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Skating in the Clouds
She ice skates, now in the clouds.
Her figure eights wow, all the heavenly crowds.
She is amazed as the crowd continues to grow.
New, to heaven, God pleases them all with additional,
sparkling white snow.
The new arrival, misses family and friends.
But she will see them here........when they
complete their earthly ends.
She does the axel, with ease, it does her heart, good.
The triple lutz wows all her neighbors in heaven hood!
She notices something small and dark, approaching her
with speed.
Madelyn jumps for joy, it is her long lost cocker spaniel,
Sparky, her pet who fulfilled her young girl needs.
Now, comes her husband, Air Show Jim, as young as the
day they met!
Madelyn is thrilled to be once again with her husband and
her furry pet.
This poem is no epic nor does it intend to be.
Just me, Pangie, hoping to skate one day in heaven with
my cousin Madelyn, most joyfully!
In memory of Madelyn McKay
Entered Heaven’s Gates
12/7/2021
12/10/2921
I have love goddesses all over my house
Because they are my cartoon paintings and I love them
They give me joy and happiness and joy.
This one has the cutest hair – pink and purple.
She has the seventies vibe, which pervades most of them.
The word love makes sense because of my feelings
I always paint my feelings into each canvas.
The cocker spaniel is in honor of my own Sophie Helen.
She likes to lay on the floor passing gas as I paint.
Flowers, hearts and stars are all over my walls.
I cannot get past them; they are included in so many.
I am like Monet and his trees. Paint the same painting six hundred times.
Luckily, I am left alone to do this.
No one disturbs me, or comments as I continue my obsession.
I love my goddesses; they surround me and comfort me.
Happy National Dog Day, PS!
Beagle, boxer, poodle, pug,
Airedale, cocker spaniel, terrier,
Shiatsu, pom, or something furrier,
Pedigreed or cur-ish mug,
Dogs make our lives ever so much merrier.
We pick up after, poof, and pamper them,
But, never like our kids,
Do we with the Ten Commandments try to hamper them.
Consider how they often make us break with number Seven,
And other blasphemies they might incur if there were Eleven.
But for all their sins they make amends
With apologetic eyes, and ingratiating grins.
We try holding out, but in the end,
A sloppy kiss, first us then them,
A wag, a hug, and we're best friends again.
Bleeding vampire turns baby girl
He didn't want to, but she insisted
He thought she was too young but she begged him to do it
His mother was horrified; the neighbors mad.
Her mother was angry at him forever after,
And he was perpetually being chased down by her angry angry dad
That is what we do, baby girl said, smug and happy.
She was his little vampire sidekick, all smart and snappy
They ran through dreams at night, Bleeding Vampire and Baby Sue
They turned other babies, and toddlers, and an old lady too
The old lady was not tasty; they fought over who had to do it.
Baby Sue would not, so BV finally took a bite. and nearly blew it.
Old woman neck taste is putrid. The after puke stays in for a week.
Baby girl bit the woman's cocker spaniel, and made the guy squeak
They are now running in a pack, BV, BS, OW and Doggie Mite
You'd best hide under the covers, for they have your address tonight.
Our cocker spaniel Sophie had a stroke
She could not lift her head or drink water
Even after we poured some out onto the floor
We had no choice but to take her to a vet
And have her put out of her misery
Our other dog Buddy looked for her for awhile
Buddy now sleeps where Sophie used to sleep on the floor
When I am in my bed, I often feel an animal curl into the small of my back
I reach around to give a pet, but this is an angel dog
This is where Sophie always used to sleep when she got up on this bed
So even though she is supposedly gone
She is still here; I have the feel of her as proof
It gives me comfort as I feel her push into the small of my back
Death has separated no one
Sophie Helen our cocker spaniel pooch
Loves nothing better than a tiny little smooch
She can hear the ham container the second it pops
Jumping to the top of the couch; her wiggle never stops
We laugh that she can hear a candy wrapper a mile down the road
She loves sugar, beef, and table scraps; she is such a funny toad!
Her best trick by far is running with her stuffed duck in her mouth.
She grabs him for courage, when things seem to turn south.
The duck is called “her baby” and we laugh about it a lot.
It is decrepit, falling apart, with a broken neck, surely distraught.
But it is her baby and she comes running inside
To get it in her mouth when other dogs would be looking to hide.
We see her run back out through her dog door so quickly.
The duck’s head is bobbing, it’s eyes glazed and thickly.
Sophie Helen is our guard dog. She barks strangers away.
Gets so angry at the delivery guys each and every single day.
Another trick she has is the trick to fall asleep everywhere.
On a rug, bare wood floor, bed, couch, or towel covered chair.
Her little dog tongue, lolling out of her mouth, showing pink.
She looks quite dead, but her snoring is loud and succinct.
We adore this little pup, she is our baby, tis true.
If you came to visit, she would be so barkingly angry with you.
Until you had been here two seconds, then she would be in your lap.
Cuddling up in sweet friendship, taking her sweet doggy nap.
The Tramp Persona
Who was this boy, a pauper born?
Existing in despair and continual forlorn
Scandalized, accused of communist sympathies
Encompassing both adulation, and social controversies
Charlie Chaplin how can I take you seriously?
Chucklesome slapstick injecting tragedy
Awkward, little mime tugging at the heartstrings
A cathodic empathy he brings
of all those around him, a famous clown
A wiggled walk, a cane, a grin, a frown
The Great Dictator, as plain as black and white
In the struggles against misfortune, the tramp persona typified
A virtuoso kid he found at a hall by chance
A four-year-old child, he saw him dance
A gift he gave to us, a sharing alliance
The Tramp who mastered the power of silence
I was hardly aware of a crisis because we lived in a continual crisis; and, being a boy, I dismissed our troubles with gracious forgetfulness. —Charlie Chaplin, on his childhood
Marylin Monroe “She was a tramp.”
Without her contracts at 20th Century Fox and Columbia (which had both been dropped) who were hungry for denial and headlines. Instead, Marilyn said this:
“I was broke and needed the money.
Why deny it? Tom Kelly’s racy nudes of me
You can get one [a calendar] anyplace.
Besides, I’m not ashamed of it, I’ve done nothing wrong
I was a week behind on the rent and it’s here where I belong
I’d never have done it if I’d known things would happen so fast in Hollywood for me.”
Her candor and honesty charmed everybody
You have this sense of having met a wounded little canary not a peacock. Only when you pick it up in your hand to comfort it … beneath the wounds, vulnerability, and innocence, you find raw strength, and a big heart—I Am Anaya
Lady And The Tramp
A warm and loving story
For dog lovers, in the sense of humor
A carefully nurtured cocker spaniel, Lady
Born in New York City a Baby boomer
Natural beauty overwhelming, a pedigree no vamp
And a rakish, debonair, freedom-loving wanderer
of a dog who wares no man's collar, Tramp
He pushed his shopping cart towards the empty tunnel
it was full of rattling empties and a brave cocker spaniel
a penniless vagabond hiding from the rainy day pummel
wet, cold, and hungry hunching closer to Jack Daniel
he shared with his dog, a little square of flannel
Along came a mosquito with a straw-like mouth
and crawled into the bottle with an empty spout
The hobo drunk on booze in a stupor from the sauce
shut the insect in then hollered " so now whos boss !"
the dog did bark but heh, he wasn't in the land of Oz
so on his knees the hobo went and soon began to pray
"I didn't have to murder him so why did I, oh why oh why "
and then the echo came from the empty tunnel's way
"Don't cry my child after all it was just a fly !"
confessed and reassured the hobo slept until the light of day.
January 27, 2021
Contest Name: Murder In The Tunnel
Sophie, our black cocker spaniel can be a mean old broad.
She is thirteen, so that is ninety-one in dog years.
We were wondering how she would “do with the new puppy”.
My husband wanted to wait until she was gone to get a new baby.
Are you kidding me? That could be six or seven years, I told him.
I am not waiting six or seven years!
His parents had cockers that lived to be eighteen and nineteen.
In dog years that made their ages 126 and 133.
This new baby Beau was quiet, did not make a sound in the car.
We were on the road two hours; he did not make one single peep.
He was fine until Sophie gave him a warning snarl.
That puppy answered her with a bark that came from the bowels of hell.
Sophie turned tail and ran
We have never seen this before.
This is when I knew things were going to be okay.
(For my father)
It was ahead.
The tight path lead there,
tangled with arms and boughs,
leaves and veins.
He heard the dogs
yapping, swirling, exhorting-
The Brittany, he ran with as a child when his father hunted.
The Cocker Spaniel, with him on teenage nighttime missions.
The Setter, waiting for him to come back from Korea.
The Lab, his confidant as a newlywed.
At its edge he stood.
There was no sound now
just still air
and smooth black water.
The dogs were off,
again. Quiet.
Where shall I leave my shoes?
he thought.
I will leave them, here for you.
A far bark. Another.
A nothing.