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My friend had to put his dog to sleep today,
he was a Dachshund only five years old;
loyal, brave, clever, pretty eyes,
feisty, beloved, with floppy ears.
Brutis had a "big" dog personality all the time,
loved most people, children, and other dogs;
Oh, Brutis had so much charisma, so much charm,
I can see him walking with that wee hop in his step.
But, Dachshunds have delicate backs,
and Brutis suddenly became paralyzed.
No surgery possible,
no other option ~
So, he said goodbye and I love you Brutis today,
you were a little warrior- now, go get your wings !
A cool breeze floats in the air.
Up on the hillside, flowers start to bloom.
Amongst the new blades of green grass sat a tiny hare,
Heading to the lush, glimmering garden, I presume.
His fur was smooth and silky,
And white as snow with a black heart on his face.
He looked plump, and a little silly,
With those fuzzy, floppy ears in place.
Hopping steadily on the sweet-smelling ground,
A small, soft, white ball of fluff.
His pink nose started twitching, and he looked around.
And then he pulled on some leafy stuff.
I looked closer, what could it be?
Something in the ground suddenly popped out!
An orange carrot, so scrumptious and juicy.
"Get out of my garden," I heard someone shout!
The silly, cute little rabbit grabbed his prize,
And in a flash, he was out of sight!
I know what I saw was only for my eyes,
Making the first day of Spring sunny and bright.
Dreams, Past Or Future?
Miracle Man
March 10, 2022
On a four inch floppy is life’s read only file,
where past things are recorded hard and fast.
Some things found there grow frowns or smile,
but whatever the remembrance, they’ll forever last.
These events reoccur at random in our dreams,
Occasionally we might recall some childhood fear.
Sometimes pushing the boundary of extremes,
but when most eyes open these dreams disappear.
“We have all got our “good old days”
tucked away inside our hearts,
and we return to them in dreams
like cats to favorite armchairs”
Brian Carter
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When you have fallen fast asleep,
I'll crawl toward your hall and creep
out through your door...
Advancing quickly through the gloom,
I'll prance into your living room
and as you snore,
I'll pulverize your rug and purr,
while sizing up your Douglas fir,
and when I...
LEAP!
I'll dangle ever frantically,
until each spangle from your tree
is in a HEAP!
I'll SLASH your floppy socks's toes
and GNASH your boxes tops's bows
in savage bites!
Then lift, at last, my pretty tail
and spritz a blast of 'Kitty Male"
...to wreck your lights!
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I peer back thro' the mists of time and view a country lane,
That meanders thro' the woods and across the Hoosier plain.
I see a country lad in overalls and floppy hat of straw,
Ambling along barefoot, marveling at everything he saw!
His faithful pal, Spooks, trots ahead of him a few paces,
Scaring up rabbits and other critters, after them he races!
He drags a stick in the dust and whistles a tuneless strain,
With not a care on earth as he saunters down the lane.
He pauses to skip stones across the shimmering pond,
Startling a flock of geese who at him scoldingly respond!
He stoops to study a hill of busy ants scurrying about;
Old Spooks became curious too and was bitten on his snout!
Boy and dog slake their thirst in the clear, rippling "crick."
He pesters an old snapping turtle with his walking stick!
The lane passes thro' billowing seas of wheat on the plain.
He crushes a few awns twixt his palms for a snack of grain.
Anon, they seek respite from the casual summer stroll,
And they both lie down upon a nearby grassy knoll.
He, gazing at the vagabond clouds, building castles in the air.
Ah! Blissful youth and carefree days! Nothing can compare!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
He’s a sad Bunny
With floppy ears
Sadly button eyes
they can’t shed tears
Bottom of the pile
New toys on top
He needed Beth’s help
To hippity hop
With imagination
she brought Bunny joy
He was her best friend
More than just a toy
Many years now passed
Beth searches for Bunny
A gift for her baby
who names Bunny Honey
Bunny’s happy again
That fuzzy lovely feel
Hippity hop heaven
Love makes Bunny real
Bunny’s round tail
has long been gone
But Bunny still sings
lovely bunny songs
She cuddles him close
Pets worn floppy ears
Bright Bunny button eyes
with no need of tears.
Snowflakes
seasons, all four
pretty little gardens
holiday cheer
landscapes beautiful
be it mountains or the sea
painters painting
selfish to the souless core
yet tell me is so pretty
dawn, dusk and sunsets
clichés smashed with superficial
wrap you hate any way you wish
a real mother cares for all children
angels looking down
see the hypocrites
self-centered in floppy nightgowns
if I had a knife
and was them
I would fear myself
however I fear nothing
I whisper softly
the embrace of death
near
Its your own cold heart
you should fear
Gone in the toilet
all hatred flushed
A Life Hit
ThIt was a life hit,
A one after the other:
For first, there was the coma,
And just the idea of it
To struggle with, but then,
Afterwards my eyesight smudged
Spaces, altered them, imposed
Textures, shapes and colors.
This was diagnosed
(A complication from my coma)
As Charles Bonnet syndrome.
Hmmm...
Tough call for an artist —
Already dealing with proliferative
retinopathy, and its dozen laser
eye treatments nearly destroying
all peripheral vision —
Poor fellow, Charles,
Having such a legacy, a hard hit;
It challenged me to need
To learn to draw all over again,
Like a child turning the pages
Of instruction books.
When
I drew portraits, I’d put in three
Eyes and not see it until told.
Actually
There came quite much laughing
At the perceptions from the hit,
Which involve voids in vision —
Something the brain will not
Accept and so it fills in, often
Humorously (I’d say) —
Hmmm...
Funny brain. I’ll never forget
One day, re-learning to draw dogs
And after staring at photos
Of pups for more than an hour,
How I looked up from my sketches
To watch the news,
Only to see every newscaster
And interviewed expert now
Had a long, hairy muzzle
And floppy ears.
Hmmm...
Finally a life hit
That could go with a bucket of
buttered popcorn.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 5/2021
Thanks be to God
Oh to the whoa, Honey, today I saw a trio of funny!
Walking the street, my blink did many times repeat,
mercy be, I did see three furry cats wearing hats.
One cat was quite curvy, two chunky, but sturdy.
Curvy was all a-curtsy in a flat, wacked, black hat
that on top popped a nervy, floppy drunk skunk.
I don't think nervy knew or gave skunk any thunk.
One of the chunky cats was pure funky to look at
for his hat seemed to have been picked at
like a muskrat laid splayed on a slat from train splat.
The third in the herd on that quirky street journey
was quite the brat-cat, a tweet putting on a show.
On this cat’s head sat, to my dread, a wee placemat
that was threaded in a somewhat hazmat format.
So, my honey-bunny, not for love or for money
could I scat catalog three felines in asinine hats,
but I worked at chit-chat with the quirky cats
and was agog to learn through our dialogue
that their names were Dog, Frog and Hog!
Now, let's go eat fishes to stretch our britches.
We bear bunnies must avoid tight pant glitches..
I am a basset hound and I love to play
I can run and jump all day
I really love magic and tricks
I also love chocolate bics
Yummy! They are so good
I would eat a packet a day if I could
My name is Lady and here is a story all about me
I'm a funny looking dog you see:
Lady was home alone
All she had was her green plastic bone
Her owners had gone out for the day
And Lady really wanted to play
Miserable, she lay on the ground with her long floppy ears
With watery eyes, it seemed as though she was about to burst into tears
Suddenly she perked up when she heard a squeaking sound coming from the house
Lady became excited, she hoped it was a mouse
She barked out loud and ran towards the sound
Lady was such a clever basset hound
With her long nose, she sniffed out the little mouse in his hiding place
The whole morning turned into a playful ‘dog and mouse’ chase!
The mouse was too fast for her and escaped through a small crack in the wall
He was terrified of this funny looking dog who stood two feet tall
Exhausted, Lady flopped down in her basket to rest
She had tried her very, very best
She closed her eyes and had a long nap
And dreamt that she managed to squeeze through the scary dog flap
When Lady woke up, her throat felt dry
She needed a gallon of water to drink and she alone knew why!
The sun was shining and it was hot
She found her bowl and gulped down the lot
Lady looked at the new dog flap
She lifted up one of her paws and gave it a sharp tap
She took a chance and pushed herself through the gap
Relief flooded through her, she had made it out of the flap
Out in the sun
It was time for more fun
Lady headed to the beach
It wasn’t far, within her reach
Calm blue sea with the tiniest of waves
Grottos and amazing caves
Lady’s paw marks were all over the sand
She loved to play by the sea and on land
Cool air blew around her as she splashed around in the sea
What a great feeling it was to be free!
The aroma of food was all around
She was always hungry, this hilarious hound
An ice-cream van was parked nearby
Lady drooled and just stood by
A young couple spotted the little dog sitting down on her own
Her sad brown eyes caught their attention, they each bought her a cone
Lady wished that she could shout
She clenched both cones in her mouth
She licked off the chocolate ice-cream and wolfed down the rest