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I am looking at photographs of loved ones in albums,
the memories vivid and crystal clear-
unchanged by time . . .
poignant evoking regret and sadness,
some so haunting they will stay with me forever.
Bittersweet emotions . . .
so precious and so deeply immortal,
each cherished . . . very much.
Memories of happy times, and life's important milestones,
recollections of family and friends-
hikes with my dad . . .
memories enduring the test of time,
unforgettable, powerful, everlasting.
their death's like a dagger . . .
I remember when I gardened with mom,
made cookies . . . with my gran.
Old time music takes me back to my mom's favorite songs,
sometimes, her handwriting in a cookbook-
sweet memories . . .
I remember their voices and laughter.
Overcoming the death of my love . . . and baby.
Never fading away . . .
I push grief away and bury it deep,
life long are . . . my remembrances.
I will attempt to explain this using the following analogy.
I went For Help to BluePearl Veterinary,
with a feline medical emergency.
BluePearl saw me coming and thought, "That is a hornet nest,
and I'm going to put my ***** in that hornet nest,"
and then faster than you can say, "Get These Hornets Off My *****!"
BluePearl Veterinary,
Forced Me To Kill My Baby.
BluePearl is about to see me at my best and at my meanest.
They have no idea that they just screwed with
an Animal Rights active Activist.
I Never Stop Fighting, I Never Quit,
I Am Going To Be Your Worst PR Nightmare, Count On It,
I AM RELENTLESS BluePearl, RELENTLESS.
You stuck your ***** into the wrong hornet nest.
,.. in other words everybody,
I went to BluePearl for HELP,
AND BLUEPEARL SCREWED ME,
Me and My Baby,
because of their total inflexible, No Payment Plan Policy.
I had the money to pay for her surgery,
but I couldn't get my hands on it for at least 2 weeks.
I offered BluePearl indisputable evidence that I wasn't a deadbeat,
but BluePearl wouldn't even make the slightest effort to work with me.
No Payment Plan Policy, No Payment Plan Policy, is all I received,
from BluePearl's well meaning but very indoctrinated staff and employees.
"It's best that you euthanize your pet, and put her out of her misery,"
BluePearl's staff said to me, with scripted artificial sympathy,
"Her suffering will end, she will crossover peaceful and blissfully.
That will be $500.00+, payable at time of service please.
We here at BluePearl enforce an inflexible No Payment Plan Policy."
I can't explain it any clearer than that everybody,
but I will explain it in more detail at best,
at the following web address,
if anyone wants to give this a further read.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1524865417597989&set=a.125028037581741.34366.100002236369308&type=3&hc_location=ufi
Have this rage.
From youth to old age
A world I hate
Horrible fate
No drugs ever gave me relief
My belief
Rage can make you fall
Loose all
Makes life sad
Being forever mad
I do not drink
Except what comes out of a sink
I fight
But my life is not right
I smoke some weed
The calmness it does feed
Gives me the control I so desperately need
Does not get me high
I never fly
But it calms my mind
I find
Makes me not so crazy
Life is not so hazy
Balanced my brain
Not so insane
All the drugs doctors ever gave me
Peace was never to be
Autistic mind
Life left me behind
This gives me a chance
To give life a second chance
I would cry
I want to die
But this thought goes away
Peace all day
Medical wonder this plant
Nature gave me
Calmness I now see
Maybe not a forever cure
For sure
But helps me see some light
Makes the rage not so hard to fight
This world I do not understand
To me life is not so grand
But now I can handle this life
Avoid strife
Not so willing to fight
That feels so right
Not man made
Their drugs made my light fade
Gods little gift
Gives my spirit a lift
Makes me not so mad
For that I am glad
Cost me everything this rage
Hopefully now I can turn the page
I can except no love
Except from the Lord above
But thanks to this plant
And the calmness it does grant
I can live
I can give
My heart
Has room for a new start
I have hope
My life will not end with a rope
Long ago
I wish I did know
Of this little plant from nature
A gift if not a cure
Maybe I'd still have a wife
A chance at life
Still feel lonely
Not looking for a one and only
Blew that chance long ago
I know
The calm does show
I find relief
Do not feel so much grief
Thank you nature
For your special cure
Goodbye
Such a lonely, sad word
Sometime there is no recovery
No recourse
Just the inevitable
We say it so casually
Then turn away
Expecting the other to be
But eventually, they are simply gone
Final as the death of beginnings
Aspirations killed before realization
Unfriendly glares to smiling hellos
Damned before they start
I find little good in its sentiment
It is the termination of
What was; of what is;
What could be..if only
For there are better ways to part
Expressing good wishes--Love
Expectations of joys to come
Lingering with a heart smile
Hasta la vista--Until I see you
Auf wiedersehen-Until we meet
Arrivederci-See you soon
Farvel-Farewell
There are so many other options
So many ways to leave.
Finality arrives on its own.
Such a lonely, sad word--
Goodbye
(So many other languages have beautiful sentiments behind their parting phrases, why do we use one that is so final?)
Why did you have to die?
*********************
Well Zak I thought you were a gentle soul
So like your Mum, a loner at times
The drug scene got a hold of you
But rehab you wouldn’t go too
You looked a happy little boy
Growing up, been looking at photographs
There was a sweet side to you
I did love you, I did care
I prayed you’d find courage and hope
To kick the pills away
So sad, your gone too soon
Still can’t take it in
I keep thinking why did you have to die?
Nobody got chance to say goodbye
Mayby that’s what you wanted to slip away
No fuss, no conflict, you decided it was time
Or was it a shock to you as it was to us
Didn’t you think this would be your last buzz
I pray your at peace now in your head
Rest, pretty boy lay down your sweet head
Written with love n memory of Zak
By Scottydotti March 2026????
Dead Man’s Prologue
Apologies I can’t be with you all,
I was un-expectantly called away.
Without prior notice or warning,
Urgent meeting with overnight stay.
Thank you for a marvelous turn out,
Deeply honoured, feeling so proud.
Enjoy my life in raucous celebration,
Remembrance of joy, happy crowd.
Surprisingly I made it to Heaven,
To be honest, It’s not bad up here.
We have Wi-Fi and all mod cons,
Even a fridge stocked with cold beer.
Time now to end this broadcast,
Losing connection dear family & friends.
So grateful for the times we shared,
Goodbye now as my mortal life ends.
Short Avy With a Long "A"
Oh, my dear, short Avy with a long "A"
I just learned of your sad demise today
Full seventy days since you passed away
Dark news eclipsing such a sunny day
Last visit ended with you hugging me
October's visit now will never be
Hopes, dreams, goals cast aside as mere debris
Life cut short, stolen by the enemy
Your husband and son together do mourn
Your mother and father both so forlorn
Thirty-eight years from the time you were born
Your young, precious life from each of them torn
You will always remain forever young
Forever precious and forever fun
Forever kind, empathetic and sweet
Forever found where love's memories meet
Now forever safe in God's memory
May future's reunion as tender be
As ashes of grief become joy's potpourri
Life passes on before us more rudely discreet,
likely than not, at odds with the foes we meet,
in Godless adolescence, we mortals are deceased,
everyone dressed up for the sleep, which released
The meddling blackouts, step out for a good time,
But the mourn never misses, endless places to find,
Have words already inscribe, prepare for the tomb,
Waited until evening close, to court its dirge of gloom.
And shed tears that would have made life smooth,
The parting year, sweeping aside the clattering cloth.
Move on relentless, edging over into the cold black air,
Unsure about the vestiges of pleasure, that will stir
Romanticism, legacy leaves, figures like twiggy trees.
We go upon bending knees, till all the fussing ceases.
Labor Of Love
Her labor of love began from the start,
When playing, feeding, they pushed her apart,
A large litter, siblings thought her a runt,
Fed from mom's rival, thought her as an aunt.
We were part of each other, playfully,
When hit by a car, held her tenderly,
A ball in my mitt, she fit like a glove,
Unceasingly, looks, her labor of love.
Growing up, my human friends, I parted,
Distant came news, her last days, bighearted,
Her labor of love, gone, on my return,
Yellow pup, named Banana, that she, earn.
Like the stars when glittery, was her Bow,
And the Moon that shone brightly, was her Wow!
2019 September 28
*2nd Place*
Write a Rhyme about your favorite PET, living or not
~~Regina Riddle
A heart asks, why he is in pain, why he is bloody
He doesn’t understand it, this life is cruel to him
His situation is incomprehensible; bad nothing
He feels like a despised beaten man; suffering
He is grieving, he laments, and deeply unhappy
He is missing, but nobody is looking for him
I know this heart, its beating looks like mine,
Yes, this heart is mine, live inside my desire
Nemesis, mortal, open life, death of selfish life
This is one heart, but not only one; few mind
Rhapsodic living, nightlife, and lots of wandering
Hmm, always wondering about himself and life
This heart asks why suffering and pain exist
This heart asks why hearts kill each other
This heart asks why are hearts so envious
Good questions, and there are so many more.
Evil things come from the human heart and will
Murders, envy, and frauds. Says the ancient wisdom.
Killer heart forget my heart!
If you don’t mind, get yours
Goodbye and do not ask…