We've had; the Stone Age, Bronze Age,
Iron Age, Ice Age, Industrial Age too,
a thought about what man hath wrought
and the not-too distant future view.
It's now the AI Age we're living in,
yet, wouldn't take much persuasion,
or a second guess, to believe it's somewhat akin
to nothing more or less than an Alien Invasion.
To honor my friend who passed away on 8/16
and her daughters who took such good care of her.
Rest in peace, my friend, in the arms of Jesus
the ebb and flow, fluidity
of blood
through arteries and veins
stopped
still, the shell
they take
we’ve been so busy
arms like lead
awake
to the silence
the break,
now that we have it
is a crying-shame
the loft the dog
sat upon
memories
and his not too distant future
nor ours
8/16/2022
As I approach my twilight years,
I find myself less important,
less relative in other’s eyes,
I’m not needed,
lonely and fading away.
Once I was the man in charge,
all decisions came thru me,
my words lived and had power,
there was no problem or situation,
that I could not master,
physically there was nothing,
I could not do.
These days,
people look right thru me,
I must be a ghost,
a shadow of my former self physically,
so people think my mind is gone too,
but I have never known more,
than I know right now.
No one asks for my opinion any more,
they cut me off in mid- sentence,
and decide what is best for me.
I speak and people act like they can’t hear me.
I am from a different era,
one day in the not too distant future,
I will be invisible.
I will be a ghost.
I remember playing in the grassy fields
when time was young and skies were bright,
picking berries in the patch behind our house,
enjoying youth to my delight.
I remember learning lessons with my sister
like how to live, to love, to share.
How little did I know that time was young
and that my mind would travel there.
I remember meeting children in the park,
the ones with whom I would play games.
They were but mere humans in my eyes and
we were all one and the same.
Now time's grown old and things have shifted greatly,
earth itself has changed its face.
Days of innocence have flown by quickly,
such joys themselves have been replaced.
I'll remember in the not too distant future,
which its coming won't be long,
just what it felt like living in that era,
when I believe that time was young.
As days go, this has not been one of the best
But after giving myself a good talking to
I've realized not all days are created equal
It's the lunatic fringe that are wreaking havoc
Ask anyone on the street and I'm certain
99.9% are peace loving folks who just want
To be left alone to live a happy and peaceful life
But these degenerate sub humans
Insist on carrying out these cowardly barbaric acts
Randomly attacking totally innocent people!
However, by reacting irrationally, we run the risk
Of becoming as radical and evil as these lunatics
Calmer heads MUST prevail
Hopefully one day in the not too distant future
These barbaric acts of cowardice will cease
They MUST cease in the name of all that is good!
© Jack Ellison 2015
My soul is in a bad way
Different worlds are calling me
and pulling me in
different directions
What path to choose?
Can I continue in the
same direction?
Or should I make
an about face?
Only I know the answer to that
Deep within
I will find it
after they scrape away the mold
and barnacles from my soul
Eventually, I will soar like an eagle
And look down with pity
on those stuck on the ground
I will feel the joy of freedom
As it wraps its powerful arms around me
One day in the not - too - distant future
A lone voice echoes in the hear of the valley
Did you hear it?
Are you willing to work for peace?
Tall trees surround the green carpet which is the valley
a stream meanders through the valley
Before the leaves turn crimson and gold
Watch the birds flying over the valley
Breathe in the pure air
Take time to realize inner peace
and do not heed angry words of war
A lone voice
calls out for peace
Swords will be beaten into ploughshares
in the not - too - distant future
Santa learned about a year ago that the North Pole was thawing slow,
And in the not too distant future, he may be adrift on a perilous floe!
That was disturbing, but another situation has elicited little cheer.
(As if the jolly old gent didn't have enough to worry about this time of year!)
His toy making operation has slowed and there's little work for the elves,
Resulting in massive lay-offs and, sadly, a lot of bare and empty shelves!
Many of his little sprites collect unemployment due to the lack of work,
And Mrs. Clause nags him about getting decent work, driving him berserk!
Things deteriorated to such a degree that he asked Obama for largesse,
And of course he replied, "Sure! I'll tax the rich to cover your distress!"
This unfortunate dilemma has caused Santa a serious bout of angina,
Since nowadays, most of Santa's goodies are being "MADE IN CHINA!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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