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kinganeye Jul 15, 2007

US Coastguard 07/15/07

To the men and women of the US Coastguard

A job so pained and often hard

Rescuing poor and unfortunate souls

Who if not for them, the people would be swallowed whole?

 

Angry seas and raging skies

Churning foamy water that belies

The Ferocity of the waves is god wrath

A tidal wave in a whirlpool bath

 

Steady and fast, heads the chopper out to sea

Trying to cut through the forceful winds that be

Raging war against nature’s fury

Only the, US Coastguard can sit on this jury

K
kinganeye Jul 15, 2007

US Coastguard

US Coastguard  07/15/07

 

 

To the men and women of the US Coastguard

A job so pained and often hard

Rescuing poor and unfortunate souls

Who if not for them, the people would be swallowed whole?

 

Angry seas and raging skies

Churning foamy water that belies

The Ferocity of the waves is god wrath

A tidal wave in a whirlpool bath

 

Steady and fast, heads the chopper out to sea

Trying to cut through the forceful winds that be

K
kinganeye Jul 15, 2007

US Coastguard 07/15/07

US Coastguard  07/15/07

 

 

To the men and women of the US Coastguard

A job so pained and often hard

Rescuing poor and unfortunate souls

Who if not for them, the people would be swallowed whole?

 

Angry seas and raging skies

Churning foamy water that belies

The Ferocity of the waves is god wrath

A tidal wave in a whirlpool bath

 

Steady and fast, heads the chopper out to sea

Trying to cut through the forceful winds that be

K
kinganeye Jul 15, 2007

US Coastguard 07/15/07

US Coastguard  07/15/07

 

 

To the men and women of the US Coastguard

A job so pained and often hard

Rescuing poor and unfortunate souls

Who if not for them, the people would be swallowed whole?

 

Angry seas and raging skies

Churning foamy water that belies

The Ferocity of the waves is god wrath

A tidal wave in a whirlpool bath

 

Steady and fast, heads the chopper out to sea

Trying to cut through the forceful winds that be

K
kinganeye Jul 15, 2007

US Coastguard 07/15/07

 

To the men and women of the US Coastguard

A job so pained and often hard

Rescuing poor and unfortunate souls

Who if not for them, the people would be swallowed whole?

 

Angry seas and raging skies

Churning foamy water that belies

The Ferocity of the waves is god wrath

A tidal wave in a whirlpool bath

 

Steady and fast, heads the chopper out to sea

Trying to cut through the forceful winds that be

Raging war against nature’s fury

K
kinganeye Jul 15, 2007

US Coastguard

 

To the men and women of the US Coastguard

A job so pained and often hard

Rescuing poor and unfortunate souls

Who if not for them, the people would be swallowed whole?

 

Angry seas and raging skies

Churning foamy water that belies

The Ferocity of the waves is god wrath

A tidal wave in a whirlpool bath

 

Steady and fast, heads the chopper out to sea

Trying to cut through the forceful winds that be

Raging war against nature’s fury

K
kinganeye Jul 15, 2007

US Coastguard

 

To the men and women of the US Coastguard

A job so pained and often hard

Rescuing poor and unfortunate souls

Who if not for them, the people would be swallowed whole?

 

Angry seas and raging skies

Churning foamy water that belies

The Ferocity of the waves is god wrath

A tidal wave in a whirlpool bath

 

Steady and fast, heads the chopper out to sea

Trying to cut through the forceful winds that be

Raging war against nature’s fury

C
Conect11 Jul 15, 2007

Of Spider Webs

 I feel pretty dank
this morning
after a night of spider webs and such
I
feel
like cement and arrogance and shame
battered.
My wife,
(Mrs. Wilson)
asked me to squash a brown spider
crawling on the doorjam
to our bedroom.
I killed the thing
with a dirty pair of underpants
I picked up off the bathroom floor.
So I tell you
the spider is dead.
And I shall not be
walking into spider webs
any longer.
Still
I am dank
at eight this morning,
sabbath day
and I am to work.

K
kinganeye Jul 14, 2007

Tears

Tears shed for those loves.

Which go out of a mans life.

Crying for things that move.

We must adjourn  and carry the grief.

 

Tender moments for which we are unable to express.

For things that should have been confessed.

To loves that are history and now are gone.

That leaves the man here all alone.

 

To face courage he must search deep inside.

And the emotions that cause pain, override.

Crying hard deep in his mind.

For the strength to ease the pain that’s what he must find