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Having a dog saved my life
when I was a young lad
a dog bit me
and I became terrified of dogs
and to some sense still am
but then many years ago
i had a dog
a husky dog
raised as a pupy
the dog though was half wolf
hated people watching him eat
I gave the dog to my sister
as she seemed to be able
to tame his savage heart
later my wife
had a beagle
and he saved my life
when I was recovering
from a broken heal
Jason was my constant companion
during those dark days
when I was afraid
that I would die
from the staph infection
the dog was smart
compassionate
and seemed to understand me
as I talked to him all day long
and afterwards I no longer
was afraid of dogs
as they were now
my friends
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The wind is blowing from all directions and the cloud is falling beneath the earth, the hills are standing tall and strong, and my heart is singing a merry song. I long for the days to come back again when we will be just like old friends, the shadows will dance with the moon and the stars will shine upon us.
I can feel the wind blowing in my back and an unfamiliar sensation moving up and down my new frock projecting a strange noise in the roof that brings joy and laughter in the atmosphere.
It is the howling sound that comes with the wind forcing mankind to pay double for his sin and nature rock you to and fro and catapults your mind all over the floor and when the moment has passed you sit still gasping for breath.
Th smell of roasted coffee beans seeps through the kitchen roof stirring my morning appetite and meddle with my midday delight. I struggle to bridge the gap between the coffee and the ice-tea and the early morning shoppers drain the energy out of me. They converge on the pavement next to the house and crowd the coffee shop in the corner. Discount coffee, strawberry doughnut galore, and cinnamon beagle pile up to the roof waiting on hungry buyers.
The crowd begins to swell and spills out in the street, and the dogs emerge out of hell pointing their long guns at the brawlers to control the swelling crowd.
Droopy eyes and hungry gut yawns before me, anxiously waiting for a cup of tea, the coffee shop finally opened, and the people form a line leading to their destiny. I have never seen such display of emotion before; it puts everyone on the dance floor.
My lips began to tremble, and heart begins to move and a song that has never been sang, a rhythm that has never been felt burst out my lips and the early morning crowd caught on to it and everyone start dancing, coffee cup in one hand and cinnamon and bagel in another.
Morning came alive and my emotion touches the sky.
I get on with life as a linguist
I'm a strong kind of person I like walking the dogs on Sundays
My Kitty charm
I love soul more than heart a strong kind of linguist
I like practicing guitar in the week after work
I like to contemplate your humanity heart
And when I start to daydream
You don't want to be Pekingese like me
My Kitty charm
I love soul more than heart some strong kind of linguist
Just stop you're casting now
I live my life as I am
Silent wow
Love is like the beagle
I need your tabbies
Come let's frolic and cuddle and chase
This ball of twine funny thing is you're always be mine
I love soul more than heart a strong kind of linguist
WoW
Meow, My Kitty charm
10/17/20
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
My uncle's farm lay nestled in the central Wisconsin hills
A beautiful location sure to cure this city boy's ills
So imagine my delight when invited to stay a week
During summer vacation, this was certain to be unique!
As we approached the house appeared a lumbering St Bernard
Whose regal name was "Caesar" skilled in protecting the front yard
If Caesar didn't know you he'd send you running for your life
His master's safe word left me slathered in drool, sticky and white.
Near the back door the gray feral cat "Bluebell" kept me in awe
As I reached out to pet her she became a Langolier buzzsaw!
Shaken but not stirred, I entered the house without further fuss
In the kitchen barking like a dog was their pet pig named "Gus."
Gus was running around the kitchen chasing after beagle "Snoopy"
Snoopy (primary herd dog), Gus (Snoopy's primary groupie)
When Snoopy springs into action they just leave him on his own
They know Snoopy will not return until all of the cows come home.
The yummy supper was comprised of the finest, freshest food
Sitting there quite satisfied and not wanting to appear rude
Said "I need to use the bathroom, is there one on either floor?"
First came silence, then laughter, "You'll find it outside the back door!"
It was night, pitch-black dark, there was psycho Bluebell's ghastly howl
Plus hosts of other nocturnal beasties surely on the prowl
Turning on the flashlight I made a beeline for the latrine
The visual and odors did not make an inviting scene.
Just like other things in life, subsequent "breaks" were not as bad
The fun on the farm the rest of the week left me very glad
I received hands-on experience in churning fresh butter
I milked cows twice daily by manipulating their udders
I rode the wide hay wagon pulled by the bright green farm tractor
I dropped hay bales, my allergies were the limiting factor,
Ending up with severe hay fever after only two days
The city boy jokes I had to endure left me in a daze!
Fifty years later I fondly reminisce about that week
My week on the farm, of which I now hardly find time to speak
There's joy in working a farm seeing the beauty of the land,
And the satisfaction that comes from working with one's own hands!
Hurry up! Barry the boorish bulldog urged Priss the poodle.
There are others here who want to unwind their noodle.
Is that surly curly still in the bath? Is she getting her legs waxed?
German shepherd’s temper was being severely taxed.
Move over a bit so I can reach the sink!
Said a beagle who was trying to get a drink.
The bathroom was filled up with dogs of variety of pedigrees.
They were hopping around on fat legs that had chased a good breeze.
How many more roommates are we going to get?
Yelped a blue heeler with sass who was throwing a fit.
The puppies barked, and the old dogs passed big gas.
All of them ready to leap around on some grass.
The beagle with a brown tail really stood out
for his high intelligence and good behavior;
he looked up to me as his rescuer and savior,
he was well-loved by me, he had no doubt.
I sought a related name for his sniffing cognition,
" Sniffer " seemed the perfect one I deemed;
very remarkable was his sensory perception,
I was stunned by this beautiful and gifted breed.
Out into the empty baseball field we often went,
I threw my hard ball and he caught it instantly;
I sat down and he ran to me breathing heavily
and licking my face, he smeared it with his scent.
The beagle with a long brown tail was rarely quite;
he had gorgeous eyes more brilliant than a lapis stone;
they winked and shone while I fetched his cookie bone...
many afternoons we chased rabbits to beguile time.
Entered in Laura Loo's contest,
" I Love My Pets "
Written on 1/ 24/2016
Cloudy and gloomy skies
spread out their clouds
to let sunshine occasionally peak
down the yellow fields of wheat!
A farmhouse stands alone,
it wasn't made of bricks,
but of mud and stone;
here any wind howls!
Isn't Heaven found
in the peaceful countryside
to escape the loud noise
and the visible smog?
It's such a perfect place
for that vagrant or a hog
to lay down without worries!
Groves of pines is the home
of ravens and hummingbirds,
there the caravans of gypsies
are parked along the dusty roads...
while a beagle chews on a bone,
and a grubby, adolescent boy watches
him while he plays chess with his friends!
Isn't Heaven found in the peaceful countryside?
No sirens and car honking can harm anybody's ears;
strolling along the avenues of any big city isn't safe
at night, people are scared to step outside,
afraid of encountering muggers and thieves...
is there a city safer than the countryside?
My wife picked up the phone and called her friend Lucy
Said we'll be in your haunts, we're coming to D.C.
"We found a hotel in Largo, it has a large pool
It will take our dog, and the kids don't have school."
Lucy replied "Largo hotels shelter many an illegal
"I suppose you picked it because it will allow your beagle
"Anyway, not all illegals are guilty of vice
DHS is cracking down, plus some are really nice."
"One point" Lucy added, "don't walk outside:
"Largo's poor, and lots of crime beside"
"And" said Lucy, don't park in the back of the hotel...
"Thieves will rip off your car, and parts they'll resell
"There's nice shopping, but a gang hangs out at the mall
"They sometimes get violent, but police are on call
"I bought shoes there, it's nice - oh if you take the train
"Just avoid the bad types, stay in your lane."
My wife is an optimist, she said Lucy was upbeat
But the devils in the details, I was white as a sheet
I switched our reservation to Rockville MD
Hard to believe that our capital is Washington, D.C.
I looked up Largo, its known as really bad
But many towns are runners up, it's really sad
I've been told by folks who visit Europe's east
They have safer, prettier cities, relatively at least.
The U.S. is a checkerboard, some squares are alright
But 40 percent of us fear going out at night
I used to think we were a center of freedom and right
But dystopia reins, the future's not bright.
Pitching electioneering, albeit Democratic ticket...
as 2020 presidential election nearing
pleading joshing, and endearing...
The choice for commander in chief dum...
dum... dum... dum..
will winnow down, thus
political prognosticator pundits
no longer remain mum
between Donald John Trump,
whose second term win,
would find yours truly numb
versus Joseph Robinette Biden Junior
could infuse flickering
uneasiness among electorate
(quite a few skool
of hard knocks alum
including yours truly),
who attests surfing cyber seas
as seasoned beach bum
up until this moment
feeling rather glum
regarding fate of American democracy
fizzling, muckraking, and sputtering
linkedin with kickstarting,
snapchatting, and twittering
along ever so ho hum
awaiting fateful deliverance
as dueling banjos strum
meanwhile irritable bowel syndrome
nsync with nausea
bubbling, gurgling, quickening
within collective tum
no doubt alleviated chugging,
guzzling, and quaffing
countless bottles Bacardi rum.
Nothing less at stake than (an ill eagle
feebly clutching cherished symbols - regal
representing land of the free and
home of the brave
analogous to once buoyant seagull
encompassing United States)
metaphorical snooping Beagle
only finding peanuts after landing
discovery (of America) triggering extralegal
imbroglios, which courtesy...
Thank manifest destiny
wrought accursed land grab,
where survival of fittest (think militarily)
nonchalantly, insouciantly actually
quite aggressively did nab
great juicy fruited plain continental slab
...to the mountains to the prairies
to the oceans white with foam...
where indigenous people
once stood tall and proud
applying contrived accoutrements,
which implements rendered mortally to stab
invaders, hence convenient plug to jibjab,
(while sack religious lame chap
donning unisexual hijab)
whale within poetic license
to orca straight heady
i.e. think lame muck cab
bra (even garnering groan from
ghost of captain Ahab)
denouncing cheesy pun,
whereby I (Stuart Little) best remain
as caged mouse
subjected to experimentation
within bore writ Tory lab.
A tiny mutt followed her home
She was not allowed to keep it
She was six, and not in charge
Her mother despised dogs.
When she was nine she was allowed Spot.
Spot spent his life chained to a house
Out in the yard during all the seasons
It made her sad, but she had no say.
When Spot died, she was in college.
Nineteen, she felt glad for Spot.
Spot finally got to romp and play
and be a dog in heaven.
At twenty she was married.
She began bringing dogs home.
She brought them home whenever she was sad.
She brought eight dogs home.
All different breeds
chow, husky, beagle, lab, mutt, mutt, mutt, and mutt.
She was trying to make up for Spot.
Never realizing there was nothing she could do.
It was never her choice.