In My Dreams

 

In my dreams, I am free, free to run and

dance. My awakened arthritic pain does

not follow me. I am free to meet the dead

again face-to-face. My deceased brother

accompanies me. We revisit past memories

of our childhood where we were free to

be what we wanted to be. Dreams too are

free to put you in unfamiliar places you

have never seen, fantasy worlds of make

believe. The thunderstorm awakens me

halfway, the pitter-patter of the rain lulls

me back to sleep. I am there again, almost

there.

                              -30-

Chris Hanch 7-5-2022

In the Heavens and on Earth

 

Life and how to live it successively

has been handed down historically

and biologically from one generation

to another.

Indeed the Rubik’s Cube of Life is

and has been the wonderment of

mankind.

Over and again, we have somehow

succeeded in aligning the pattern of

various colors respectively in place.

The key then is, given all the twists

and turns it takes, how in heaven’s

name did we manage to arrive here

on Earth?

                       -30-

Chris Hanch 7-5-2022

Incongruity, a Word Salad Potpourri

 

The sausage is made

and lies in wait.

The clothes on the rack

are ready to wear.

The mustache grows

beneath the nose.

Tomorrow arrives

everyday on time.

A plug nickle

has no worth.

Apologies are made

and accepted.

A full house beats

three of a kind.

The bread has gone stale,

the convicted sentenced to jail.

Words work their way

to the landfill.

The day passes

silently away,

and the mare

crosses the finish line.

20 to 1 were the odds

for first place.

Heat is applied

to the muscle ache.

Let’s pick up

where we let off tomorrow.

You have been duly warned,

every day is not the same.

Try the hat on

for size.

Starry starry nights…

Your pants are on fire.

                -30-

Chris Hanch 7-4-2022

The Psychologies of Humankind

 

The Son of Sam and Charles Manson

were babies once. So too were Adolph

Hitler and Vladimir Putin. Likewise,

Joseph Stalin and Attila the Hun

were infants born to be.

The history of mankind has produced

children bad and good and to varying

degrees in between.

Unfit mothers, abusive fathers or

parents who for their children were

or were not there for them. Who

can say why the innocent tuned out

the evil adults they came to be?

Leonardo daVinci, Abraham Lincoln,

Helen Keller, Martin Luther King Jr.

and Harriet Tubman innocent infants

one time as well to conversely name

a few who contributed enormously

to the good and betterment of society.

The stuff of you and I, the other

guy, good, bad or indifferent, one

or myriad reasons why.

Everyone born into this life, should

they survive, has a story, loving and

caring parents or otherwise.

The psychologies of life beg to

question and answer the good

and evil of humankind—Why,

good lord, why?

                    -30-

Chris Hanch 7-3-2022

Daily Find, Daily Grind Sometimes

 

It allows me the time

to ruminate in my mind.

It affords me the wide

spread use of vocabulary.

There within it lies,

a place of peace and

tranquility, a spicy,

dicey jocular menagerie

of hit-and-miss pro-

fundity, perhaps a well

intended smattering

of underlying morbidity.

A rhyme or two some-

times is a predicated

plausibility. Intended

for the beginning of

another day, verse

steeped slowly, ener-

getically percolated

with my daybreak

cup of caffeine,

these rudimentary

and profound lines

of mine intended

to lift and assist you

from the mundane

daily grind. And

let it be known

for what it’s worth,

it’s entirely up

to you to take it

from here. Here

we go again, you

may begin.

                -30-

Chris Hanch 7-3-2022

An Okay Day

 

Yesterday, I had a video conference with my nurse

at the VA. I gave her my vitals—blood pressure, pulse

rate and temperature I had taken hours before. Your

blood pressure is a bit lower, otherwise everything is

normal for you and okay.

Normal for me, what exactly does that mean, I thought

to myself? With my physical maladies, my clinical

depressive psychological state, I still appear to be okay.

I haven’t been out of my apartment in more than two

and a half years, does that appear to be okay? At seventy

five, I’ve aged into my third trimester. And I suppose

the fact that I’m still breathing and can communicate

reasonably indicates that medically and socially I qualify

as okay.

Yes, my appetite is okay. I get to sleep five or six hour

a night. Right now, seated, my pain level is about a two

on the scale of one to ten. Prune juice helps with my

frequent constipation, and I manage to barely make it

to the bathroom when I’ve got to go. I’m continent,

I’m okay.

My goal in life these days is to manage by myself and

to avoid regular outside assistance or being sent to a

nursing home. Medically speaking that qualifies me as

being okay. Fabulous, grand and great are states of being

I passed through years ago. Today, I’m satisfied and okay

with okay.

Now I face the prospects of piss poor and oblivious.

Who knows with the onset of advancing age, those

may come to overtake me in the next few days.

Grateful for what I’ve still got, I suppose.

Talk with you again in three to six months. Yes, I’ll

call you if there’s any change, I told my nurse. Have a

better than average okay day.

                                           -30-

Chris Hanch 7-2-2022

Thoughts and Prayers

 

Often in prayer, I speak of

the dead in remembering them.

The departed hear my words but

fail to answer.

I understand, the avenue to

the hereafter is one way.

Thoughts and words can

enter, yet can never be

returned.

In this life there is still

a lot to be learned. Death

is a final matriculation

into the Universe of the

Unknown.

Thoughts and words are

not needed to sustain us

in the everlasting beyond.

And as for an eternal deity

in my prayers, I am aware of

the spiritual god within me

who listens to help make life

bearably better.

Remember the dearly departed,

bless the living, and for me the

strength to endure, I pray.

                  -30-

Chris Hanch 7-1-2022