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Some silly person once said, “I wish I could live a dog’s life.”
Just because I can’t speak doesn’t mean I don’t have strife.
First you get me as a pup and want to cut off my balls.
I’m given a name and then expected to come when called.
I have to hold my bladder till you notice I’m in distress.
If I have an accident you scream while cleaning up the mess.
You speak a foreign language I am supposed to understand.
Yet ignore my barks to let you know no food is in my pan.
You sleep in comfortable beds and I am left on hard floors.
You spend hours teaching me, “Get my slippers.” another chore.
Have you any idea what it is like to get dewormed and rid of fleas?
Or brought to the bathtub to be washed in cold water to freeze?
Your children sit on my back, pull my ears and give me a smack.
But if I snip at them for that off to the dog house in the back.
Anytime you want to trade the dog’s life for the one you have;
get down on the floor, cut off your balls and
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As unique as fine crystal, soft shades, reflecting the many hues
A plethora of color, rainbows appear in yellow, purple and blues
Rain drops sparkle, like miniature diamonds, set upon the leaves
The sun embraces an opening, through storm clouds to be seen
The death of summer's life, births colors of orange, yellow and red
Struggling to leave an indelible mark, on the mind before it is dead
Nature gently brushes her paint, procuring such a magnificent array
Embracing her beauty of existence, before relinquishing to its decay
A white blanket covering earth, creates regression to Nature’s womb
Patiently awaiting rebirth, she is placed temporarily in a lifeless tomb
Beauty in itself, brings visions of cleanliness, before starting life anew
Washing away omissions of past aggressions, from life she once knew
Daffodils and crocuses, the bravest children, peer out to see if it is time
To breathe life back into the earth, initiating her beauty once so sublime
A struggle to overcome forces of resistance, to make her presence known
She creates a physical path, for her spring children to prosper and clone
The lesson is that Nature itself, not just a vision, but a lesson of the mind
Transitions are an opportunity, to learn from her and not to be so blind
Sight, of all the five senses, allows us to intimately relate to changes in life
Assists in revealing secrets of nature, gives hope to prevent further strife
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Here comes papa, I think we are in a lot of trouble
Get ready to hide, we better run on the double
Playing in his car, an expensive classic 55 Chevy
Didn’t mean to hit, the clutch and put it in the levy
I love you spot, but I am scared to take the blame
Besides you left a big brown spot that will leave a stain
Do you think he will believe me when I tell him a fib?
We could blame it on baby brother, lying in the crib
Mommy says, to tell the truth and all will be well
A spanking from daddy or go straight to hell
Oh spot, help me we have to quickly make a decision
Wouldn’t have gotten in trouble with better supervision
That’s it Spot, let’s blame it on mommy’s failure to be
In charge of watching us and leaving in the car a key
Hello daddy, I have something important to tell you
A bad man came today and took the car for a drive-thru
Spot and I tried to stop him but he was very big in size
He had checkered hair and big ugly black snake eyes
We were scared so spot and I hid quietly near the well
Watching and waiting for you to come home so we could tell
( Your a Little Kid Again) Little boy-age 4 Gere Barbera
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In the shadows of my mind, appear images of children playing, building stilts, climbing trees, melting crayons in pop-cans, designing houses out of cardboard boxes. A creative bunch they were.
In the shadows of my mind, I hear laughter, lessons in life, and dreams of the future, positive attitudes towards family, self-worth and confidence in who we were and what we could achieve.
In the shadows of my mind, I feel mischievous, playful, comfort, security, a sense of acceptance and belonging.
In the shadows of my mind, I see a mountain of strength with a soft heart of gold which casts for me footprints, I cannot fill, and a peak I cannot grasp.
So I live in the shadows, created by you, my dear brother, a chance to experience through and with you these things which will forever stay in the shadows of my mind.
You and your beautiful spirit created this place, "The Shadows in My Mind", through your love, your creativeness, your protectiveness, your sense of family, loyalty, and courage.
But most of all, you have shown me, through your actions, the ability to experience, "True Love", which few are blessed to experience in this Life's journey.
Upon your start, of this new spiritual life, I am left with only, "The Shadows of My Mind," till we reunite in the spiritual world once again.
Thank you, for being my brother and touching my spirit. You made my life experience a better one.
As I will always remain,
Your Shadow
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It was no ordinary house as it stood over a century before.
Grounds unkempt were English Gardens, lovely and adored.
Entertaining aristocratic guests, in all their adorning splendor;
Discussing plans, business arrangements and donating legal tender.
Her Life once exuded annual balls and teas for heads of state.
Left untouched till crucial war, her innocence then was raped.
Transformed, to a hospital for Rebels, her beauty did digress.
Decrepit, not the architectural splendor she once possessed.
Without compassion, torched, preventing foes the ultimate prize.
In haste they retreat assuming the house would face her demise.
Through passing years rumors are told because of God’s grace;
She did not burn to the ground; here a miracle did take place.
It is told that haunting spirits of those who passed within,
Denied the destruction, believing to destroy her would be a sin
Others state that the Negro slaves who tilled and worked her land,
Extinguished the fire to assist Yankees, preferring their political plan.
Today she stands not as her former self but as a recollection,
Of an eccentric and class ridden way of life lost by insurrection.
Fighting for a philosophy of life and what this country should be.
Continue a southern way of life or set their working slaves free
She reminds us of destructive forces, a brother against brother war,
An abomination in a country, blood soaked grounds, we do deplore.
This house has endured, the best and worst of times long past
Not as a mansion of beauty but a structure that has been recast
Her grounds are haunted by the spirits who relished in her glory;
And those who agonized within her walls to pass on down the story.
On a quiet, moonlit summer night, is heard, cries of tortured souls.
You may see apparitions of aristocrats discussing political goals.
Yes, this is not an ordinary house as her history does possess
A memory, so painful, which allowed this country to progress
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She is natures eclipse gently covering the sun;
forbidding life’s energy entry to the worldly realm.
Left in darkness for a fleeting moment nature has won;
leaving her subjects loss of control and overwhelmed.
Hidden from the furthest star not allowing those to see;
catastrophic forces that caused the renewal of birth.
The universe holds tightly, fearing exposure will reveal;
her most obscure secrets, that will soon be unearthed.
Her shield impenetrable, a solid metal, created by design;
choices made to hide the path taken forbidden and dark.
Isolates humanity, the consciousness level of the mind;
façade placed intentionally, for connections to disembark.
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As a frozen stream, nothing flows from within,
leaving a mass glacial vacuum, void of validation.
Craving rudimentary meaning, souls begin a quest.
Devoid of happiness, the exodus is almost obscene.
Unrepentant, rebuking attachment to the physical;
It pursues warmth and regression to its creation.
Driven To the sea, now wrapped in her womb,
her waters bring comfort, filling the gnawing void.
Poignantly, caressing her subjects, they intertwine.
Totality of seduction draws into her existence,
souls lost, rejecting inherent animalistic doctrine.
Her waters sustain new elements of its life force.
Nature’s majestic production initiates a congealing,
reuniting the physical and spiritual into one being.
Her masterpiece displayed, allows it to live again.
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Torn from an illusion,
Lovers denied happiness
Rebirth to spiritual planes
Uniting soul mates again
The powerless now powerful
Depth of love, once misunderstood
Blossoms eternally in light
Where darkness once stood
Souls bound together
Congeal becoming one
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As the wind blows through the emerald pines,
It carries diamonds that spew from the sky
Silence! Silence! deafness in the night
Nothing to fear nothing to fright
I cannot move as if lead in my feet
Silence and beauty, no other can compete
The stillness wraps me like in the womb
Euphoric feelings grasps me, as if in a tomb
Drifting! Drifting! I cannot conceive
A more perfect place and state for me to be.
The forest seduces me but I won’t run
Drifting, we congeal, and then become one.
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