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A selfish man protects his family
like a guard,he contemplates the welfare
of his beloved family members,endures pain happily
THEY ARE A HAPPY FAMILY
A self obsessed labor focuses
on his work,pays no heed to others
accomplish task,within a given time, to grab bonus
HIS WORK IS FLAWLESS
A selfish teacher persuades his students
to assimilate the tough chapters,and make them
fathom the subject, to gain self esteem and improvement
STUDENTS BECOME KNOWLEDGABLE
A selfish politician indoctrinates his followers
by his bewitching words to procure their full support
and intentionally resolve their problem to retain his power
THE COUNTRY FLOURISHES
The selfish soldiers possess patriotism,sustain
in the inconsistent weathers,tolerate rain and heat
to fortify their nation,never allow the opponents to win
PEOPLE ARE PROTECTED
We are all inherently selfish,no doubt in that
Showing concern for our family,friends,pets,nation,
But,in fact we need to become the selfish human beings
to take care of the beautiful planet we live, to halt
the wars between the countries,rationing the food
with our fellow beings and to share resources
After all,we all belong to one planet.We are already the selfish men,politicians,soldiers and why don't we become selfish human beings?
This is my hundredth poem.
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The Days of Masks and Covered znosex,
6/14/2025
There once existed, upon this fine earth.
A people, happy~ not possessed with
Depravity, destruction of cities, murder and dearth.
But an evil being and his kind, infected
Unknowing, arrogant, atheistic, mankind.
He nuked their souls till they were all mentally and spiritually blind.
First, of the vicious media, he made his stronghold,
Being sure,that only complete, vicious lies were told.
The good people were told they were going to die!
And like tiny ants, scurried into their mandated homes,
behaved and why?
Now they find they are running out of money.
And the ignoramuses in DC, hand out,doles of the green like free honey?
Children being stuck at home is certainly not an education nor fun.
But this is how we allowed the USA to be run.
By Congress with its rude head.,in its arrogant, lying, backside.
Allowing that no children will you see. on her their backside!
Only our pets can be walked outside.
But us..no chance, Mr.or Mrs. stay inside!
We love to say that word."p_nd_mic".
To a world, it's a word I will not use, it's a mentally paralyzingly
and remains pathetic L
In many households people can no longer work.
Thanks to Satan,the media, insane leaders who are all followiers
That bona fide jerk?
The lying media will never ever let us know.
They rather play the phony number of cases to castlm
Fear on all daily news shows
The FDA pulls back a 65 year old drugthat work..
Big Pharma knows we are pill takers.and vaccine jerks!
A goofball physician throwing out the first pitch at the firstMLB game?
He, who he is a kiler, liar, with no shane.
Pocketing billions…his shameful game.
I cry for all countries living in shaows of fear.
My sorrow to see the mask-less, who are harmed because
they hold freedom,far more dear!
Under Sino-Soviet rule, we mght live therest of our days?
Please do not be thick headed, believing those with power
will never allow the truth to have its say.
So write of beauty, such starry-eyed poetry.
Somebody better write about, God, freedom and democracy!
June 14, 2025
Welcome Frisky to your new home
Where happiness you’ll bring.
You’ll tug and catch and jump and roam,
And children’s hearts will sing.
Where happiness you’ll bring,
You’ll tug a rope and catch some bees,
And children’s hearts will sing.
You’ll catch the cat who likes to tease.
You’ll tug a rope and catch some bees,
And maybe when you’re still a pup,
You’ll catch the cat who likes to tease,
But then we’ll all grow up.
And maybe when you’re still a pup,
Laughing kids will chase you down the street,
But then we will all grow up
And forget to let you eat.
Laughing kids will chase you down the street.
Then they’ll desert you in your yard
And forget to let you eat.
Howling alone at night in pain is hard.
Then they’ll desert you in your yard.
To the great beyond you’ll now ascend.
Howling alone at night in pain is hard.
You were our best friend to the end.
To the great beyond you’ll now ascend.
You’ll tug and catch and jump and roam.
You were our best friend to the end.
Welcome Frisky to your new home.
A place of goodbyes is the earth
Each generation we let go
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth
Whitey went_ will there be rebirth
Or with animals only end though
A place of goodbyes is the earth
Sadness overwhelmed she had worth
Was good ratter now receiving gateau
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth
While here on this earth, let me unearth
And expand on my good traits, let grow
A place of goodbyes is the earth
I'll leave_ take spiritual rebirth
Put on my countenance's warm glow
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth
All will leave in flight that is dearth
Now new body on me bestow
A place of goodbyes is the earth
Heaven place of hellos and mirth
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Old animals
When my dog got old, she liked to sit
Beside me on the sofa when I watched Tv.
If I turned the volume up, she grumbled
it disturbed her snoozing.
She became contemplative, apparently
in deep thoughts.
Does a dog know that life is not unlimited?
Can a dog dream of the past how fun it was?
chasing rabbits in the wood.
Or does a dog only live in the now?
Some dog owners put their elderly dogs down
saying they will not see their pets suffer.
Balderdash, they do this because an old dog
is no longer playful and attractive.
Old dogs need more help to get up on the sofa
and are, sometimes,
incontinent.
Get a puppy, oh, so charming happy children
running in the grass.
Just love sharing this ice cream cone
Licking the opposite side from you
Brings joy to my heart just like a bone
Glad that you begged with a boo-hoo
Happiness comes to my mind it's true
When I think of playing with you
Wearing the pink bucket on my head
Even though I am a male Bulldog instead
This pink bucket makes me smile
Because you my mistress are filled with joy
When we play a game that's for a child
And a girl game and girl's toy
How excited I get when you get the leash
For that means we'll be walking down the street
My three year old mistress dressed in tie-die
Leggins and very frilly sandals
Maybe no one will notice that I'm a male
Hope that I don't have to use the fire hydrant
(Little three year old girl who has a male standard size boxer or bulldog as he pet and
companion. As seen through the dogs eyes.)
Form:
Did you ever have the felling you are being watched?
The night is dark with a subtle light softly glowing through curtain windows
the outside porch light shines and gifts a shy radiance into the room
I lie in my recliner sleeping with my legs up in the air helping circulation
An uneasy feeling awakes me as my eyes squint open I see her white face
She is sitting tall by my feet staring at me, her two ears, nose and body a
dark brown but her face and chest are loud white. her face glows
against the softness of the dim light while the rest of her wrapped into the
darkness. Somehow I can see the glitter of her brown eyes embedded
on her white face. Like a statue she stares watching me as I sleep
Her constant stare somehow awakens me as if my senses could feel her
glare. Sleepy eyes of mine open wider and I look at her face softly I whisper
Sassy, a little stronger as I lift my hand and she pounces on my chest
to lick my face and wag her tail and roll upon me as she playfully chews my
hand and arm.Suddenly she leaps off the chair and is swallowed into
the darkness. Sassy is a peculiar dog. When the alarm wakes me for the day
I find her sleeping by my side her head nestled upon my shoulder. I ease the
recliner down and she is startle and jumps away returning as I arise to dance
about me happy to go outside and she knows time to eat.
The darkness emits her face as Sassy stares upon me.
Long was the run to live
On a May day;
Running in the corners of the living world.
A Female antelope,
Led it's way to a stream nearby
To wet it's broken feet to safety.
Just now had a fight with the mighty.
Running to a safe sojourn.
Grass so red returned with in vain.
Unable to see the future of life.
There ends all nightmares to a ground.
Today is luckier in having been saved,
Not like her mates just caught by the mightiest.
Speeding with elbow wind there came a trap,
Made by human's unknown.
To lead its way to a sanctuary.
To be named, to be tamed and to be cared.
Innocent children who turn wise with pets.
Vets who save the wounded legs
Never was the day without amusement.
Of few hundreds of crowd.
At the sight of the beautiful creature.
To live longer, to eat more fresh grass.
Man becomes God to save her.
To live like a clay.
It was a rabbit auction and I was dragged in
Not wanting to be harsh but when does it begin?
A turtle, a cat, a pork belly pig, a dog, and a rat.
They are all here, in cages, and a snake that went splat.
What kind of a company is this? I asked my cousin.
We have been here for hours. There are pets by the dozen.
Hold your horses, he told me. A parrot barked back.
They are bringing in a horse with a rider intact.
My cousin had fallen in love with a fish.
What kind of a companion is that? In a dish?
You want something furry, and wonderful I said.
The parrot mimicked me, and I wished it were dead.
But then it said some stuff that was amazingly fun.
I turned around and saw it was wearing a gun.
I will protect your house, your wife and your kin.
Of course he is now my own pet Little Lynn.
Dear Poetry . . .
I have been writing since I was a young girl
at first just scribbles about my cat
about flowers in mom's garden
little things . . . not important things
I even wrote on my bedroom wall
that was not appreciated
so, my parent gave me lots of paper
my grandma gave me a journal
she encouraged me always
when my father died
I wrote a poem about him
in his tool shed
as dust floated
among the cobwebs
and sun shone through dirty windows
that day . . . I found my poetic voice
and my journey began
now, poetry is like breathing to me
I am nothing without it-
need it . . .
I have written of death and graveyards lots
about nature, love, loss, pets, experiences
family, feelings hard to cope with
of letting go and holding on
thoughts pour from my pen
where those words come from
I do not know . . .
God gave me this gift to use
and I will use it always and forever
and when I cannot hold a pen
I will write poetry in my head . . .