stubbed toe / during a broken heart—
you said pain is pain, offered to kiss both.
we nursed the plot of a favorite episode,
argued over what constituted foreshadowing.
talking to you about the view was mostly talking to myself;
you liked cliffs, I liked what they overlooked.
on vacation with the lube,
you forgot to pack anything else.
we ate wasabi from the tube like astronauts.
being vegan, you protested animal rights
while wearing leather—not ironically.
I said nothing, ate a pork bun in your honor.
alive with wanting, horny as new hormones,
we ordered room service, slept instead,
called that a success.
our fifties came early—
you there before me, always a decade ahead
in age, on trends, with grief.
neither of us knowing we’d need
a language for this back then.
An American legendary comedian and actress
Now smiles on new stamp of USPS
A long-lived fellow born in Illinois
With perpetual charm and glamor, oh boy!
Betty Marion Ludden-- her real name
Her screen role and contributions brought her fame
First woman who produced the American national TV show
A sitcom star with various awards, still to mention below.
For almost seven decades on vast screen appearances
Brought world-wide entertainment, great happiness
From radio, starred on TV productions and variety shows
Game show host icon and on Emmys--winning awards snow!
Considered as Guinness World Record Holder
For Longest Career on Female TV Entertainer
An author of six books, some with audio, a talented writer
Her charity works advocated animal rights, so remarkable!
we walk alone as the time commends
as the need arises as the love fulfills
mother of each day’s world
I have engaged in intimacies before
holding a cat as he died
a child with a sore throat
sitting in court beside a scared twenty year old
going to jail for freeing a pig
what seems to be a mistake is often
a brave step into situations which
prior to this
had appeared unapproachable
but things look strange only when the full pattern is lost
chant to fear, encompassing it in wholeness
align outer with inner
and give yourself new names each day
horse-that-walks-in-darkness
spirit-who-flies-above-clouds
and become eternally new
love sits high on old crooked legs
and recycled gold paint from the dumpster
after so many years
after animal rights
after finding love
I write the Book of Hours
for life gets more archetypal at the end
and old age is not a disease
accepting this we round the circle
into the hexagram of Peace
Wild life some guard with their last drop of blood,
Save God should want to waste it with fierce flood:
I have in mind white men, sometimes, funny,
Quick to buy strange theatre with money…
Arrest and imprisonment for poachers.
They would no longer sell to keen butchers;
Hard labor behind bars as teacher;
When one is out Criticizing Preacher…
Earth’s Richest Wild Life: Madagascar!
Black wounds inflicted on her White Man’s Scar,
White worries over wild life Extinction,
Quite happy to, here, make a distinction…
His posture lesson-rich revelation:
One does not risk vague regeneration.
Sure, he is watching Nigeria’s Game Reserve
And could fight for what their members deserve:
Neatly, his clamors for Animal Rights
Killers’ daily intrusions mandate flights!
Yet, the wildlife whites like, to some a knife:
A giraffe at noon enjoying tall life
Before dark losing it to lion’s strife:
A pride of them killing both him and wife!
Get Thee Up is an old way
Of saying Giddy Up, latter-day.
I rather like the original best,
Although Giddy Up has stood the test
Of time.
Cowboys and Horsemen use this still,
It seems to fit the bill.
As horses have got to know,
Giddy up means go.
If they do not go fast enough,
The horserider gets tough.
And uses a whip to strike the horse,
Of course,
It should not be allowed,
The Animal Rights crowd
Maybe one day will win,
As this is a sin and a crime,
Perhaps this also will change with time.
Animals forced to do man's fatal, dirty work
Penalised by the superior species
Men without sanity, crazy, berserk
Dogs delivering bombs get blown to pieces,
Animal mascots, monkeys, pigs, cats
Bat bombs fall, canisters with parachutes
Explosive grenades stuffed inside dead rats
Mules carrying goods, war tank substitutes,
Animals feel pain, depression, dreaded fear
Extreme injuries, wound camp training day
No animal rights, cheap lousy career
Hounds carry notes with messages to relay,
Animals in war forgotten victims ~
Lest we forget we sacrificed millions
Let it go
And burrow little one
Make your home at the base of the willow...
If you've ever watched that anchor on TV
You should know about the abuses they face
Such a downtrodden yet friendly race
I feel a hunger, its a hunger
To see them finally rise
And look up the bright blue skies
Crying on the corner
I know there is nothing I can do
Back to their holes they must run into
My soul proclaims the recession
The prairie dogs shall be victorious
And holding their small hands we shall walk glorious
If chicken soup is for the soul,
Where does the chicken's soul go?
When all the soup's drained from its bowl,
What sort of life did that chicken know?
Turkeys~A Love Story
Ah! Realizing his end was near,
Tom Turkey went out hunting for a little dear.
He found her, and a hot number, she!!
It was love at first sight, under a
gorgeous pine tree.
They studied God's heavens and the scented
tall pines.
"Hen turkey, you are mine....all mine."
Barely had he said these words,
when he realized into the woods they must hide.
Trembling under low bushes and trees, gobbling
softly, too.
Dreaming they'd be spared not end up turkey stew.
Two defenders of animal rights found the two, hiding.
"Fear not, we will save you from your end.
Come now, our truck is around this bend."
With gratitude and joy they followed.
Knowing on Thanksgiving they would not be killed,
cooked and by human teeth, gnarled.
They lived as pets for many years.
(Did you know turkeys loved to be
petted?)
Tom and Hen had many little ones, too.
Their progeny will not be eaten by
anyone. They are loved and cherished till
this very day.
By that loving couple who whisked their
parents...,,,,
fFrom death's door,safe, loved and away!
November 26, 2019
All horses and hounds alert,
when the horn blows!
The chase is on, where to?
Nobody bloody knows!
Illegal is the sport,
everybody is on edge.
A fox runs for it is life,
as a horse is whipped over a hedge.
The law stated clearly
that live fox hunts were banned!
They ignored it because animal rights
in their mind do not stand.
Their other way around it
was to capture the red fiend.
Then instead release him later,
claiming he had not just been freed.
‘He was simply in the way’ they say,
‘the dogs picked up the scent!’
‘Can’t tell em to stop you see,
they will not listen or relent!’
Drag hunts are an option,
but of course this will not do.
Blood-lust is their poison,
as is destroying the land they run through.
At the famous Folies Bergère
all the dancing girls fell sick
No one to entertain the tourists
who wouldn’t get to see high kicks
The manager of the venue
thought so long and very hard
He unchained the dancing bears
that lived in the tiny back yard
They went through their routine
since they’d not performed in years
They were absolutely step perfect
the manager was moved to tears
The polar bear and brown bears
became a massive hit on stage
All the dancing girls got sacked
dancing bears were all the rage!
But the animal rights campaigners
set up petitions on a Facebook group
It was deemed that the act was cruel
and disbanded the dancing bear troop
The high kicking girls were re employed
See them can can the whole night through
The dancing bears are now retired
They’ll end their days in the local zoo
Bring on the dancing bears contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
3/18/19
Lawrence Strauss, based on The Nazarene by Sholem Asch
The Rabbi saw in the hand of a man an awl,
Such as a driver would use to pierce an animal’s skin,
And not let the wound be healed,
But whenever the creature refused to move
The driver would stab the awl again into the raw flesh.
The Rabbi took from the hand of the man the awl.
Treat others how you would like to be treated,
That is the Torah and the Prophets, a
And if treating others well is bound to those who may repay,
Are you different than the unbelieving,
who expect the return of what they have lent? b
But you, love, and put no bounds on your love,
As your Heavenly Father puts no bounds on His. c
And every beast belongs to God,
And He hears the cries of the beasts, d
When God entrusts a beast to a man,
The man is held to account, e
So when a man torments a beast,
The Holy One will want judgment.
As a man gives mercy, God gives mercy. f
a Matthew 7:12, b Matt. 5:46, c I Corinthians 13:7-8, Matt. 5:48, d Psalms 50:10, 147:9, e I Cor. 4:2, f Matt. 7:2
Anyone who associates with,
this Animal Rights (semi retired) active Activist,
does so very dangerously at your own risk,
because I am on my government's Holocaust List,
so if you associate with me,
to however small or great degree,
you're in danger of being placed on that list also, right along side with me,
and right now my government knows that you are giving this a read.
You Have Been Warned Everybody.
Capon
Capon roasted...served with
Citrus-Sherry Jus--Ah!
Consommé Virginia
Covers the Country Ham;
Cherry-smoked Foie Gras, then
Christmas Pudding ablaze...
Comely cocks cry out: Foul!
©deborah burch
12.15.16
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Pleiades Form--listed as verse
Christmas Capon (Chapon;Fr.) Dinner;
*(A capon is a rooster/cock who has been
"fixed"/neutered;
And foie gras is goose liver...at one point Chicago
had banned foie gras from restaurants,
over animal rights ...)
They cannot speak for themselves you know.
Although in certain ways they try.
I get enraged when I see them harmed.
Some hurt them but I don't know why.
These creatures bring our planet joy.
Their rightful place is here on earth.
Though cruelty festers in dark hearts.
We should be humbled by their birth.
Fascinating to watch and observe.
Out in the wild or in our home.
There's so much we could learn from them.
Even those that go out to roam.
When I see some human acting evil
kicking an innocent creature or worse
makes me want to inflict pain;
give them a beating, shout and curse.
I'll do what I can for animal rights.
Someone has to be their voice.
We need to speak up strong and clear.
Justice for animals is my choice
written 9/8/2015 by Deb Wilson
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