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dogs are loyal of course they are
but can a dog hold you in his arms
and i admit that they are cute
but what they love is in their snoot
you can take a dog on a walk
but you and that dog will never talk
and dogs will protect you when they can
but your best protection is with a man
buy a dog, feed a dog, chain a dog up
slavery is all it's known even from a pup
give a man your love and maybe he will be
the one thing you wish that that dog could be
open your eye's, let down the guard, call the dogs off
if your not careful an opportunity may be lost
i don't want to remove or replace any thing you love
a little time to be with you was what i was thinking of
maybe you could spare just a couple of minuts
can we have a conversation with no dogs in it
(“Loyalty Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
A Simple Solution
The world is full of woe
Always has, and always will
So it’s incumbent on us
To find a way through.
A simple solution is to find a dog
Dogs generally give far more than they take
And as such are a source of solace
As well as a good example to follow.
Specifically find a pug
They were made for laps and pleasant walks
For endless hours of gentle napping
And years of bottomless giving.
The world is full of woe
It always has, and always will
But that doesn’t mean we can’t find a moat
To keep the woe at bay.
And that moat requires a team
Designed to not only survive, but thrive
Family and friends,
And at least a loyal canine or two.
(4/4/25)
The summer breeze teases
my barely survived wintered-skin
and the lush green tickles my feet as
I walk through the morning's watering eyes,
up high, the heat is there, it's hot, but not yet hot enough
to reach the surface of nature's beauty.
It's still.
And though the wind whips my blonde,
protecting my survived skin,
it's beautiful.
And the water twinkles,
rippling like the wrinkles of the elderly,
soft yet calming.
They're reassuring.
And one day I hope to be a part of that twinkling part of nature,
become one with nature's elders,
safe and sound.
And as the branches grow simultaneously,
the concrete remains grey. Unchangeable. Unique.
That concrete, the same one that remains conditioned by heaps of snow,
rain, mud, muck of all sorts,
stays exactly the way it was once made.
So that it can take the million walkers, bikers, cars and buses.
And it can remain a loyal invention of mankind,
surrounded by the beauty of
Spring
It's day seven hundred and......... well forgive my demented memory, at least you get the idea
Dreams crave to once more take hold of this insomnia
Its nothing less of a miracle that i still breath the aroma of oxygen from the earthly - Musty smells
I am one with blind salamanders, dining and making a home where this restless body dwells
The sheer darkness herein, covered in three nights, offers more comfort than the light above
The Crickets, harmonizing with unfamiliar territorial warning predator sounds, a sweet melody i have come to love
The chaos continues to unfold
A manifestation of the ripen warnings and prophesies foretold
Deafening high-pitched Whizzing sounds consume the airwaves
Clanks and clunks, beeps and bleeps in search of slaves
Divergent's, defying the mechanical gospel of automation
Believers of the old ways, banking on the principles of rawness and authentication
With me are the last scrolls, penned with blood of liberation
Humanly scripted and crafted with hope of restoration
Weapons in the hands of the loyal Knights fighting the annihilation, of golden knowledge scribbled in stone and passed from generation to generation
Behold the fountain of authentic and unfiltered knowledge, breathing life in the mist of death and endless fighting
A beacon of triumph and creativity on the horizon, a selfless gift shared wholesomely, from his writing.
Women are quickly adjusting to modern times
by being more liberal and independent of men;
gone is the housewife, mother and wife,
who stayed home and took care of her children...
On the other hand, men seem to have lost their power
as breadwinners by becoming less caring and loving husbands;
families rarely gather at dinner to discuss matters,
and this daily celebration pleased their Creator...
Martin Luther was assassinated and John F. Kennedy followed him,
so did his brother Robert and America watched and mourned;
these were, indeed, difficult times that changed the image of a nation,
and the innocent blood spilled by hatred spread more indignation...
Unexpectedly, something marvelous happened which brought awareness;
and soon after the American astronauts landed on the barren and grey moon,
everyone wanted to declare their rights as abiding and loyal citizens
of a country that suppressed freedom and created unneccessary choas and gloom...
This teen was powerless and horrified witnessed these events that changed America,
peace, justice and fairness were far cries from reality, more needed to be done; and mama
didn't want to lose me when the Vietnam War started and hippies refused to pick up arms;
and their peaceful songs are a reminder of a youth spared by God for His great purpose...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
If you were a Christian
during various Inquisitions
and pogroms against Jewish communities
and aboriginal tribes,
If you had been a Christian slave owner
trading lack of co-empathic love
for your zealous theoretical salvation agenda,
Would a faithful Moslem or Jewish witness
reasonably assume
your being Christian
also means you are a proud and loyal member
of a terrorist cult for hate and death
of other cultures
other Earth pilgrims
with diverse experiences and beliefs?
Would nonChristians reasonably express concern
about your commitment to strong family values
and sacred scriptural hospitality?
Have concerns about your healthy capacity
for Wonder and Awe
confronted by vast diversity
of lilies in fields
trees in forests
fish in seas.
And, if you personally believed in an omnipotent God
of and for multicultural Peace on Earth,
as in Heaven,
then you would not choose to remain
a terrorist,
a monoculturing
supremacist
SuperElite Christian
entitled to declare international Inquisitions
for crimes against WinLose Capital Worship
as you and your personal tyrannical idols
assume to be pathological-power appropriate,
sufficient,
efficient for colonizing the hopeless
nature/spirit
Here/Now
secular/sacred aliens
And ego-supremely harvesting diversely commodified lilies,
and trees
and fish
to extinction of Earth's multiculturally graced health.
If you were a Jesus follower,
would you aspire to any less than
a dual vocation?
Ecologist
inviting all Earth's forests and oceans and desert habitats
and theologist
witnessing all Earth's humane-divine cooperative spirits
Speaking only kind, constructive words about others,
Prioritizing peace among earth's sisters and brothers,
Remembering green practices, essential to our lives,
Easy as the benign habits, of honeybees in gilt hives.
Always eager to give more than likely to be received,
Devotedly loyal to a loving God, who's never deceived,
Indelibly making being good neighbors a huge priority.
Nurturing friendships helps create a friendly majority.
Generating sunny smiles, giving generously to charity.
Habitually being punctual, for it is only good manners,
As important at dinner parties, as to bold city planners.
Protecting the wild animals and their valuable habitats.
Pursuing knowledge endlessly, for knowledge attracts!
Imagination is wonderful to have, as it is never boring,
Not like the tedious, humdrum, that sets all to snoring.
Eager to do the best job possible-it makes things work.
So many things might go wrong, if each person shirked.
Stimulating dialogue, instead of quarrel, is ever a perk.
Written on 4/11/2023
For: Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Mum thought part of her has ran far away,
But it flee to take refuge in my soul.
It appears to be gone- what single weigh,
Yet succumb its weight to make razz tease whole.
Mum, I find joy in your loyal duties;
Pleasure in her sacrifices cum care-
She did walk my legs at ease in booties,
How I hope to pay back in folds so fair.
Happy big five anniversary dates birth,
Journeying mum from noise to stress with cheers...
As much as my troubling joy brings her mirth,
She doesn't want me stop that; running years...
I duly appreciate your value dad;
For these five years, your blood runs... how so glad!
A faerie tale, folk lore, imaginary thoughts
and rhymes to live beyond the ordinary days
of a life destined to become immortal.
Filled with true love from a prince among men,
loyal cohorts, trustworthy, kind and generous
with all their gifts and love;
still sharing the adventure to the end.
Feats of daring-do, fables,
foibles and defeats, dragons slayed,
evil witches left behind to bask
in the caldron they turned life into;
Wizards teaching subtle ways
to make it through the never-ending days
of dread pirates who build their fortunes
in such illusive ways.
Avoiding superstition on a path
to happily ever after,
where waltzing on the rainbows
casts a spell of magic
across the landscape of the past.
Patching together the fabrications
saved unto the end;
spinning a yarn that’s hard to imagine -
yet - happens now and then.
All my charmed days
now dreamlike on cloud nine
where the fanciful quest continues
and - I
become a legend in my own mind.
I slept on your bed through the night
guarding you, with all my might.
Bugs and thugs I kept at bay
'til the night had gone away.
Your protector I will be.
We are a team , you and me,
and when I'm purring you will know
its time to let all bad thoughts go.
I am the meditation for your soul.
Loving you, my only goal.
Pet my ears, converse with me.
There is no place I'd rather be.
We are a team, you and I,
and will be 'til the day I die.
But 'til then please do not forget
that I was more than just a pet.
A piece of me will always stay
in the part of your heart I stole away.
For I was loyal, I was true,
so when I pass please don't be blue.
But that time, its still far away.
So find my toys, I want to play.
Let's fill each day with a memory
for you to look back on, of you and me.