While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.
By ears and whiskers, ain't no more
A sadder thing that being in the dog house,
On a rainy day.
Make no bones about it, when momma's
Mad I'm hanging my head low.
Jo dirt has nothing on how bad this hound feels,
But honestly instincts roller, over road wisdom's,
Howling, but I'd mean it dearest sweet mommy.
With woofs and kisses can I make it all better,
It's lonely on this side of the doorway.
With you out there and me in here.
Kibbles my bits I'd give up my
Of bacon bits for a true heart felt,
That a good boy one more time.
If I could I'd bring you a beer,
Just to see that frown disappear.
Perking these two ears up to here,
Your laughter ring out at bed time.
Or a soft whispers friendly voice, speaking
Good night dear old friend.
All four paws down I won't do it again,
Cross this canine's fury little heart.
But the rain keeps falling,
As outside the sunshine is calling,
Our names to be together,
There's no tears like these rainy days.
So I'll sit patiently,
For the sun to rise again in your heart,
When ever that maybe,
Because simply put I'm loyalties pup,
Just waiting for you to bring me
On the right side of
The door once more.
To sit beside thee again.
A companion and dearest friend,
Always letting the sun to shine down
On us forever more.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Not long after The Beginning,
There were Animals and there was Man.
A great chasm lay between, that legend said
Only a Leap of Faith could span.
Animals seemed happy on their side;
For, after all, such a leap could not be done
“Make the best it,” they all said;
All, that is, but one.
There stood Dog, alone upon the brink,
The distant Man’s reflection shining in his eyes;
Something was robbing Dog of peace;
Something was urging him to try.
Compelled, he stood and stared,
Nothing could distract his gaze.
Now and then, Horse would come;
Each time, the same old words to say.
“I understand. I really do.
I admit it. I’ve thought about it too;
But it’s too far for me to jump,
It’s certainly too far for you”.
One day, as Horse spoke his words,
Cat rudely interrupted with a sneer.
“Go ahead and try. You’ll break your silly neck.
You can’t go there. Your place is here”.
More resolute now, his vigil became duty;
Still, he often wondered, “Why?”
But something deep inside kept saying,
“You must. You must. It’s do…or die”.
Then, one day, he turned and walked away.
Oh, yes, he’d need a running start.
He knew now, he had the Will;
But only a Leap of Faith could prove his Heart.
Just before he made his Leap of Faith,
Dog saw the loneliness in Man’s eyes.
“He needs a friend, someone to help
And always stand right by”.
With those unselfish thoughts,
Dog had reason, he felt whole.
And well he should, for at that very moment,
God granted Dog a Soul!
But Souls don’t come so easy,
And his leap was short that day.
If Dog was to make a Leap of Faith,
Man would have the final say.
Dog’s faith was truly tested, front paws upon the edge.
He hoped Man’s eyes hadn’t lied.
Then Man’s Heart swelled and touched his Soul.
He helped Dog up and placed him proudly at his side.
Oh, so jealous was Cat I’m told;
His eyes turned green that day.
“Oh, you are an heroic mutt;
A friend of Man, you say?
I’ll make that leap by myself.
You can bet, I’ll find a way”.
So, Dog had made the Leap of Faith.
He and Man became Best Friends.
So it shall be, for all eternity;
That is to say, until the Very End.
A choice desire made set a soul fire
The animal locked away no longer kept bay
Blood pulsing heart throbbing mind does conspire
A new day with passionate words to convey
Shock it will many of you freedom expressed
Pounding chest hell with rest not human nature test
Open mind people try to find what suppressed
Dare not I say equally all of you blessed
I do not know?
Baby Jesus lay away in a manger
The three wise brothers brought him gold
Have you ever heard of the story of the stranger?
That brought the young pip an animal of cold
This stuffed animal was made with the remains of religion
Cuddly and fluffy like the feeling of tonic and gin
Sewn together with the hair of Jewish corpses
For he will die one day for their future sins
Or so they say.........
The little baby Jesus tossed away his gold
Did not give a sh#t for the jewelry and the mold
He gravitated to this one eyed plush of spun
As the tag on his foot replaced with "Made from Taiwan"
Baby Jesus would call this animal of odd
By the name he knew only of his father of "God"
As Mary closed her legs and removed her cigarette
She asked why? to the stranger as he shook his head
"If this is the boy of the God of it all?
Why is he white? When we know that they are "small"
I figured I would bring him a toy with one eye
For one is enough for a small gifted guy"
The leader of the nation or better yet the world
Should be endowed to enjoy all the girls
I give him a bear with the remains of "his" kind
As a reminder that he will never be mine
As I draw a line in the sand to choose
The line you see drawn is from the middle of my shoes
The footsteps on both sides are not from him carrying me
They are mine as I walk to my religion of ecstasy
Enjoy your bear Jesus, I will enjoy life
I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside
a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...
Written By: Christina A McCullouch
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
The pleasure of the lake
Each day I charge my batteries
With a stroll down to the lake
It's a must, to walk those wetland trails
It gives the mind a break
From all the turmoil of each day
It's a journey into peace
As those dancing trees that ride the breeze
Give my soul such sweet release.
So many things there, one might see
In those wetland trails I walk
I find there at Lake Joondalup
A place where nature talks
With wild birds everywhere one looks
And frogs, and kangaroos
Little lizards, perhaps a snake
So much there welcomes you.
That such a place could dwell in Perth
This gives me so much pleasure.
Communing each new day with nature
To mne, this be a treasure.
This lake, it reaches out to me
And tells me 'Life is good'
It's such a joy to have this lake
Here in our neighbourhood.
22 September 2013 @ 0640hrs.
I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
It’s here at last
At last the spring is really here
The weather’s warm and sweet
The doves up in the seed trays coo
As so peacefully they eat
The fountain plays a melody
As wispy clouds up in the sky
They form in me these images
As the morning passes by
Geraniums in their many hues
They shine out in the sun
The dog runs round with rubber bone
He’s having heaps of fun
The mulberry tree is so alive
She loved that winter rain
She knows as she grows her baby shoots
That the rain was not in vain.
The washing hanging on the hoist
Gives out such sweet perfume
One would think the gentle rose
Was close with tender bloom
Mauve hibiscus dances softly
Within the cooling breeze
And all of this portrayed together
It gives my mind such ease.
9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.
Another boring, Protestant Traditional, Sunday Family Dinner 1:00 pm sharp
This week it’s at Uncle David’s house in Alford, Mass. I haven’t meant Him
Actually the only Family I met so far “Momma“, Poppa, and Big Sister Brenda
YOU probably thought I was going to say “Momma, Poppa, and Baby Bear
Went for a walk in the forest“. Sorry I’m reading Goldilocks while I’m trying to Write
Brenda ( B B ) , and I use to wonder why they had to be called Momma and Poppa ?!!
Pizza for dinner, on a Saturday night ,Baths, pajamas, robes, and slippers out to the car
Alright kids, It’s a 3 hour drive to Uncle Dave’s Let’s play “Grandma’s Suitcase”
The subject Grandma is infatuated with is her : LOVE of Animals
Harry you start, Grandma went on a vacation , in her suitcase she put an alligator
Brenda, “Grandma went on a vacation, in her suitcase she puts a female Baboon
“Poppa, it’s your turn, “Grandma went a vacation, in her Suitcase she put a Catamount
I challenge You Poppa, Mount is Mountain ,not Animal I brought my dictionary, Read;
The definition of catamount; a mountain lion, Cougar A feline animal born in nature
Harry your out of the game; “Momma” Your turn “ Grandma put in her suitcase The Devil”
Reflections in the mirror
were getting scary
I could not carry
the weight of my pain
it almost took my life
to learn to love again
for I have made a friend
somewhere along my long lost way
I hope that I helped him
just a fraction of how he helped me
maybe that single thought
is what finally gave me my peace
enough to release so much
Now I am not afraid
to walk where the streets are hot
for I thrive in Hell's kitchen
where the devil stirs my pot
for I now have him quiet tame
I sacrificed my dragons
at the alter of my name
and now you are my slaves
any time I need
I'll call upon my superhero's
to come and rescue me
like my Saint Toni
who swept me off that bridge
and showed my how a death can be
the greatest reason to live
for she was the seed to grow my Eden
then a man from a foreign land
gave me something in myself to believe in
the magik of Love.
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Caring, smart, loving, curious
Daughter of Vernon and Trudy
lover of shopping, animals, crossword puzzles
who feels happy at school, sad when animals die, and alive when out doors
who gives love, kindness, happiness
who fears doctors, needles, spiders
who would like to see the black sea, Hollywood, and India
who lives in Clear spring, Maryland
God makes no mistakes
He got it right the first time
animals are planned.
made in His likeness
humans are the higher forms
Won 2nd place
The birds sing a song
On a tree that is very high
Music fill the air
I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.
My brother and I walk the south pasture on an early spring day,
The warmth of spring slowly melting, the cold of winter away.
The golds of old growth are broken by the green of new,
And we are drifting in dreams, though we have work to do.
Gathering the cows for milking, we allow Father Time to pass by,
When a shadow in the barbed wire catches my brother’s eye.
We run through the stubble of last season allowing dreams to lead,
Shaped by childhood stories which we had seen and read.
The cries draw us near where she hangs, limply as if half dead.
Each barb is cutting deeply. She slowly bleeds the earth red.
The life within her still pulsing its unbreakable bond
We make a solemn vow, a promise, to the crying, broken fawn.
Freeing her from her prison, we discover she is too weak,
She cannot stand or fight, has lost the force of her instinct.
My brother lifts her to his chest and orders me to go on.
For the chore of our cow gathering still must be done.
Miles between us and home, they trudge, a child with a child
Him dreaming of what will be when we tame the wild.
The weight of the burden breaks him and he falls to his knees.
Looks to the heavens for strength, but there is only me.
Her hooves drag along beside and I cradle her in my arms -
The weight of her pulling me downward, and yet I struggle on.
We entrust her to the dancing shadows of the oak tree in the yard,
And beg our mother for help but her motto is “Life is hard.
The veterinarian is more than we can spend. Milking still needs done.
Wild animals should be left to nature and the course which it will run.”
With a child’s gesture of love, we leave her and gather grain.
The labor of farm children - as essential as the rain.
(There is a Part 2 which can be found on my page.)
The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.
Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him,
Waiting until eyes grow dim.
Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.
Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.
You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!
She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's choice
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please
So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God
If I could ask the one who gives life for another life
I would choose to be an animal!
Which one should you wonder,
Why, obviously, I wish to be a big cat!
Living in the amazons, or in Africa
Enjoying complete freedom
And utmost power!
Appeasing my hunger with meat
Appeasing my thirst with fresh water
And lying on the ground
Staring at the skies
If I could be an animal
I would certainly be a big cat
Purring myself to sleep
Curling up to the neck of my mate
I would love with instinct
And protect my cubs with devotion
But I wish not to come back to earth
May him hear, the one who gives life
Pray, take me there, with you,
Above the clouds
There, where the naked eye sees not
Nor does Man's powerful machine see from its flight
Nor does the flying hubble pass it by
But there, it is there,
Says my faith in the Lord's essence!
Say the secrets of the Holy Books
Pray do listen, and take me there!
Bruzo my dog
Little pup at my maternal uncle's house,
Moved from his mother's lap and chose mine,
Pure black, on forehead a white stripe,
Tears of love in his eyes, that I did wipe ,
Reached my home and added onto family,
Dear he soon became, grew up hastily,
Faithful, wagging his tail in affection,
Clever and alert, wit in perfection,
A burglar's alarm, awake at nights,
Sweet morning walks and evening fights,
Winters, summers, autumn, rains and fog,
With every season bloomed, Bruzo my dear dog !
Written on 23/7/14
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I do not know?
Since you left my vision
I’ve missed you every day
There’s so much left undone and so much I want to say
You hugged me tight with your eyes, your heart, and your velvety fur
You had a presence that could lure
Any soul in your radar
Your energy so strong and pure
Hush the stars above
You’re a vision of
A park with glaring sun and the crystal snowdrop close up
Of a soaring dove
Although you did not leave a dynasty
For the world to love
You left an engraved memory
That time could not briskly smudge
Everything you taught me
Will lead me far in life
Although you’re no longer in my vision to see
I still feel your presence here
When I look towards the stars past
The clouds up high
I know the stars will hush for you right now
The reason they do
Is so you can come through
To shine down your hope and love
Right into my soul
A heart once turned as black as coal
Has now turned pink and lean
For the love you send down to me
Is pure and pristine
I know I’ll see you again someday
So I shall wait for you
Patiently in my dreams.
Just look around you and see how
Nature every day to God bow
Angeles then gather just singing
All in Heaven is rejoicing.
Then just see the most peaceful light
When the sun rises high at dawn bright
In all its beauty sky shining
All in Heaven is rejoicing.
God then just blesses inside my soul
And makes me feel when in trouble whole
He sets all my heart on fire dancing
All in Heaven is rejoicing.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread
Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds
What a splendid night it is!
Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk
During this meaningful night
There's moments of quietude
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness
On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor
During this night of pure bliss
-Dharga Nagar Safa
One Sunday morning,
Indian Ocean withdrawn,
Animals ran fast into the thick jungle!
Modified by good intent the children build
Bridges between the desert land and forest jungle green
Tied together, hanging on the other side just out of reach
Construction by the young ones with their tiny fingers
Soft and clean along the vast divide, above the giant chasm
Working shadows hold their own against the constant wind
In repetitive motion under sun and moon
By day and night they weave
Flimsy tissues dangle with them on the scene
Rice papers, due diligence and faith their only tools
Links between two worlds emerge on solid effort
Boulder strong is their conviction above the open hole
We credit them with innovation and invention
Such beauty and design are sure to please
With an inkling of a smile, almost like a cry
Bridge is completed just in time
In single file giant elephants begin the heavy task
To cross the thin expanse made out of paper
Balanced on the tusk, the bridge calling them to hurry up
Small set eyes help to find a footing
The mammoth creatures are in for a surprise
i wonder if those cackling coyotes
hiking the surrounding fields sound
anything like Hell, well, i sure hope not.
Hell would be a terrible place to be.
still, i feel and fill with remorse.
it’s the middle of November and
it’s ruthless Ohio with her revenge.
with the love of fall beneath her
and the sparkling of frost in her hair,
beginning in the morning under a
fingernail clipped moon and too
far away stars and few headlights,
ohio offers her lullaby here, now.
scraggly pups made of fur and bone,
calloused paws to a calloused ground,
tough like old brick and new cement
and an icy pitch bark that bites back.
people are being pulled from these
pages that used to keep me wide awake
but now only keep me sad and conscience
in the too broad daylight in clean clothes
reading things too keep me soul sick,
to correlate with groggy afternoon insanity
that is not like tonight’s cold but like a
burning city, with me, standing—waiting
at the pier with the commotion of some
kind of humanity bleeding from the parks,
avenues, alleys, clubs, bars, and markets
but i only see the smoke and hear the clamor.
the rest is made up i suppose,
and my heart in the other senses.
but it is too true for those
coyotes in that cold and
i dare not let them in.