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WATER LOO
Water water everywhere*
and oh how it did stink
water water everywhere
and all my undies pink
alone amid the rising tide
of baby toys and diapers
I stand in brownish bubbling surf
wondering which is riper
my mutinous crew has left the ship
fleeing from the putrid stench
I’ve also been abandoned by
my “ever-faithful” wench.
Alas as Captain I must endure
consequences of this blunder
hold my nose as I await
my rescue by - the plumber.
John G. Lawless
3/30/2016
My apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge for stealing this line from his poem
“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”
"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
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 3 in Constance La France's "The Diary" Contest - April 2011
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"
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.
"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
A glass of water
He got up late and thought of coffee,
he had to drink it in black
Forgot to buy milk yesterday because it was raining
which is good news, hotels in the Algarve, tourists can shower every
Water, water everywhere, most of it in undrinkable
he spent years at sea on ships of ennui and boredom
except when his ship birthed and a life of adventures
that lasted all too short.
with a glass of water in his hand, looks out of
of the bedroom window, and there, a bite further along
is the glittering sea, as he knows how vengeful and irate
the ocean can be he senses no nostalgia.
85 years old, the past, is in shadow land remembered
when needed the know is a glass of water in hand
the future, although short, holds no fear of an ending
Heaven is a vast open space.
Still, deep in himself, he senses a loss,
there will not be
another him, childless, he has walked through life
with a glass of drinking water in his hand, he thinks this
not of great importance, but the thought lingers
Water, water everywhere! What a spectacular view!
The Master's Hand steers our course as we sail the ocean blue!
Though the billowing waves may toss our man o' war about,
The Master Pilot will keep us safe, of that I have no doubt!
I like to think that the playful dolphins leaping about our bow,
Were trained by The Master Navigator to guide our course somehow!
We've sailed the ocean blue seven months visiting mysterious ports of call,
Savoring The Master Creator's handiwork from Trinidad to Senegal!
Our rigging has been rent in battle midst furious shot and shell,
But our Master Captain's leadership has led us through so very well!
When standing midnight watch on moonlit nights upon the ocean blue,
I'm comforted knowing that The Master Guardian is watching over you!
My supplication to The Master of the Cosmos who directs all from above,
Is that one joyful day I'll hold you in my arms forever more, my love!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 in Francine Roberts' "Blue on blue on blue" Contest - Jul 2011
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!
Friend Friends Everywhere
5000 friends and not a drop of care.
It's like being stranded in the middle of the ocean with no water to digest-
Remember "Water Water everywhere -
pEOPLE pEOPLE Everywhere
I ADMIRE YOUR ATTIRE
Behind that profile pic.
NOT TOO BLIND TO see someone
DRINK
DROPS OF BLOOD.
FROM YOUR PRICKED FINGER.
Clean bill of health.
Can’t taste that yummy meal you display
or believe that imagery
Humans make oceans of people
Stranded yet watchful
Ears, eyes of little use;
NOSE of no use
when sailing in friendships
A SEA OF FRIENDS
“who is really who”
Stranded on Facebook island
I watch
With discernment
Salty people
Unknown to the nose
Can’t smell you, to tell if you.’
oh well...
Discernment is the spirit I use:
Oceans and seas of salty
Facebook friends
And not a drop to drink.