diary, I was somewhat nervous I must confide!
23 Aug 54: Our family grew by one today! Leanna, a little girl, my fondest wish!
She was measured by a nurse holding her by the heels! Just like measuring a fish!
15 Aug 55: Boarded a crowded troopship in New York and set sail for Morocco.
Was beset with a bit of mal de mer since the ship was wallowing to and fro!
17 Oct 57: Our little 'arab' Leslie was born today near Casablanca! What a dolly!
She has a hearty set of lungs, but that's OK, she's a healthy little dude, by golly!
11 Jan 68: Son Mark was born at the Air Force Academy and seemed a healthy tot!
9 Apr 68: Alas, we buried Mark today at Evergreen. Boy, do we miss him a lot!
24 Jun 71: My family and I arrived in Tokyo, Japan, to begin our three-year tour!
Japanese is foreign! For "good morning" do I say, "ohio gazamus" or "bon jour?"
1 May 74: Chaplain Porter notified me that I had been promoted to Chief!
Happy day, dear diary! I've reached the highest rank! What a blessed relief!
1 Aug 78: I retired today at Offutt AFB, after 30 wonderful years of service!
After wearing the 'blue suit' all those years, wearing civvies makes me nervous!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 3 in Constance La France's "The Diary" Contest - April 2011
Ladies and gentlemen, laddies, lassies one and all
Water, water everywhere, be careful lest you fall.
Please take into account, we've found wet boards do shrink
and remind your children, this water's not to drink.
WHY, ye visitors to Snow Cave lake,
WHY for my job, you, your wat’ry fears forsake?
Tell me, fellow-creatures of geologic science
WHY in my presence, WHY try my patience?
Let's imagine we travel the shores of Gumee Gitchie
and pretend we're Wiahatha and Minnehehe
But alas! upon our banks, there is no naked maid.
Stay on the path, light-footed, if our lights should fade
Mine's to be the master spirit, your's to be the slave, don't sleep
Mine's to shape yourself obedient to the fuzzy words I speak
Flame and flood and stars and mountains from these primal waters seep.
Walking this path day in, day out, makes this young man weak.
All day I hear the noise of waters - above, below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing to and fro.
Are there any otter questions, are there any?
My hearing's shot, but answers I have plenty.
How old is Snow Storm Cave you may be wondering?
As old, I would guess, as lightning, thundering.
Where are the Snow Storms? If you see one let us know,
after guiding for two summers now, I think it's melted snow.
And now we cross the Jordan or is it the Red Sea?
On into Snow Storm Gift Shop where your money can flow free.
Please come back to visit us, whenever you've less to do
Watch your step, guard your purse, remember Waterloo.
A Guide's Speech, easily adaptable to larger groups, longer tours by adding more poetry selections on the subject of water in general although other subjects would likely work as well for the essentially deaf.
The pearl Indian Ocean,my soil,Sri Lanka a blessed with no less anything,so impressed .Flora and fauna wherever to see and smell,mountain ranges sitting like angels in the central adding beauty,the rivers turning like snakes in all directions spring from their mother mountain genes.
It rains in all monsoons sometimes fails.Here and there some reservoirs holding rain water to generate hydroelectric power.Rotating Sun all over the world in March summer marched down here in Sri Lanka burning the Lankan heads.Rain falls here in monsoons and fails sometimes even during monsoon.The Sun in thirst drinking the waters with its ray hands,holding in the reservoirs until they are running dry.Sudden power cuts imposed for want of rain to the dismay of people.
When it rains in monsoons water,water everywhere in liters everyone to drink.But in March summer not a glass to drink.Power cuts imposed hitting the pockets of masses and crunch state treasury is like insult to injury.
Failing is in human genes came from Adam in Paradise but God never fails.God gives enough water even all to swim for years.How can it happen to rain every moment everyone like? God has given the sixth sense instead to make use of it to decide what’s right and what’s wrong.Men for his foolishness fail in his decisions and pass the blame on God for no rain.If men is that wise he has to save rain water in a proper way to utilize it when there is no rain.
We have enough learned people here but these unlearned give no room for the learned knowing geography,the one much learned mathematics but the unlearned let the learned to watch their monkey dancing to the tune of ignorance.It’s like
Dogs bark not allowing cows to chew grass!
…Nothing Stays the Same…
Five billion years of age has our planet
And it has changed each and every year.
Atmospheres have enveloped the Earth
And three times…have disappeared.
…changes…!
First came Helium and Hydrogen
Then came Volcanic steam and Carbon Dioxide
Which lingered awhile and then condensed
Into rains that fell worldwide
…more changes…!
Oceans, oceans! Endless seas!
Water, water Everywhere!
H2O is all to see
There’s naught but water there
…Then changes cold and drear...
Two billion years ago came the cold…
With a world wide Winter Wrap
Advancing, retreating, meek, then bold
Slow motion, sub zero trap
…More changes still…
We are living now in a glacial recession
Which happens every twenty thousand years (or so)
But nothing will stop this Wintry progression
At the very best, perhaps it might slow
…And the changes will keep coming!...
For our planet is a living thing
A being that evolves and thrives
On silence and violence: It can grumble…it can sing
But it cares not (and knows not) of mere human lives
…A short list of ongoing changes…
At least one volcanic eruption every two weeks…
Millions of earthquakes that quake without stop…
Tsunamis every three months…
Eleven lightning bolts striking the Earth (every second!)
Tornadoes rampaging every six hours…
Giant Cyclones every four days…
…Can we truly change any of this?...
Not one iota!
All one can do is endure and abide
For when the Earth decides to change
…There’s no place to hide….
Disclaimer: Data liberally taken from Michael Crichton’s book ‘State Of Fear’
And (I hope) put in a semi-poetic form.
Place a hat on my head and see yourself drawing flowers not drowning in the
rain.
How would they have survived a beastly incident like that?
Water, water, everywhere, water and you had to get out only where were you
going?
Do we all brag and feel insecure?
I tire of the rain and the pain and the little blotchy spaces across my cheeks.
I call out for expulsion.
Communication is best for some of us, rather than for all of us
Whoops falling asleep at the keyboard and writing other nonsense to substitute
for
Insecurities of E, C, G, S, H, R, CC 2 @ getaknewlife.com
Folded papers with notes from well wishers.
Wake up to a dead mother and the waters rising.
Swelling under your arm, lump in your breast
Sore throat, hoarseness, trouble swallowing, fear and trepidation
Are you ready to move on?
How does one prepare?
Your phone is still adddddddddddddddddd
When he enters a room or comes in the house a shiver goes down my heart
Like an icy sliver of heart and I regret that we never got to see him like the others
But still he is your son and
How many faces do you leave in a jar-mcartney or lennon
Ice cold sparkling kitchen left nasty and ugly and contaminated.
Okay begin your security processes; begin your fake lamb chops and your
crackling bread and all your furious moments come into a better day and say
hello sunshine like
A bear and a boa constrictor
Construction worker
"Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink ~
Let's reform now hermit, for we're on the very brink"
~ quote by poet
On earth we dwell in the midst of many forms
but each soul is in truth living all alone,
carrying heavy burdens through turbid storms,
unable to share fears and desires homegrown,
whilst secretly seeking radical reforms
in happiness index despite toxins sown;
such is the strange paradox of our thinking,
resulting in swamps of apathy sinking.
The cause of our despondency is quite clear,
being simply a case of head over heart,
where self-centredness blocks God from drawing near
and although we may employ free will to start
shifting our consciousness and let His will steer
our life, adding thus joyfully love to cart,
we will continue to dwell in dark despair,
simply because our head and heart do not pair.
Upon choosing to give rather than receive,
our Father in heaven becomes pleased with us
and then our destiny He Himself does weave,
whereupon adversities do not nonplus
since cravings of lower mind cannot deceive
our vibrant, blissful soul aboard God's bliss bus;
with this understanding, let us now dissolve
deluded concepts to here and now evolve.
25-January-2023
Acquaintance and Neighborhood Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
In God's fertile earth the American farmer casts the seeds,
To grow the grain to meet the hungry world's needs.
From the good earth springs forth a bountiful cornucopia,
Of good things to feed the starving in places such as Ethiopia!
Oft I have pondered who discovered the essential element of fire.
Was it a cave person who witnessed the lightning setting a tree afire?
"Warm" thanks to the feller who burned his fingers to keep an ember alive!
Sans fire to warm our feet and broil our steaks, how would we survive?
We know not from whence cometh the wind nor whence it goeth!
But how we relish the soothing sound of a zephyr as 'mongst the trees it floweth!
In ages past, billowing winds drove sailing ships across the raging seas.
Today, wind power is so useful as other energy sources it doth ease!
Water, water everywhere but is it pure and safe to drink?
Mankind must save it from pollution, you would really think!
From the operation of the mighty Hoover Dam to a single glass of water,
'Tis necessary for our survival and we must conserve it - we really oughter!
We've squandered our precious rescources over the course of time.
Perhaps 'tis time to rethink the matter or our lives won't be worth a dime!
Entry for Barbara Gorelick's "The Four Elements" Contest
FRIENDS
5000 friends and not a drop of care.
Its like being stranded in the
middle of the ocean
with no water to digest-
Remember Water,water everywhere -
and not a drop to drink ?
Facebook is sea of friends,
and when you need one oh well...
Human nature kicks in...wrong
impression and misconception.
Just learn to be a friend-
all that's required is a little
communication without judging -
a listening ear and a sincere heart-
and the integrity to look
for nothing in return
.
Friends-friends everywhere- - -
but not a one to stop and think
Friends do not ask for,
or allude to asking
for personal loans,
or sex, on the internet.
5000 friends and not a drop of care...
For you few who are sincere-
There are more like you out there;
Don't lose faith in man-kind;
Still do not stay silent when you see
someone doing harm.
Watch the ones who tell you-
your attire is all wrong-
you get to the party and see
them flexing in the same one.
People on the internet are still people,
it's just you are not able to
smell them coming...( hahaha)
Use all the rest of your Five senses,
do not be frighten, just heighten
the the ones you have.
And by all means use
your spiritual powers-
-Ask for and use the
" Spirit of discernment"
On the subject of an unwanted water feature...
Water, water, everywhere
In rushing rivers down the wall
As loud as grand Niagara’s Fall
In to the Wobbly Bog
Pouring, pouring, endlessly
Insistent flow of running stream
Unwanted runnels carved through dream
Swelling the Wobbly Bog
Soaking, soaking, soggily
The puddle deep, the muddy ground
‘Tis said there was a postman found
Drowned in the Wobbly Bog
Dropping, dropping, gravity
Bleaching brick with scale of lime
On damp of wall the mark of time
Shadows the Wobbly Bog
Gushing, gushing, noisily
Unbalancing the Feng and Shui
No wind to dry the churning sea
Flooding the Wobbly Bog
Madness, madness, sanity
By white noise of incessant drip
Is sunken like a sodden ship
Wrecked in the Wobbly Bog
Misty, misty, spookily
By moonlight come the boggy sprites
With mischief and their tiny lights
Haunting the Wobbly Bog
Wishing, wishing, hopelessly
That some good knight with tool or sword
From Aster or the Water Board
Might conquer the Wobbly Bog
Watching, watching, grumpily
The paint that never dries; dismay
As Wiltshire waters pour away
In to the Wobbly Bog
by Gail
Lonely gazes glumly at the world that bustles by,
from the tinted windows of her heart,
where no one sees her cry.
"Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink..."
They're close in their proximity,
but not in how they think.
As God withholds His comfort, despite her many prayers,
she searches humankind in vain
to find a soul that cares.
She smiles for their comfort, and tells them she's alright,
concealing, with a stoic face,
her torment day and night.
She'd rather suffer loneliness than suffer as a fool:
The people she has dared to love
have proven false and cruel...
They sought from her compassion and the honesty they lacked,
and used the shards of broken trust
to stab her in the back.
(How quickly hope is kindled, and how painfully it dies!
--- with accusations, exploitation,
fickleness and lies.)
She smothers in her hiding place, but so it has to be,
for there is no kindred spirit
with whom she could be free.
A lonely ultimatum in a world where no one cares:
Be genuine in one's own world,
or make pretend in theirs.