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Lately, I have been a-thinkin',
About President Abraham Lincoln,
And about the witty sayings he told,
Quotes for the ages that shall ne'er grow old!
Some I've slightly paraphrased,
And others I've left unscathed.
"No matter how much cats yowl and fight,
There always seem to be plenty of kittens alright!"
"If this is coffee, please bring me some tea,
But if this is tea, bring me some coffee, I plea!"
"I like to see a man preach as if he's fighting bees,
Bringing wayward miscreants to their knees!"
"If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?
I think not when all is said and done!"
"Marriage is neither heaven or hell, 'tis said;
'Tis more akin to purgatory instead!"
"General McClellan, if you are not using the army now,
I would like to borrow it if you would please allow!"
"I can make more army generals, you see,
But horses cost money and that is of concern to me!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Flights of angels surely led her to her rest
Of all our monarchs, she has proved the best
Her example ,there for all to see and her heir to follow
As we reflect upon her reign in this sad time of sorrow
Right to the end publicly she fought to do her duty
In private her witty mimicry was a thing of beauty
Her Christian faith burned brightly throughout her life
To keep her composed in the darker days of strife
Her love for her corgis, horses and offspring saw her sane
And that necessary balance helped to prolong her reign
Where others might well have cracked and lost the place
She rose serenely above all troubles with majestic grace
And now that she has gone to her just reward
Let our memories of her be the last word
He made her feel like a princess, a bride, an angel, a queen.
She had never had a love like this before.
Others did not understand, because of the age thing.
She did not see his age above his kindnesses and his love.
Whether they had five years together or five days
She decided to make him the “rest of her life”.
Their romance was a whirlwind of respect and fun.
When it was over, she could not let him go.
She carried his urn to all of their old haunts.
The carnival, the video arcade, the beach.
Every place was full of memories.
She would never forget him; he had raised her awarenesses.
She had never felt more witty, more exciting or more loved.
When Adam and Eve,
Had from the garden taken their leave.
And menace of sorrowful trends,
Is to their jolly heart lend.
Sent God Gabriel for their sake,
To convey to them all goodness make.
Sent God Gabriel to Eden,
To pluck off the sweetning hidden.
But as he thread the path of Eden,
Saw he Mivon,the keeper of the gate,
Then said he to him by witty fate,
For he cannot peep without his consent.
"Behold,God has commanded me,
To come into the garden.
And to take from it sweet smelling incense,
And give it to Adam's existence."
And after he had billed his tongue,
Swiftly did Mivon put out his sword.
And without entrench'd critiques prolong'd.
Went Gabriel to Eden,Adam and the Lord.
Pure magic, the August night the day Moon Fairy sat on Fossil Moon.
Aquamarine eyes slowly closed as she began playing dolphins swoon.
Diamond stars began to prance around her in a lovely endearing way.
Her song was uplifting and enlightening, bringing about a sense of play.
The dark waters of the world below began to open up and gently sing.
Music honored April eve, and bringing a sense of beginning spring.
Other cosmos stopped to listen, for the song was endearing and pretty.
The dolphins nodded their snouts and laughed, for they were truly witty.
Moon sofa she was sitting on was lulled into a wonderfully lull sleep.
Secrets that came flowing from her flute were glowing and quite deep.
Moon Fairy’s translucent wings rested gently on her moon sofa sweet.
The night was magical and pure, a combination that could not be beat.
Evening cosmos smiled as they listened to the magical flute play.
Mysteriously, tens of galaxies heard it from many light years away.
Moon Fairy, in her own world, playing her flute the best she could.
No idea how powerful her music was on a world, doing so much good.
I tried to warn you
But did you listen
Tried my level best to tell the truth
and not perpetuate the lie
I told you I am not the man you
perceive or believe me to be
Come to think of it not quite sure
I ever was
Maybe once upon a time way back
when I was just a boy
That suit shoe's hat and key don't fit
And yet again don't hold your breath
honestly i don't think he is ever coming
back or where in fact he went at all
The showman here before you is not real
it's all an act that crawls back into the
shadow's when alone
To the point now it drains me and i struggle
to remember my lines or even play fulfill
the role I was born to play
It drives me round the bend and full
disclosure no I have not the will or desire
to being to mend
The crack's are ripping open laid bare
for all to see so hold on tight the end is nigh
Not long now before I am muted out
completely for the greater good
If I had anywhere else to go I would have
left long ago but that would only add to
other's woes and so too mine
And how to end this morbid tale of sorrow
But rather with what the me they and both
I wish and want to know leaving them
wanting more
With 1 or 2 witty quips surreptitious or
humorous anecdote or jokes to send
them gladly on there way happier as I
have somehow inadvertently made their day
No point in making other's feel blue as
well just because I am as that may be
one and only saving grace and gift I
haven't yet lost
And surely then only hell awaits to break my
fall because I must be then so far gone rock
bottom is as far away as heaven's locked
staircase gate
I did try to warn you from the very start
But did you listen
Come to think of it no neither so did I
I seen the very same warning signs
In fact I was indeed he who pointed
them out clear as day
But yet again i can not be told
Never take the time to listen
And choose to rather follow the blind
In a whimsical world of witty wonder,
Where laughter lingers, lost not in thunder,
There danced a dandy with a dapper flair,
Sporting red shoes, a vivid vision, rare.
He pranced in patterns, a playful sprite,
His heels clicking, a rhythmic delight,
With every step, a spark would ignite,
A fiery frolic in the soft silver light.
"Fickle feet, with a flamboyant beat,
Wherever you frolic, you'll never admit defeat,"
He chuckled in tempo, his spirits alight,
A crimson carousel in the pale moonlight.
The shoes, they whispered of wild escapades,
Of jaunts and jamborees in sunny glades,
With alliterative antics, they'd gladly regale,
A tapestry of tales, a merry mirthful trail.
"Gallivanting goofs, you garner grins,
With every jig, the joy never ends,"
He jested with glee, his heart aflutter,
As red shoes shimmied, in a boisterous banter.
Through the town he'd twirl, a torrent of cheer,
A jovial jester, no jinx could come near,
For in those red shoes, he found his due mirth,
A boundless bonanza, a celebration of birth.
So, let's raise a toast to the red shoe revue,
Where humor and heart in harmony brew,
And in every step, let laughter ensue,
For life's too short to wear shoes so blue.
He walks right through the wall and bounces of the air,
the ideal is the greatest reality as compulsive fair.
Some minds nail the ideal to the cross for depart,
as the ideal once is dissolved from a love drunken heart.
Then those ideals will have wrinkle and aching pain,
when those star fetched orientations shine in vain.
The danger of fanatic idealism ends in self pity,
even when the intellect feels so witty.
The reality of the ideal a soap opera for sure,
experience out of this is the parody to endure.
Fixed ideals the narrow obelisk of will,
haunting graveyards at midnight still.
For some it’s plenty to live by,
the idea and the love to lie.
Welcome divine ideal and destroyer of the world,
when greatness becomes emptiness unfurled.
The modern world ruled by ideals to find,
the tragedy of who is who lost in human kind.
The over stimulated fatalisms as art,
with no intolerance from the heart.
Millions of ‘ifs’ at the twilight dawn beach,
because nature has that magical promise reach.
PRETTY WITTY
Cocktail thirsty : Mocktail, Green tea.
Few Males naughty : Females pretty.
Toe nails: Twenty ; Vessel empty.
Slow snail, safety ; Cat- tail, fatty.
Road- rail dusty ; Snow, hail frosty.
Gravel: Grotty ; Pastel: Arty.
Lintel faulty ; Snacks sale: Salty.
In jail: Guilty ; Egg shell : Poultry.
Chisel : Acuity ; Repel: Pity.
Rebel: Haughty ; Nobel: Petty
Angel - Deity ; Blue bell: Beauty.
Slipped fell Humpty ; Ankle twisty.
Novel Party ; Revel: Sporty
Bread-gel : Tasty ; Ship sails: Hasty
Stay well: Hearty ; Gone Hell: Dirty.
E-MAIL: IT ; Marvels Mighty.
I thought to write about my High School Social Studies
book report. An uncomplicated short story about the
lives of two characters who like to take life the short and
easy way. I decided to write it as a narrative, showcasing
the simple characters as carefree drifters. Near the end,
the lives that they made easy, sadly turned complicated.
It's about George Milton and Lennie Small. The roaming
workers shared their dreams of being eventual farm
owners during the Depression Period. George was the
smaller and a bit learned of the two. Lennie was taller
and that made him oafish because of his limited wit.
Auburn, California, started their course across the state’s
harsh landscape from one ranch job to another. They
closed in on a job just outside the town of Soledad.
Stopping for a swim off the Salinas River, Lennie
gathered up delicate flowers. He is overwhelmed with
anything soft, fragile, and pretty. In his zealous nature,
he hugged it lovingly but much too tightly as they quickly
withered and died. George noted that oddity before, but
he thought it as being trifle to be of no concern. As they
prepared themselves before they arrived at the ranch, to
a slight degree, the witty George would be a money-saver
type, and Lennie's character with his notable oddity, is
simple-minded. Yet on their first day, Lennie strangled
Candy accidentally. She was the owner's son's pretty
wife. The rhetoric grew unstable for Lennie wherein
laid the guilt. George was forced to face some sort of
retribution with farmhands yakety-yak of a lynch mob
that would lead to a hanging. Left with that sad chapter,
George grabbed ahold of Lennie. At a secluded part
where no noise would be heard. George quickly closed
that chapter when he took out a pistol he found at the
farm and he shot Lennie as George fathomed money
to be his closing grace.