here we careen through the scheme
riding the vortex of the american dream
seen behind the blind scenes in hiding
keep fighting the design on the frontlines.
the career of a degenerative peer
is not measured by how they appear
or adhere the commandeer of said steer,
as long as they down beer and disappear.
clear as this fixates the mistake of the states
we would augmentate and drown hound fears
sheer will could astound the nouns quo
leaving them in tow with woe as one said so.
illuminate the sewn, find a darker home alone,
brash and beating the bone into the stone,
not grown eating scones of the blindly shown
that well-known handmade status throne.
grenade low tossed at the cost of some human loss
for fuel that is obsolete and crude at high-spreading moss
green fabric the waxen-elitism roster head boss
with a thumb gangrene, the color of his blood pulse.
down a flask of mezcal with a spliff of mary jane,
we aim to numb the pain from their dumb games -
switching lanes through the lazy river zaftig maze,
eyes glaze over, middle fingers raise at their gaze
I find myself lost in thought
Reminiscing back to when we were kids
And damn how I miss the old days
But I know this life
will never be that way again
Crawling in and out of bedroom windows
Not daring to even try one of the doors
I remember that time we passed out
And your mom caught us
cuddled up on your bedroom floor
Sneaking around to smoke a cigarette
Because at the time,
we thought it was cool
Our A's and B's deteriorating
Because we were always
skipping school
And oh how we could take something so beautiful
And turn it into such a complete mess
But now that I am here and you are not
This mess is all that's left
-JadaClesha.
Sweet Shelby, so it's been one spin around the sun for us
Here's to hungry you helping have hamburgers (obviously there was too many)
Emptying the trash when there was no more room (clearly there wasn't any)
Licking up leftovers laying on the ground (even though you spilt them there)
Barrell rolling in poop at the park (a good reminder for a bath, to be fair)
You yank my arm off when you see a rabbit (it's a bit of a fuss)
Diligently sniffing out any treats (or any food for that matter)
Old girl, young at heart, my 80 lb lap dog (there's nothing I would rather)
Gave me a first year, I wouldn't have any other way
Oct 14, 2022
This hound
She bounds around
Sniffs her snout all about
Roll through green springs and long dead things
Too far out to hear a whistle or shout
Tongue lolling to the side drooling
New smell! Follow new route
Nose to the ground
This hound
Every morning I awake at the dawn,
my head full of misty dreams.
For a few blissful seconds, my brain's on sorn,
before the silent scream.
There's no comforting weight upon my hip,
or on my chest or hip.
I hear, "Good morning, darling," leave my lips,
but the words now fall like lead.
Sometimes I'm sure I hear a ghostly reply.
Sometimes I'm sure you're near.
But the pain is greater than the lie.
There's only silence here.
Your bowl lies, empty, on the ground.
The blue reminds me of the sky.
No longer will your paws pad around,
or comfort me when I cry.
A celebration of when you where born,
awaited you that day.
But at the morning chorus, you were gone,
and all colour drained away.
My hands ache to feel your soft fur.
My heart to feel your love.
My ears to hear your rumbling purr,
reserved for angels up above.
I pray to God to keep you safe.
To hold you in his embrace.
And I will treasure the love you gave,
and your memory for always.
All Shelby F. Zeus wanted was a may-apple plant.
One to call her own, one to call her Mommy or Aunt.
Shelby loved its succulent yellow lemon shaped fruit.
Not realizing this is what always made her toot.
We’d guess she was coming by the aroma in the air.
Shelby F. Zeus is on her way, we’d yell, without a care.
One day her scent preceded her but she was nowhere.
We later learned the hard way she was eaten by a bear.
Thanks to her sacrifice, we always know when he’s around.
Her may-apple loving flatulence always close to the ground.
There is Shelby F. Zeus’ bear, how much more warning could there be?
Thank you for eating may-apples, Shelby. You’ve left quite a legacy.
Little Shelby was a precocious 8 year old, and delightfully cute,
When I taught her to read music and to play the flute.
She was a red-haired little beauty, that would melt the heart,
She was like the perfect little child, a real sweetheart!
She was gifted and a delight with her inquisitive mind.
It’s not often you run into talent of that kind.
Shelby discovered she loved music… it was in her soul,
And her flute playing was astonishing, and a joy to behold.
She went on to study professionally, and her talent soared.
She also took up playing the harp, which she adores.
Shelby just graduated from college with her music degree,
With a bright future ahead of her, those that know her will agree.
I am happy to know I introduced music to my friend…
Shelby has not yet reached the heights to which she will ascend.
Music is such a wonderful gift that God made,
It leaves us in awe and wonder when beautiful songs are played.
From your origins in California,
you gained amounts of popularity.
No matter where your travels would take you,
success would always seem to be close by.
Receiving a guitar when you were young,
destiny became a life of music.
A God-given angelic voice we hear.
Each recording is a sweet, simple tune.
Yes, you had an angel on your shoulder.
That angel has never since departed.
That lucky penny’s still in your pocket.
The four leaf clover is in your locket.
While you threw nickels in the wishing well,
a warm and tender love was all you’d need.
Your beautiful music enchanted us.
You told us all about the boy you love.
The years have passed, and you remain with us.
Your kind gentle voice is one we still hear.
Whether you are on stage, or on CD,
we can enjoy all the sweet notes you sing.
Having you so young made me a mother
My love for you compares to no other.
We’ve shared in heartache and we’ve shared in pain
But the happiness and love will always remain.
You are unique, you make me proud
The light inside you shines through a crowd.
Your hopes and dreams inspire me
Your souls so beautiful like the deep blue sea.
I do not regret having you
You’ve opened my eyes and made my heart true.
You’re wise beyond your years they say
God sent an old soul to show me the way.
You came to us in the spring
A beautiful time of year
We were all so very happy
To finally have you here.
An adorable little baby
A head of black hair wild
We were all so very proud
Of our little Indian child.
You were always such fun
Could never get enough of you
Such a happy little girl
You never seemed to be blue.
Now your all grown up
And I still feel the same
We live too far apart
This is a crying shame.
One thing that is certain
My lovely Shelby Noelle
The minute I laid eyes on you
In love is where I fell.
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