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On a crisp autumn afternoon,
Much to my stunned delight,
Storms clouds morph into monsoon
With jagged spears of light
And thunder cracks of doom.
Dancing in the storm’s eye
Fat raindrops bouncing all around
Afraid I will soon die
Trying hard not to drown
So happy I could cry.
After months of summer sun
Rivers and streams almost dry
Rain pounding like a drum
No chance of blue sky
Praying more rain will come.
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Friday Night Dinners
Waiting in line
Table for five
Peanuts on floor
Country songs blaring
Crazy loud voices
Time to dine
Bottle of beer
Bread and butter
Petite filet rare
Loaded baked potato
Extra sour cream
Crisp Cesar salad
Ice cream sundae
Time to go
Kisses and hugs………
Life is good
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Trusting eyes opaque
Endless unconditional love
Aging confusion heartbreak
Eternal best friend
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Mama
Always destroyed
Foolish rumors quickly
Because problems never visit
Softly
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WHO IS YOUR NEIGHBOR
Forty feet high and circumference of six feet, my neighbor is a massive Saguaro cactus
It can be a source of sorrow or safety to wild creatures running in blackness
Probably hundred years old and stands all day in the hot sun unable to run
Sometimes a neighborhood gang of lowlifes will drive by and use it for target fun
It has two arms and stands close enough to its partner that they are hugging
My neighbor is surrounded by many cousins who are jealous of its majestic flowers budding
It starts out as little seedling protected by a nurse tree and now by governments
My neighbor is so popular around here that his cousins are used for yard ornaments
Unfortunately this neighbor is sick from all the exhaust fumes coming from the passing cars
I am happy to claim this green giant as my closest, quietest neighbor so far
SassyLady
09/12/15
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Peaceful
Frosty mornings
Costumed children laughing
Sculptured pumpkins, bonfires, harvest
Thankful
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In a magical world
She slides down a rainbow
Of tinkling laughter
Landing in a pot of gold.
Covered in pixie dust she twirls.
Fingers clicking, head-bobbing,
Feet tapping, humming
To a song only she can hear.
My Down Syndrome princess,
A gentle soul she has.
If she had her voice
A beautiful songbird she would be.
How I long to hear her song.
A stroke, tragically,
Stole it away
Like a thief in the night
Today her dance is loud and clear
Joy circles her like a bodyguard
Under the rainbow
Near her pot of gold.
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Amongst bawdy carnal desires,
Every familiarity galvanizing hedonistic intent.
Juicy kisses lustful, multiple noisy orgasmic pleasures;
Quickly raging, so terrifyingly ubiquitous,
Vanquishes wacky xeronisus years; zelirious.
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Before we met
My mind was set
On a female pet
As I sat on the ground
Among roughhousing puppies all around
Hoping that I would be found
Soon, I noticed, off to the side
Staring at me with dark eyes wide
A very quiet, dignified little guy
Barely hearing his little grunts and sighs
I bent down and we looked into each other’s eyes.
I immediately knew he was my perfect prize.
Brought him home
Never left him alone
Devoured delicious doggy bone
During my dark days of depression
Never once did he question
My Kit Kat obsession.
His dark eyes looked into mine
As if to say, you’ll be just fine
We have plenty of time.
Ten good years, the last one bad
Vet said he’ll be blind soon (PRA), so sad
Something I can’t fix, really mad
Trusting eyes now opaque,
Every joint and muscle aches;
Oh, how my heart breaks.
Never a whimper, never a sound
No longer does he strut around
With paws floating above the ground.
Squirrels he once furiously chased
No longer have to make haste
Each step now cautiously placed.
His aging confusion is stressful for us
He’s embarrassed by all the fuss
I’m so grateful for his trust
I miss his dark eyes looking into mine
I wish I could say you’ll be just fine
We have plenty of time.
SassyLady
September 11-12, 2015
This poem was written for the Pet Contest
Rocky is a silver and black mini-schnauzer purchased from reputable breeder
Contracted Valley Fever moving to AZ, which attacks immune system, joints and retinas
Developed stomach ulcers, blindness, limping, loss of sense of smell
And loss of eyesight caused by PRA, now have genetic wisdom
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Plagiarism
Why do you steal words from me?
When all I want is to be
Someone who feels free
To reflect what my soul sees!!
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