Life can bring many difficult situations!
Often, there’s really no explanation!
No matter how smart or how wise,
Things can take us totally by surprise!
We can often find our life off course.
Many times, being driven by a “dark force.”
I know that it’s hard to know what to do.
Especially with what you
may be going through!
I can’t think of all the right words to say…
To help you make it through another day!
But there’s someone, I can ask you to turn to!
He loves and is most concerned about you!
His name is Jesus! The almighty God is he!
He’s committed to you now! And for eternity!
He’s the one that you can trust and lean on!
And is someone that you can
certainly depend on!
Won’t you give him an opportunity to help you?
He reaches out his hand! Because he loves you!
He is the source with an eternal heavenly treasure!
He can completely fill you!
The decision is yours! A choice to be made!
There’s nothing for Jesus what’s worth the “trade!”
He’s everything that any of us can ever think of!
And can do more for you! Than you ever dreamed of!
He’s the alpha and omega! The beginning and the end!
Won’t you allow him to be your
savior and friend???
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
Springtime fills the air,
like laughing gas.
(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
are starting to dance.
(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their lawn.
I watch them the same way dogs watch TV:
Confused and intrigued,
with a slight urge to pee.
The father cuts grass,
like a sleepwalker.
(Or maybe more like a zombie -
Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.)
A six pack later,
he starts washing his car.
(Or watering his driveway.)
He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains.
The mother kneels in dirt,
tending the garden.
(More like digging in a sandbox.)
Her spade is rusty. (Figuratively, at least.)
A sunset later,
she cooks family dinner.
(Or maybe orders some pizza.)
(If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.)
I watch them the same way dogs watch TV.
The son plays war games,
dying for fun.
(Or maybe more for practice.)
He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat.
A full pitcher later,
tweaking on sugar,
(Or maybe just corn starch.)
the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat.
The daughter makes a picnic,
inviting her toys.
(Or maybe not.)
(Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!)
After the tea time,
she's off picking flowers.
(Or maybe weeds.)
(As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.)
They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace.
They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen."
(And proceed to stuff their face.)
The dog sits by the boy -
Loyal and true.
(Or maybe just hungry.)
He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes.
he offers to help with the dishes.
(Or maybe he demands it.)
The boy sneaks him a bite. The dog is not surprised.
Bedtime comes soon after.
The kids are sent to brush their teeth.
(Or maybe just to run the sink.)
They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go.
After tucking them in,
the parents watch TV.
(Or maybe they just dream they do,
sleeping in its glow.)
The dog is changing channels,
looking for a better show.
Confused and intrigued,
he pees on the carpet below.
Copyright © John Taylor | Year Posted 2010
The alarm goes off, I open my eyes to face the day
I roll back over to sleep it away
The wife begins to preach to me
No work, unemployed, I am free
I go to the unemployment office and talk to the man
He looks at my state and says he will do what he can
The man asks me which of the three jobs I choose
I don't want a job, I guess I've got those Lazy Hound Dog Blues
I go outside, sit at the bench and wait for the bus
I've got nowhere to be, I ain't in no rush
It's getting to be late in the afternoon
Getting hungry and will be home soon
My wife left me a note saying were through
At the moment I don't care, it's the curse of the lazy hound dog blues
I tell myself tomorrow I will look for a job
Gotta clean myself up, no one will hire a slob
The alarm goes off I hit the snooze
Not today, I am nagged by those lazy hound dog blues
My wife calls, says she wants to work things out
I try to explain, she begins to shout
She won't listen what's the use
I tell there is a cure for the flu
But how do you shake the lazy hound dog blues
Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008
Excitement building-Oh, she could feel it,
Thousands of people seating themselves,
Her mistress had her on the grooming table,
Each hair had to be in just the right spot.
This was not the first time for her,
But something was different tonight,
"We have to win this one, my Sweet!
You'll be a Champion if we do!"
Now they were waiting to enter the ring-
Finally, the whistle blew,
Trotting around the ring was exhilerating,
It always made her nerves stand on edge.
The judge was coming to her table,
he probed and felt her carefully,
Then she trotted up and down for him,
"Good!" he said under his breath.
Her mistress paled and almost fainted.
At last, the judging was finished,
She could feel the breathlessness in the air,
She was one of those he looked at a second time,
The moment of truth was at hand.
He pointed at her and said, "She's number one!"
The crowd went wild-the cheering exploded,
Her mistress hugged her, tears getting her fur wet,
As the ribbons were hung around her neck
She thought, "Doggie treats tonight--isn't Life fun!"
Copyright © Patricia Leonaitis | Year Posted 2007
The scavenger dog
Moving along the dirty streets
With its standing ears down
Sored at both tip. No gametes
At sight sex unknown no proper noun
Running away from stones
Well targeted, thrown by the jocular juveniles
For showing interest in contested bones
They laugh unhappily as their best friend flies
Feasting on the black round faeces
Of well fed fat goats
Or a week old lorry ridden rats or rotten Pisces
Puddle. Lucky when it sees a bone that floats
Playing seriously with Latrine flies
Who always surround its nine vivid ribs
Sucking nectar where it wounds lies.
In its hair dead ticks build their cribs.
Lying comfortably on the puffy street sewage
Allowing the fighting mice to lull it to death
It was after a drink from the drainage
And barking on a scorpion which it later ate.
Shaking helplessly on the road
Till the lead trailer ran pass it.
It was buried by cars and buses full with load
The worms and flies could not just die with it
It was a pregnant dog.
Copyright © Hakeem Sotayo Aro | Year Posted 2006
Soldier, your job is to wipe out
the enemy, then hold ground;
for in the smoky bloodbath,
there are no nice, universal truths,
but for the will to stay alive,
it's either you or them, kill or be killed;
and to keep your sanity, you've got
to discard your own humanity;
for should you survive you'll have to face
a far fiercer battle back home,
where many in our ungrateful society
will look at you with fear
no, never as living heroes
of this nation !
Copyright © romeo naces | Year Posted 2007
His name is Jane F he is the hot dog man Mac a Nation
creation, the hot dog man, His name is jane F and he
is lunch money for Satans men, Mac a Nation creation
his is the hot dog man, Mac a Nation creation and
jane F wants Hot Dogs for Satan men, Mac a Nation
Creation what is is Mac Nation Creation what is is
Moral Moral or surival surival moral moral surival
is the hot dog man here macanation surival moral
do you have surival or morals mac a nation creation
its the hot dog man lunch money money honey honey
darlin darlin it lunch money oh honey
Copyright © diane henning | Year Posted 2007
A hairless street dog -
Skinny and one leg broken
Limps near the bazaar!
Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
I am Pavlov's dog
Staring at my TV
Every Thursday the bell rings
And I'm drooling to see
The Big Bang Theory
And I'm lapping up my food
They tell me when to laugh
Bang, right on cue
[laughter] ha ha ha
If aliens are observing
My profound vegetable state
Another zombie assimilated
Into the world of low alpha waves
The power of my birthright
I trade for special effects
And I spend my life reacting
Like Cujo on Xanex
[Laughter] ha ha ha
Copyright © The Fringe | Year Posted 2011
Goo here, goo there
The puppies are drooling everywhere.
Every-time I fix a snack
It’s a new puppy attack.
So cute with eyes so wide
Staring at me without so much aside.
First one, then two and now three,
Sitting in front of me like a row of trees.
I save portions for one and all
And once fed, they wander off down the hall.
When I eat, it’s so much like a zoo,
Now I’m left with three puddles of goo.
Copyright © Michael Eastman | Year Posted 2015
A hit and run in your side of the hood
You celebrate because the one hit was trashy and no good
But someone at one time loved this lifeless scum
It is a dog eat dog society never sharing the crumbs
No ambulance chasers come around
Nothing here in this castle but thorny crowns
Somewhere out there, paradise must exist
Nobody claims the victim, another Jane Doe on the Morgue's list
Surviving the streets is another dimension
Out in the open there is so much tension
Trying to figure out a way out of this type of life
Not wanting to resort to the barrel or the blade of a knife
The dumpsters sometimes provide the food you need
Five are homeless, so many to feed
Who knows Detroit, Chicago, New York or LA
There are more out there than the Government puts on display
Very few shining moments, piled on by zero glory
This is a tragic all too familiar story
It all falls under a street wise democracy
Behind a Government that feeds on hypocracy
Keep the inflation and poverty at an all time high
It is easy for the President to hit the mute button on financial remote control to
silence their cries
Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008
Tossed to and fro
and here and there
By a world of cares
So much fear, it tears
Down to the last fiber of being
With no one
or no thing,
To give some kind of remedy
Just as these words are spoken
Deep inside, choking
Choking down the emotions, hold it in
Because these might be the last emotions, he’ll ever have again
Within, starting to grow,
More and more numb
No one to show him some
The lost one,
Tossed, by the worldly system
In this dog eat dog world
Where everyone is expendable
The lost one,
Soldiering, in search of peace
Up and down the streets
Can give me some relief
By any means is necessary
Whatever they may be
Be it God,
or be it guns
Whatever my choice may be,
I’ll own that
I’ve waited on you too long and,
The sun is setting
Now is the time
I’m tired of being lonely
Tired of being that lost boy
Waiting on you to find me, to hold me
Just hold it
Truth be told,
I just might be a lost cause
Just as a corpse-filled coffin,
Bracing a six-foot fall
I might be done
And if so,
Let that day come
Where mind and body’s at peace
No matter what race I’ve run
No matter what wrong I’ve done
Let it be known,
On my tombstone
I lived and died,
A lost one
Copyright © jordan brazell | Year Posted 2012
You fly your flags at half mast.
It make us feel right
to mourn our mistakes in life
Never let your flag reach full mast.
otherwise you forget what is a wrong thing.
Rather it be to resent your past and
Never succeed in this dog for dog world.
Copyright © william white | Year Posted 2008
A brine-eyed dog struts through my yard
Snuffling the pavement cracks
Its partner circles under guard
Behind its owners' absent backs
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2015
Today the beach yeilded giant coccoons and huge mussels
Massive butterfly coccoons made of fairy-floss sea fibre..
Coccoons of fine silk thread like seaweed spun tumbling
The shore breathing in and out with the gentle white noise waves
Huge mussells left gaping open marrooned on the wet sand.
A small playgroup is gathered on a flying kites for morning tea.
The toddlers squealing enthusiastically at the colourful kites
Yellow red and blue kites rose higher circling towards the sun
Seagulls swarmed near the dog bowl drinking its fresh water
A woman pushing a dog in a pram walked towards the beach
A man pushing a pram with a dog on a lead walked by...
Peering out from his pram was a dog too.."too old" said he.
Copyright © Mariana pavlich | Year Posted 2006
To be yourself
is all you can be.
Do you know that person,
the one inside?
Have you forgotten
or have you been
recreated by another,
all in the name of love!
Where you molded
into there image?
The dream is love,
in those arms,
you want to stay,
like a DOG stays
with its master!
Who are you man or dog?
Copyright © mark king | Year Posted 2006