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All About Leadership

I come to you with love in my heart
in you I place all my trust
joining you in your nature walks
lying close by your side at night

I sense your tension and panic
and stand guarding you from danger
for you I would give my very life
I cower not understanding your anger

As you shout at me I cringe at your feet
all I want to do is to love and protect you
now as we walk you are so tense
so once more you I protect

Confused when you jerk me back
and scold me for I know not what
then a calm man appears and explains
it is not me but you, I just need a pack leader

Cesar shows you how to step up
to be calm yet assertive
love alone he explains is not enough
no dog is born bad I just needed guidance

Now when we go out for walks
I now bound along happily
the tension that was is gone
thanks to that wise calm man 

a tribute to Cesar Millan and the work he does

Categories: millan, love, tribute, trust,
Form: Ode

Missed Poems

Her chest heaves 
in slow-burn motion
like pain etched on her clamped spine...
and deep into a night sighing death's nearness, 
brows mark a skull 
tattooed upon mementos,
while lungs attempt to wake frail twilight.
The skull resting on her head,
does it weep
for the finale of a once beguiled life; 
romancing tracks of her exalted journey ?


....................
Dr. Ram Mehta's Missed Poem

Frida Kahlo in Free Verse Contest
Sponsor: Cyndi Mac Millan
by: nette onclaud
*Painting: Kahlo's  ' Thinking
of Dying' --Clinging Unto Grey Fire (poem title)
http://www.fridakahlofans.com/paintingsyear05.htm

Categories: millan, courage, woman,
Form: Free verse

Pallettes of Herself

Dark glowing eyes, a hazel bun, well tucked 
and neat. Lips curve like shells in porcelain, 
Awaiting to express, her brave conduct 
That I could sense audacity, back when
Ladies bowed to men, such common duty.
Yet she possessed an ardent fire, heated
by graphic flair; sultrily chaste to be
among lords of glory. Oh, brushes red
Spill on fabric;  If I could but explore
Her sprezzatura dripping lush oil, while
I breathe her strokes. My heart needs not of more 
from galleries that hide a face beguiled. 

   My own dark eyes will memorize her hands,
   Sprayed by palettes of brilliant renaissance.

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*sprezzatura—an intricate display of elegance
 and wit—with a bold flourish.

*~ Though all of Anguissola’s self-portraits reflect 
her dignified essence, her work, "Sophonisba Angusola 
virgo seipsam fecit 1554", mirrors her deep desire to blaze
 a new trail in the world of arts and new feminism.
 I looked into her eyes and they spoke 
of some smouldering need to fulfil her destiny
 as a self-possessed,  creative woman way ahead of her time 
when  male artists ruled during the Renaissance.

~   Sofonisba Anguisolla: A Contemporary Sonnet
 For A Renaissance Woman... Contest

~Sponsor: Cyndi Mac Millan

~Poet: nette onclaud

Categories: millan, art, inspirational,
Form: Sonnet

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Wheeze of a Wind

Chilled wind in the *metro wheezed louder, shattered
The eyes and damped skin.  Thistles and grass blades
washed by gaping teeth and drenched. Haggard,
we were   troubled by piles of birds waylaid.
It is frost moment once more , frost moment
all along. The moon grew old too soon, bawling
through a crummy *playlist of blues’ songs
Like frail bowl torn. *Hunk of a wind ruled the scene.
It rode far into the dark sky’s legion, an energy
Fierce as tail whipping oaks and fallen spires
To wager a fight. Amidst a team of man and Luna, 
 Wild stomps of thrill reeled, and then called a ceasefire.
In gentle deed ,  it *gassed up fresh  clouds to open
With pleasure. As if, in the wheeze, nothing ever happened.


~ nature ~ 

Contest of Cyndi Mac Millan
Timeless Yet Contemporary, A Sonnet Thang
By nette onclaud

Categories: millan, imagination, nature,
Form: Sonnet

'my Dear Heart'- - - Constance

~ She fondly engraves her signature,’ My Dear Heart’
With poetry that paints pictures, a style setting her apart ~
Those hands gliding with decorative touches and lyricism
So vintage like her soul ~ a woman of depth and mysticism ~ ~

Yet ~ she is more than a top rhapsodist; she is a staunch friend
Inspiring me to dip the quill down to the gut; to soar, to bend
~For word scenes that are uniquely dramatic, funny or divine ~
And every chance we get online, she shares her love of all time

“This is how my day went," ~we laugh and frown about simple things
Making  cyber world so warm, a space of trust that sweetly sings ~
Though I may be a ‘young’ souper, it seems we understand each other
Accepting our moods ~ and rising above petty site issues, rather;   *

           ~
*Constance plods on while her melody swoons  on renowned pages
Hosting contests quite strict with rules; but that’s how she really is ~
And now ~  I search for her in the forest of my withering dear heart
~ Wishing she would spring back; oh, don’t you think she must?  * *

                                             ~ * ~

For Cyndi Mac Millan: Missing Souper, We Love You!
By nette onclaud

Categories: millan, friendship, introspection, love, love,
Form: Couplet

Changing An Error

I watch him mumble, lines of treble notes
Bones flinging on park so emerald clean
The old man droops, his shape a curving moat
Weary the shirt that covers marks unseen
Throwing bread crumbs to hide a balmy scene.
My eyes attack this figure‘s shade, rumpled
On dusky night when glows of moon cancel
Lost frolic, changing beam into a smirk
Raised temper glares at how his body leers,
Craning dry neck, I question stranger’s quirk.

For while he pined, cold hands in light remain
Through fallen wind and chill that rip them down
Stammering, pale voice rasps if his dog has lain
Upon the range to scout for food around
Eyelashes blink, my tears fall to the ground.
Blind is he searching for pet in depth of moans
I lift his arms, with gentle nudges intoned
“ Let me bring you to your own gate, dear Sir
Till your companion finds it way back home,”
He glides a smile, taming my heart’s error.

(c)


by nette onclaud
Do You Understand Contest of Cyn Mac Millan

Categories: millan, people, uplifting,
Form: Dizain

Addiction

Running out of air,
i see your despair.
But you
go Deeper
and deeper.
 
How long until
you reach bottom?
 
Come out for yourself,
from those dirty waters.    
You still have brothers.  
and your true self.
 
You cannot see clearly.
You have never been filthy.  
You still can endure.
Your heart remains pure

Angie Millan-Acosta

Categories: millan, addiction, depression,
Form: Rhyme

Rules, Boundaries and Limitations

Rules, Boundaries & Limitations 
is the cardinal rule of Cesar Millan,
alias the Dog Whisperer as he is also known.
If you practice Rules, Boundaries & Limitations with your dog regularly,
your dog will be a much more balanced companion assuredly.
I took advantage of Mr Millan's knowledgeable wealth,
but I practiced not with a dog. I practiced on myself.
Since applying my own personal Rules, Boundaries & Limitations,
I'm discovering myself to be a much more balanced man.
Thank You Kindly, Cesar Millan.

Categories: millan, animals, people, dog, dog,
Form: Rhyme

'bound For Mental Institutions'

Silk & Diamond, Kanye West,
Marcellus Wiley, Isiah Thomas,
Jason Whitlock, R C Maxwell,
Angela Staton King, Umar Johnson,
Paris Dennard, Darrell Scott,
Ben Carson, F Lee Francis,
Tammy Bruce, Mark Levin,
Jeremy Hunt, Charrise Lane,
Carol Swain, Felecia Killings,
Ben Shapiro, Tyrus,
Adam Carolla,
Kat Timpf, Winsome Sears,
Jennifer Ruth Green, David Webb,
Rob Smith, C J Jordan,
Bob Johnson, Vernon Jones,
Herschel Walker, Robert Maxwell,
Byron Donalds, Melik Abdul,
Paula White, Thomas Rodgers,
Raymond Jackson, Lawrence Jones,
Janelle King, Jessica Millan Patterson,
Jesse Lee Peterson, Karen Lake,
Randy Quaid and Jeff Sessions.

Categories: millan, political,
Form: Free verse