Long Weather(a) Poems
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The squirrel who played like a kitten is dead
found her stiff and rigid body where she used to tread,
on the ground by the pond she lay still and silenced
only the furry tail still waved in the wind's defiance.
Looking up into the tall hundred year oak
were few remains of the nested drey she cloaked
for her refuge and hiding place once safe
still there, clung leaves gathered moss on the edge of escape.
The sudden change in weather, a north west wind that came
dropping 30 degrees in just a few hours with cold rain
swept in later in the night with a racing wind and snow
that slid thru the trees and flung her here to earth below.
This small creature once elaborating chatter and play
slipped quick and quietly away
unseen and missed by those around
she has final resting peace found.
I looked at my watch and it was quarter to three.
you were on your back where you wanted to be,
I had to wake you from your dreams, game changer,
there was Tonto but you settled for the Lone Ranger.
I looked at my watch and it was quarter to four,
you were dressed and heading towards the door,
I had to weather a storm, one which you might empower,
there was a slam and I was left in my ivory tower.
I looked at my watch and it was quarter to five,
you came back and like Daley, my spirits took a dive,
I had to admit that I didnt love you as often as I should,
there was a 'buck - up' needed, otherwise someone else would.
Time stood still, your hands went neither forward nor back,
you wound me up - reminded me of all the things I lack.
How I look forward to October the thirty-first each year!
Though the autumn be chilly and the weather a bit drear,
I have the pleasure of meeting strange little imps by the score,
As they visit, lisping "twick or tweat" at my front door!
The door bell rings constantly it seems as I leap to me feet,
Wondering about the wierd characters that I shall meet!
Will it be a devil or an angel or a frightful ghost?
Whoever it might be, I must be a generous host!
Hordes of fairies, cowboys and Indians grace my stoop,
Along with sheriffs, desperados and soldiers by the troop!
Ferocious pirates, scary skeletons and dreadful witches,
Leer and grin at me, nearly scaring me out of my britches!
Standing regally is a king and queen, each wearing a crown,
Along with their court jester, a gaudily bedecked clown!
There's a sweet little princess decked out in ribbons and lace,
Smiling demurely with cute dimples on her pretty face!
A little secret with which those little monsters I'll never share,
But I'll clue you in on my own little Halloween trick if I dare -
I dole out bubblegum, candy corn and stuff I don't care for much,
But keep the Snickers bars, Babe Ruths, Hershey Kisses and such!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Is God good, and all loving – Yes!
Did God create a world, where, in
order to survive, the lion must
tear apart the lamb – or, subject
to the weather, a child, by a tornado
is torn from his mother's arms, lifted
away never to be seen again – Think!
We are co-creators. What do you want
for your children? Do you want them
to be as good as you? To have as much
as you? Of course not! You want them to
be better, and have far more abundance.
There will be no
paradise for us in heaven, until we
make of this earth an eternal, blessed
kingdom – Free Will has far less to
do with making choices...and far more
to do, with the power to will into creation,
both good and evil – may we choose together
wisely. For we are one in the Body of God.
Somewhere on the ocean waves in the year of sixty six
The ocean wind and rain joined forces, a deadly dangerous mix
We were on our way from the Mediterranean, where we were deployed
Amphibious operations and some ports that we enjoyed
It was mid July, the sea was calm on a warm and sunny morning
We were heading into inclement weather, a violent hurricane warning
Later that day the seas picked up much higher than the norm
Word was passed that we were heading into the eye of the storm
We sailed against the wind fighting hard to stay on course
We had never before encountered a storm with such driving force
Waves the size of mountains came crashing across the bow
Dorothy was magnificent, queen of the seas for now
She never moved toward the mainland and had a very short history
She moved northward in the Atlantic and finally died at sea
We returned to Norfolk where our journey had begun
Check the superstructure and assess the damage that was done
Dorothy was a nightmare the way she howled and screamed
Dorothy was more beautiful than anything we dreamed
Sometimes I look out over the ocean thinking way back then
And Dorothy in her Glory, I’d love to see her once again.
Hurricane Dorothy in 1966 was a short lived hurricane
that died out in the North Atlantic never reaching the mainland.
I was at sea in the eye of the storm. Awesome.
This last day of February two thousand nineteen
Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
unlikely to be inundated with heavy snowy scene
methinks buds will burst early issuing royal green
carpeting landscape, sans expert architects queen
"Mother Nature" commences to baptize spilling
purity, sans cerulean bajillion year celestial tureen
while refulgent solar beams massage tender shoots
thawing frozen earth, where frigid cold icy sheen
hermetically sealed, asper horizontal frozen wall,
when skaters waltzed stealing lovers kisses unseen
soon melted pools of water all a buzz with feeding
Gabriel trumpeting "NON FAKE" arrival herculean
powers unleashed since time immemorial worship,
and/or sacrifices made to deities of webbed skein
viz, animal and/or plant wide world rejoicing when
harvest yielded cornucopia primitive, yet overkeen
superstitious scattered bands of hominids plentitude
linkedin to sugar daddy's favorite colored jellybean
benediction rituals also included pagan dispensing
prayers believing obeisance necessitated cyclopean
appeasement lest death and destruction would rain
purple pearl drop monsoon, traced to angry spirits
subsequently drowning helpless prehistoric hygiene
cleansed *****sapiens ancestors possessing gene
and chromosomes latent within dormant flora lean
fauna coming alive with the scent of fragrant bouquet
while the hills burst with creativity healthy panacean
liberating tentative "cabin fever" wrought by polar
vortex, the spell of warm weather, a respite sunscreen
applied to ward off deadly ultraviolet solar radiations
something in magnitude bajillion extinctions obscene
spate of lost species as seasons greetings witness hot
untenable global warming affecting every calm serene
nook and cranny incumbent to relish approximately
twelve weeks of cold temperatures sipping my ovaltine
recollected from boyhood, when snowfall covered roofs
tops inconveniencing Rudolph, and his deer friends a teen
nee bit, and school cancellation required state requirement
resulting summer vacation shelving reading Pygmalion
for Shaw!
Great is each new day called life
Reaching out and doing all that is
necessary for each to enjoy living, not
Selfishly hoarding all good that's about
Sharing the blessings instead of waiting
Until a direct hit from a severe storm, for
We should give a little each day,the
blessings we will receive help weather a storm
Awesome each day's sunrise, time to
anticipitate each hour that will pass
Linger in the sunlight with its
rays dancing and sparkling about
We all need to begin today learning
To spend some time each day to
jump for joy, relax in the sun, to dance
In the sunlight or rain, in
good times and bad for the
storms do come and bring pouring rain
In times like this it’s pertinent to stroke the longest cord
for hummer is impertinent and seldom brings discord.
Each slippery politician who runs yelling, “Come on Board!”
is asking for some hummer from constituents lapboards.
He wants them on their knees paying, for taxing fills his hoard
Just a little hummer raises bundles and gets Johnny Boys accord.
And, if you think it just ain’t right to make a joke of Nancy*
then let me tell you baby, your hummers just not fancy!
Hell, you have to laugh at what they say, and their fancy stroking
for if you took them seriously, even Heimlich would be choking!
So, just remember next time your party yells "Come on Board!"
that if you do, you must expect the meaning is untoward.
*Nancy / Nancy boy - It is the opposite of being hard.
In cold weather a nancy boy would dress up in a coat,
hat, gloves and scarf and a hard guy would wear a t-shirt.
*hummer a slang word for a type of sex
** humour/hummer it's a play on words
it seemed right
at times it caused
others to seem
as they were
right in wrong places
or wrong in right places.
what ever it was or is
whatever it could have been
they acted as they were characters
in the drama of our togetherness
some acted as if our togetherness
was essential to their happiness
and well- being, these times
are spent separating
those some found less favorably or
unattractive
or they had positioned their
selves against for reasons
that are dictated thru religious policies
policies that determine
weather a person marries or not
within his or her faith.
lesser appreciated from the charms of
others
that they might be made into Satan's.
How much time will you be in room?
Please come, play with us and bloom
Behind the bars, there's a chirping bird,
Sleeping still, have you not heard?
The gentle air through the breeze,
Occuring from moving of trees
Forests looking beautiful by its blow
"Hey You, focus it's showing its glow".
Everybody likes the rain,
And go for a dance on the plain
It fills the ponds and rivers with cheer
Making the weather a little quiver.
So let's go and break the boundary,
Leaving behind each doubt and quandary
With courage and fears and spirit wild,
Will face each challenge calm and mild.