Who admits he was born in a suburb
his life is a luster-buster
Even if he’s on the coast, of zero can he boast
his personality ~ milquetoast
Where does death take them
those whom you love,
the physical self remains,
the breath stops and eyes stare,
their hearts can hear you no more.
No movement. not a wink,
no they are not breathing,
although they appear to,
they will not raise their heads,
and call your name.
Those moments are gone,
and just will be memories.
tears just speak of the love.
but emptiness remains,
and those opportunities that may
have been and not have been fulfilled,
some precious happy moments,
are tokens of their life that was,
the physical form bereft of that
spirit that I knew.
Is that what we call soul?
We shall never know.
The mystery will remain.
wonder where death has taken them.
On the passing our much loved Buster,
So hard to let go sometime!
Written 27/02/2024
Ever since you appeared on my front porch, you became my feline friend.
We have taken care of each other for the past seventeen years.
You have become ill.
Your regular vet says there is nothing more she can do for you.
She suggested a specialist for an ultrasound and possible surgery.
There is no guarantee of a cure.
At your age, I don’t think it’s fair to put you through this.
As you currently have no pain and are acting like yourself.
I will keep watching for any sign of distress.
I love you but, I think in a while, I will have to let you peacefully pass.
Buster, I will miss you always.
My brother and I sang the Buster Brown song
When we FaceTimed today; we both knew
Every word about Buster and Tige,* who belong,
As the jingle explains, in a shoe.
Certain memories stick and remain in my head
From my childhood, a lifetime ago,
And though I can’t remember a book I just read,
This old tune, from the 50’s, I know.
It’s amazing to me how the brain seems to file
Certain info that I can retrieve,
But it runs out of room and so, after a while,
Newer facts pay a visit, then leave.
*Buster Brown was a children’s shoe company.
Buster was a little boy and Tige was his dog.
A picture of them both was inside the shoe.
dwindled rupee nearing untenability
is economy bubble buster
the deadly shift to disorder era
chinese hacked networks, websites
is technology bubble buster
the deadly shift to disorder era
corona times is
india bubble buster
the deadly shift to disorder era
My old dog was yellow
and a good fellow
but died mellow
If I some how see him again
I will know then
that everything will be zen
But for know I cry
because I have to apply
that my dog said goodbye
I know how
becauseI had to allow
that he got put down now
Buster was my best friend
but his end
left me in the deep end
Buster
I'm beat up like an old dog.
My name is Buster.
I think I'm 84 in your years.
I have stories that would curl your toes!
I've had good luck and bad.
I've been with lovely bitches
and bitches from hell.
I limp from a go cart incident
but I refuse to let it define me.
I've known cruelty and kindness.
I hope for a painless death
and a fair judgement in the end.
oh delicious, thick, gooey, rich and layered hot fudge,
And loads of peanuts on the bottom and layered to the top;
Finished with silky whipped cream and more fudge,
Eight inches tall with mounds of soft vanilla ice-cream.
Oh the rich melting hot fudge mingling and dripping,
So sweet and ridiculously good on a sizzling summer day;
A treat to-die-for, so heavenly yummy and decadent,
Of course after, you may need a little nap to recover.
Oh and dream and dream of that cold velvet ice-cream,
Divine, exquisite, delightful, the frostiness swirling within;
Such a vision, and a beautiful desire that must be fulfilled,
I find myself saying, Peanut Buster Parfait, please.
______________________
September 19, 2015
Verse
For the contest, All That Melts In Your Mouth, sponsor, Olive Eloisa Guillermo
First Place
Two years together have flown right by,
Growing and sniffing the entire country side,
I'm still waiting for the day when you don't get sick on the way,
especially with how happy you are for a Sunday's slow drive-away,
You've put your weight on,
and jump pretty high,
Especially when the milk bone is gonna get inside.
I have to say that you make me feel good,
You want nothing but some love,
or a gentle pet on the back,
a little more room with me to take a nap,
I wonder if you know how much room you actually take?
for my Beagle Buster Boy snoring away!
I would never think it would be that much too,
But then again it feels absolutely great sleeping next to you,
Nothing against the cats in the room,
If that's your thing,
I get your grove,
But for the money give me a dog,
One which is brown and spotted with white,
one with floppy ears that almost hits the floor and drag at night,
A hound of some type,
Preferably a Beagles,
They love to hang out,
on the porch,
outside all the day,
sitting loyally,
knowing something will drop on the ground to eat....
Right there at his buddy's feet.
.
We once had a rooster named Buster
Whose aggression caused quite a fluster,
So the old chopping block
Arranged him for soup stock;
And the rest of him, a feather duster.
(The Beginning)
Many, many years ago – when I was only ten,
Times were so much happier - life was simpler then,
No problems met with me each day
My role in life was to run and play.
And destiny was just a word
I never used and seldom heard.
My youthful days were never spent
In worry over food or rent.
But fate will always have its say
In all things meant to come our way.
And something lacking in my life
Was often causing major strife.
Loneliness would follow me
Though kids galore were there to be
Playmates during times of need
When something caused my soul to bleed
Then fate employed parental love
And called on heaven up above
To let something play the part
And still the aching in my heart
Well, heaven knew how kids are made
And knew what caused my joy to fade.
So, early on one winter morn
A little spotted pup was born.
He’s grown into a faithful friend
And many joyful hours we spend
Just knowing that the love we share
Whenever needed will be there.
Dogs are of a special breed
And always fill some special need.
I'll cherish always that special day -
The day that Buster came to stay
John Posey 12/04/12
Written by Gail DeBole
Phillip Buster could fluster a room -
Full of men whose anger ballooned
When came his turn to speak,
Congress snored for a week,
All dreaming he'd peter out soon.
Note: Illustrated in Coloring within the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other retail websites.
Gail's note: Filibuster - Type of parliamentary procedure.
Right of the individual to extend debate allowing the lone
member to delay or prevent a vote on a proposal. -Wikipedia
With eyes so big and innocent
all he sees is joy
brings me so much pleasure
he's my Buster Boy
Such a mellow little fellow
the world is his playground
always keeps me smiling
whenever he's around
Quick to give his lovin
run his tongue across my face
it's his way of telling me
no mutt can take his place
(This is a true story)
Buster was my cat and he was the best.
He died this morning and I'm depressed.
My cousin gave him to me and I was happy to get him.
He was a loveable cat and I'll never forget him.
I got him in 1996 when he was just a kitten.
When I saw him for the first time, I was smitten.
It was hard to say goodbye.
His death brought tears to my eyes.
He was solid white and he was fat.
Today I lost a truly wonderful cat.
the crack in the wall
spoke of only left ended
and the deisal way
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