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Her eyes spoke of love beyond any comparison.
Simple glances she could speak volumes of words.
No language spoken by voice though much power,
Intently she was observant to her surroundings.
Graciously she painted concern with attitude.
Sometimes so sternly advocating her desires,
Strong and dainty from her facial expressions,
Strong and firm her deliverance was given.
Protector of family for eighteen years she gave.
Her mind was efficient and carried life high.
Not a companion a family member so dear,
She witnessed illness, took action quickly.
Strong mind but weakened body, driving forward,
Asking in her gaze, she told of needs and desires.
Her name, Heidi, a game she played when young.
Carrying it forward to daily actions she had won.
Hiding her eyes from anyone, no one could see.
Upon her face as she gazed back, unhidden now,
Was a glory and loving smile, with sparkling eyes.
She shall be remembered with such affection true.
Lost we are now without her presence each moment,
Quietness passes our days and nights without her walk.
No “Tick Tick Tack“as her paws use to tap the floor.
Missing her yawn upon her first wakeup each day,
Her presence no more still reminded by our hearts.
Her spotted coat remembered by all our surroundings.
Dalmatian by breed, Living Angel, now Angel in Heaven,
Upon a future time, we’ll be reunited, with a living Angel.

Written in Memory, for much more than a dog,
She was a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter, protector, friend, buddy, pal, neighborhood
watcher, along with so much more.

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On the Spot

On the spot
And in spots
I make it rain
Really big drops
Almost hail,
Break the ground
Winding down
From one spot
To the next
Connect the dots
And Make
A constellation
Put it all together
And we can see
A stellar dalmatian
Wag the tail 
My Imagination
Runs on and on
An endless conveyor
Factory of thoughts
A flower for yours
A cookie for mine...

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dogs that left faux paw prints extant within me life

dogs that left faux paw prints extant within me life 

lids black out and allow me to write
about a petty issue ye aye in vite
while eyes shut tight
bring back four legged friends sprite
and though many years passed quite
providing succor when psyche experienced a plight
just what the veterinarian doctor ordered - quite
I can remember those precious creatures who barked at night
howling at inaudible sound or invisible light
casting silhouettes that fight
punctured the air with verbal byte
where many stranger scared by ferocious sounding bark 
   which appeared stronger than their bite
and now I list long gone pets in alphabetical order – alright?
-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -
Baron – met his demise chasing a car on level road
the advantage overtaken per vehicle with greater lode
which accidental premature death code
found him buried in underground abode.

Georgie – a mix of boxer and dalmatian - grew up as my canine brother
essentially gave up the ghost from organ failure 
of one major vital source or another.

Lady – an off white german sheppard with ears chewed by horse flies
uncertain how, when or what led to her body to collapse
perhaps while listening to snoop doggy dog raps
found on base near first stair 
when rigor mortis set deathly traps. 

Ruff – one lame leg (damaged during his puppy hood) 
lived til olde age
an alpha beast o man’s and woman’s best friend 
with moments of rage
as applicable to a dog, 
and seemed to evince an intelligence like a sage.

Schultz – he apparently vanished in thin air
without a trace, not e’en a filament of fur like hair
hopefully taken in by another smart pet lover near
but who knows where?

Shadow – pride and joy of eldest sister, whose fate jill
ted after he succumbed, whence he became terminally ill
though diminutive for a black lab hill
always leave his absence as a void quite large to fill.

Socrates  - dealt harsh mistreatment - his puppyhood about
left him stricken with distemper, whence we surmised 
that he also suffered more'n one walloping clout
he got tossed out from a moving vehicle like trash, 
mine 2 sisters nursed him with tender loving care 
from his faux paws 2 a keen snout
which maintained his longevity no doubt.

Teddy – another throw away pet found at jacobsburg – 
near Easton, Pennsylvania
thee younger sister brought him home, 
where entire life he did stay
inherently evincing intelligence 
his happiness found lucky chance 
with me pop with whom pop he did grow old and gray
provided a doting owner this way.

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Glory



This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory

Freckled and spotted
She stood but a twig
Lost in a forest
Of abandonment

Tires and barbwire
Surround her by day
And at night she suffers
The coyotes cries, not far away

Left with no food
Or water to drink
She stands by a tree
And hopes for relief

Halter grown in
And hooves overgrown
Not a grain in that belly
And left all alone

Withering quick
She stands by her tree
And hopes a kind soul
Will help her to see

There is life still
No matter how grim
Things seem from beneath
This horrid, old tree

This halfhearted twig
Awaits her relief
As the days pass her by
And she writhes with grief

Her name is Glory
All freckled with spots
Like a giant Dalmatian
Trapped in this spot

At the end of her lead
She was finally freed
Not a day too soon
She'll now find relief

Halfhearted no longer
And happy at last
Whom once was a twig
Knows Glory at last

Halfhearted no longer
And free from that mess
Glory has found relief
At Horse Creek Ranch*

*Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.

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A RUSTIC VERMONT LANDSCAPE

The verdant leaves
of the cherry trees
rustle as a wagon
loaded with corn
rides deeper into the wide ruts
of a rustic road,
hungry ruminants wallow
by a limpid lake;
cheerful kids wave
and wagtails warble
at my unexpected arrival...
suddenly my Dalmatian barks. 

O jovial Autumn
incite my surprise,
and renew my decadent mood!
The grapevines rest
while giving off their fragrance,
and this weary steed
must rest in tranquility
to continue this journey...
before he pants-up grief;
and for mine and his sake,
let him get some sleep! 

A sanguine sky
promises the loveliest sunset
ever seen by me
in this rustic Vermont landscape;
thrushes sing with me
to embellish my harmony,
not minding the crickets that
conspire in the hickories,
or the fluttering hawks
that return to their nests.. 
  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Our Beautiful Baby

Her skin so soft with richness of love and affection so real,
The eyes of a debutante, which speaks volumes, I understand.
Legs so firm and powerful though they have weakened some,
A smile that shows such deep wisdom and talent surreal,
Indeed very smart she desires to lend a helping hand.
An original breed, which has a reputation for being dumb
.
She has an even temperament; though do not be fooled.
As a guardian of our home, she takes her masters tone.
I came into her life at a midpoint of her now age.
Therefore, she was already loved, adored, and strict ruled.
Her affection given to a child she may have never known.
At her beginning before, she had been treated in rage.

I am at loss to understand why the mistreatment was given to her.
Her stance shows that she had to have been a beautiful baby.
Her eyes still show the love she desires to give everyday.
A Dalmatian, a breed that is honored with spotted fur.
She is older than 18 years with deep affection she gives to me.
Joy and laughter, she gives friendship in every way.

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Star Wars part 2

She pressed a button on the console, the Mighty engines roared, the computer monsters flickered
as Moonblaster 5 space  soared

She said,  Cat Squad Eleven of  Moonblaster 5 , its  "All Systems Go"  Good Luck & Stay Alive
You all know your duties, the bones must be returned, to Feline Cemetery Interior 2, where they will be interned.

The speed was quite frightening as Moonblaster 5 flew deep, the stars looked like streaming lines and all appeared to meet

Star System six passed quickly, they would soon approach Eleven and once they passed Majestic Nine,  they would be in Seventh Heaven

Moonblaster 5 was cruising at monostronos Mach drew, there were not that many spacecraft could attain this speed its true, but speed was so essential if the bones would be saved, for if those dogs should gnaw on them,  they will meet an early grave

Feline bones are sacred, it is in the ancient script's , which sit at the feet of  "Good king Ben" at the top of "Mount Eclipse" the bones are not for dinner, it is sacrilege  and sin, if those bones do not come back,  let the 9th  Great War begin

Now the ship is on its journey, through the capsicord of time, beyond the milky plate n dish  and fishy paste state line, it bears north towards the Frisbee and past the Planet Poo, accelerating as she storms towards,  Dalmatian Galaxy U. There is a state of tension as she sweeps the tasty treat and  
Passes through Hopocolips and through the Red Fresh Meat, the colours are symbolic of the setter of the red as  they take a short worm hole and see Moon Alpha Seven ahead

What's that in the distance adjacent to "Mount King Cole" Oh No we may be too late, its a "Special Forces" dog bowl,  you can tell by the Insignia, a criss cross and a line and if you look more closer it has DOG BOWL on the side.

Suddenly there is chaos,  enemy dog toys are unleashed, a tennis ball tied to a rope gets tangled up beneath,  Moonblaster 5 does shudder,  Cleopatra screams out No! but the engine lets out thick black smoke and the ship begins to slow. She knows her days are numbered but she knows she has one chance and pulls a lead from within a draw, then takes a final stance

She hover mows down to the floor, where the Special Dog Unit stands and bravely edges forward with the dog lead in her hand. With a trail of aniseed balls leading to a cliff, she calmly shouts out Walkies and the dogs begin to sniff, now the dogs are caught in sniffdom, it is difficult to stop and sniff there way right to the cliff and then begin to drop

Cleopatra scoops the bones up and sends a message to her crew, Beam Me Up,  Scottie dog, beam me up, please do

The journey home is pleasant as they cruise  at Five Mach Throw, they all have time to sit right back and watch the Cosmic Show, with its blue's of bright red orange and thunderous row of star with Cat mint in the distance beyond the milky bar,  The moral of the story is you cannot mess with Cats, well not the one's that live in space and that my friend's A Fact.

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quadraphonic XXX

Mongoose can rarely tell the time. It is relevant to in flight formation to adjust the seconds using buffalo horns. Wild driving of a boat by a dalmatian on a sunset lake. Spots are great. They talk to the clown fish. And using wind wipers in dust is just not very practical. It just causes disturbance to the passing wings of gala bugs who gather in frequency at bull parades. But always at low altitudes as attitudes can be additional structures whose ******** is often not a purpose. Poach a duck? How absurd. Tree style formation in stamping flapping grinning hooded dance. Try not to fall into a biscuit tin when spinning. It is not very interesting. Shapes are ships and ships rise so don't contact Michigan mouse as it is unhelpful and uncaring and will not pack the apples into the correct pattern. Fear not. Feed not. Fraternity with frogs no no no. Potent is portrayal but powers stem from rocks and branches. Quadratic clouds. Symbology. *** quadraphonic *** hexagons'. Haha mishpah xxxx havens. *** clap.*** done. A sub consciousness soil erupting out then gone. Whoosh. ***

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THE STONEWALKER: An End Time Elegy

The historical Stone Walker sings gravedigger, dearth songs.
A warning: the End Times are approaching and almost upon us.

In a land called the Monongahela across the river and down highway 10 west to the northern part of New Mexico, the Rocky Mountains end. There in that place where midgets ride frail Dalmatian dogs and horses bray at pastel colored ghosts conjured by the hunchback mind of the historical Stone Walker the circus died. The Walker laughs skipping from stone to stone never falling, he never falls.

Cockfights flourish here in New Mexico and in this lethal game, as in life, the cocks slash each other over and over until one dies. Somewhere in the background John Lennon’s 'Imagine' reverberates in the halls of worship. Linda Rousey, the Champion, bloodied and battered, loses her first fight. Her soul died that night.

Jews sing prayers in unison. In the synagogue where they pray, dancers dance the 'Horah' to a Jewish dance step beguiling frogs in heat, stimulating all beasts to copulate simultaneously. Phalluses of Cro-Magnon meat meander through hairless vulvas slithering from genital to genital enticing lesser minds into libidinous fervor.

Metal drones, on a darkened landscape, obsessed with any target do not have the spiritual values of their makers who suspended them on the swastika of hope (their cross of nails). These flying mechanical robots kill faultless people that die screaming in pain; people's perpetual state of fear.

It is said strange apparitions and false prophets will appear at the End Times; snow will fall in the desert; rains and oceans will reach far and wide to swallow many lands; deformed people will be born and Evil with many deceiving, illogical, self-serving voices will distort Nature's dire distress with promises of God leading gullible followers to their destruction. Gabriel’s silver trumpet will play the final note that the whole world will hear.

Take heed, you who worship profits and the Golden Calf, do you think your wealth and comfort is assured forever? Are you sure there’s a tomorrow when today's tomorrow looks precarious?

The Stone Walker flits from stone to stone inscribing the Maya warning, "Beware of Tomorrow!"

If you detect Man's folly in all of this, then prepare; the veil is being lifted. The evil doers will be called out. The Apocalypse approaches quickly!

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The Pleasant Racket

That cheese and apple affect,
chaotic yells for morning
revolutionised
by the simple cup of tea.

With smiling echo's in grim passageways
of graffiti laughs,
concrete surfs
and chewing gums dalmatian.

Rackets of rain
like falling rivers
are the singing shouts of
ambient joy.

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9

Apt 9
Dalm 9
Cloud 9
Back 9
Train 9 
Watts 9
Star 9

Russell Sivey


*Apartment 9…Clothing line
*Dalmatian 9…Lowest number of spots on a Dalmatian
*Cloud 9…Highest point of elation
*Back 9…In golf, the back nine are the last nine holes of golf, usually hardest
*Train 9…Average number of whistles heard at an intersection
*Watts 9…Average number of watts a new light bulb has
*Star 9…Least number of stars visible when one star becomes visible (varies sometimes)

***Not all results are accurate, can't prove the results, poetic license!

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Z is for Zaria

The Magical Green Forest

Elegy for a Duchess

Paintin Place

Little Girls Heidi

Sunday at the Park

tug-a-war

The Old Red Barn

contest suggestion

Perception

GOD MADE NICE DESIGN

THE DALMATIAN'S MISSION

Star Wars part 1

Time Flies

Living Angel

On the Spot

dogs that left faux paw prints extant within me life

Glory

A RUSTIC VERMONT LANDSCAPE

Our Beautiful Baby

Star Wars part 2

quadraphonic XXX

THE STONEWALKER: An End Time Elegy

The Pleasant Racket

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