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I can see the smiles all over your face and something is telling me that you have found a new date, what could be so revealing when a new year’s resolution throws you all over the place, you walk by in a hurry with a pleasing personality and there is something so different about you it is as if your long-awaited dreams have come through.
Your spirit is bold, your steps are firm, and you are ready to take on the world. I can’t tell if it’s real because I am viewing it from the side of my computer screen.
Some things look larger than life and what you see on the screen can be very deceiving. I can put on an eye glass on your face, and I can change the color of your race, I can make you look younger and make you look stronger with the technology in my fingers.
I can see your smile evoking pity with the divine and there is something different about you that cause everyone to click when you start a conversation, you have that mesmerizing voice, baked in the spirit of manipulation and if you asked for a wish, I would tell you that you already have it in your dish.
There is something that is different about you that cause me to think, It is the way you maneuver your body when you stand at the kitchen sink, the brief flash back moment you had holding the umbrella and standing next to the natural juice vendor at the street corner.
I kept seeing that image everyday with you holding the mug on the StreetSide and the rats running around in the bushes and the dogs barking in the streets. You can lip sing in South Africa and your voice can be heard all the way in America, you can shout from the back bushes with the same voice and the sound can come out from someone else’s mouth, let the ventriloquist tell you what it is all about, some voices are deceiving not everyone can sing the amazing grace hymn.
More than a century ago when civilization was just getting out, men of valor walked upon the face of the earth searching for an answer; they got it quite alright, but they had to put up a long vicious fight and then they walk around the bewildering town scattering garbage all around trampling the dignity of the city to the ground and the earth began to shake.
I can see the smile on your face, it’s as if you are holding up the entire human race; your heart is big, your spirit is bold but deep down the wounds are festering in your soul.
Tito is my cute little friend
He is none other than a dachshund
He guards our yard and our little home
And around the house, does merrily roam
He barks when strangers come
When barking, he sounds like a hollow drum
He growls when he sees Kitty cat
But wags his tail at my sight
Tito, my dog, and Kitty my cat
Each of them is our beloved pet
Sad, they are never friends and always fight
Snarling and growling at each other’s sight
Of all her feed, Kitty loves milk
Her fur is tawny and soft as silk
Tito with sleek waist and drooping ears
Always prefers to roam outdoors
We bring them up with tender care
Though often fight, they are a charming pair
Without them life will be quite dull
Both, in our hearts, we fondly cuddle
November.3. 2022
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We once owned a little mutt named Genie
on occasion we called her Genie Panini
we tried not to feed her table scraps n' stuff
but then again, I had her heart on my cuff
so once in a while, we gave her little bits
to keep at bay her continuous barking fits
Each night hubby would eat a bowl of cheerio
while watching T.V. or listening to the stereo
Genie watched intently eyes peeled to the bowl
the ritual worked well, for she never stole
he gave her 1, there was nothing she could do
so she crunched it while she lay beside his shoe
One day hubby went to answer the door and left
Genie hopped on the couch and left him bereft
she ate all the cheerios but she did leave him one
when he returned he saw an empty bowl no fun
He'd been outsmarted by a funny little Shih Tzu
with Pomeranian smack, who knew what to do.
Moral of the story: Never trust a dog, when it comes to food.
Feb. 7, 2021
Needing desperately my time on the porch
The cloudy days have gloomily encroached
Upon my emotions so that I could cry the tears
Equal to the rain that is pouring down around
The sun has already risen
Hidden behind dark gray
Blanketed clouds weeping
Moisture on all the ground
The only gold to be seen
Is the golden Helianthus Maximilianii
Prairie Sunflower that blooms
It definitely has to be the sun
On a day like today
The trees are holding
So much moisture
That the leaves weep
Onto the saturated ground
Is God weeping
Over the whole world
From his throne
In the third heaven above
So much is wrong
Moral decay
People lost for what
Life is all about
People feeling that
There is no hope
That all is lost
Financial ruin for many
The rooster still crows
And the crows are
Crawing from a different
Locality far away
There are dogs
Barking down
Across the creek
Where the fighting roosters stay
Like there is something
Wrong down there
Maybe a hungry Bobcat
Or wild dog herd
Responsibility calls
Need to go and leave
The peace and comfort
Come down from the mountain
Form:
Dear doggy friend
Where are you now?
It's been a while
I miss you, how
So loyal and cheery
All the time
You'd never moan
Or whinge or whine
(well maybe a little)
That tail of yours
Would always send
A signal, so every heart
Would mend
You loved your food
Your walks and scratches
Your presence such
No human matches
I miss that chin
Upon my lap
Attentive to my
Human lack
I miss that crazy
Mad half hour
To save our faces
Turning sour
I miss you barking
At the waves
I miss that welcome
Every human craves
I miss the fetching
And the fun
I miss those moments
Every one
So when my time
On Earth is done
And heaven calls
This wayward son
As gates swing wide
Your face, a bone;
There's none I'd rather have
To welcome home
If I could but feel!
I would feel the warmth
of the sun upon my old,
cold, featureless face....
If I could but touch,
I'd touch the grass I lay on
and revel in its texture like
a little happy king....
If I could but smell,
all the flowers of the world
would be mine: roses and
daisies and even orchids
would be endless delight....
If I could but hear,
then all nature would be
my own symphony--
the birds rejoicing,
the bees buzzing,
dogs barking, even
rolling thunder, all
a continuous music
to my soul....
If I could but see-- ah,
what would a stone see?
The ever breathing beauty
of a world of color and life?
Or would I see its slow and
merciless unraveling by that
other sentient being, burning
its forests and dumping what
cannot be dissolved in eons
into proud, awesome oceans?
But I would treasure my
newfound mind and seek
to thank the Being that
could make even a stone
see and feel and hear and
think and even, in time,
perhaps love....
O, how then I would pity those
born with eyes and ears yet
unable to see Life or hear God,
living their lives scurrying about
like blind, deaf and dumb rats
while the eternal Light bathes all.
[posted February, 2020]
He found her farm but not the barn door
he came so close to entering her barn door
on the other side was his, once, loving rose
iridescent petals yearning to be plucked
he had come so far, to be so close
he had passed the barb wire fence
the barking dogs
her father standing shotgun
the five little hogs
the chickens and roosters
mama standing with her broomstick
laughing birds and goats
all the stops and bricks
yet he couldn't get to her, to her
when he spoke she would walk away
her fiery eyes with coals of fire
he couldn't get the sun of day
he knew he was yesterday's toast
he then left her farm, sucking his will
on a long dusty road, he looked back
at the farm in the distance, especially her mill
connie pachecho
2/5/17
Above the threshold of the door of death, I stepped
To walk into a new and welcoming golden light
Reflected off the stones of an ancient Etruscan hill
Of a ruined mining hamlet where the air was fixed and still
Here in a forgotten unsuspecting hidden rock cliff village
Where bales of hay and giant weeping fading sunflowers
Line up against broken wooden farm yard fence and wall
A resurrection and renewal was about to take place for all
Unknown to the constant follies of its blinded peasant men
Unbothered by the benign barking of mud-covered hunting dogs
Or troubled by the perversity of the crimes of its puerile troop
This god forsaken land was about to be visited by the hand of God’s truth
The sounds of terror of the distant crucifixion still heard yet muted
Silenced by the overlooking Appennine peaks covered in snow
And caught in the thick vegetation of the vines and olive grove
Where once living saints still wander chanting hymns of praise and love
Here the voice of salvation was to flow into an eternal harmony
And enter into a human heart to realize its providential purpose
Where money would no longer matter, abundance promise reached
In the wink of a ray of sunlight in the dawn of the new year’s infinite glow
The first lesson learned from a Chihuahua
was that I must please God at all cost.
I had no idea there would be a second lesson.
This time the Chihuahua was not talking by
barking.
The master has two areas they allow him to freely
roam, and the other areas are off limits. Gates
are installed in each area. But like we often say,
"Boys will be boys". Well, it's also true that 'dogs
will be dogs'. In other words, they will break rules
whenever they can.
On the same day of my first lesson, there was yet
another lesson from the Chihuahua. I observed him
attempting to leap over the gate in his master's
bedroom. He leaped once and then twice before he sat
for a while and began to analyze the gate, its size
and height. He was focusing on the relativity of his
leaping ability to the dimensions of the gate. He leaped
again, but failed. The Chihuahua soon learned that his
master was smarter than he and decided to stay put.
Yet again, God spoke to me through a Chihuahua by way
of his leaping legs. The message was crystal clear.
Just like the Chihuahua keeps trying to leap over
the gate and fails, but keeps trying. Just like
the Chihuahua who pauses, ceases, analyzes, scans
the dimensions, gathers data; and once again, takes
a giant leap and fails, but keeps trying. In like
manner, I must keep listening, looking, focusing.
I must not worry about winning and losing, about
success or failure. I must trust, and when I sense
that the timing is right, take the giant leap, even
if the conventional wisdom and data say that I will
never clear that gate.
How do you like that? There I was engaged in the
business of cleaning a client's home who had a
Chihuahua who speaks to humans by barking and
leaping. Who would have thunk it? What will
God think of next?
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Wrong move, wrong move,
Gun in hand barking strong
Knocked the lady with basket in hand,
Her only wrong, is to feed her throng
King man that's wrong,
Pretending you don’t understand
Wrong move, missiles flying, children dying, family crying
Black attacks black, this is no shock, it’s coming from way back
Wrong move, what are you trying to prove
King man that’s Delusion and we are not listening to radio fusion, so there should be no confusion
Refuse man to be used man, people are not amused
man,
You walking with gun in hand making ghost, is that your plan
Wrong move, make no excuse, Sniffing dope without hope,
head mad no good
Snuffing out lives in your neighbourhood
One day the table will turn man, don’t wait until there’s no return man
King man, immerse your mind in positive vibes to stay alive man
Making ghost is not a joke so show remorse
Violence is a curse man, not to be nursed man, or it will get worse man
Reverse the hearse man, the only wise plan to keep the earth alive man
Karl Goulbourne