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Dog with style…a poem

black and white short coated small dog

some dogs like to dress up
It makes them happy
makes then feel cool
makes them stand out
any dog can walk around
“as is”
some
however
have a style all their own
besides
humans are completely
insane
seriously
we really are

 

 

Photo:  Pearl Lynn
Unsplash

Take-off…a wee poem

Crows, Birds, Animals, Nature, Wildlife

don’t be afraid
to take off
it isn’t scary
you just
fall forward
and open your wings

 

 

 

Photo:  Pixabay

A fuzzy donkey…a poem

Donkey, Court, Ears, Mammal, Long Hair

I am not a beast ob burden
I am a lovable
beautiful
sweet
being
who deserves
to be treated
with kindness
and respect

 

Photo:  Pixabay

The poem I wrote and added to the pages in Atwood’s book…

women were stolen
taken right off the street

beaten into submission
on both hands and feet

they were given new clothing
new names
different jobs

in spite of their panic
their terror
and sobs

the enforcers were female
right-wing
of course

showing neither compassion
friendship
remorse

naturally men wanted their usual thing
raping and pillaging
an exciting new fling

but death often comes
at the end of a knife
held in the hand
of a surrogate wife

written in 1986

The true definition of what life is like…a poem

purple and white happy birthday neon light signage

we pretend
that we make choices
that we have control
at least a bit of it
but life is set up
to play with us
like any game
life just laughs
and yells
here I come
READY OR NOT
and we
do what we have to do
in order to
keep playing

 

Photo:  Jon Tyson
Unsplash

Life…a poem

sometimes
the world feels
dark
threatening
violent
barren
even hopeless
and it pisses me off
because
now and then
I think
it doesn’t have to be 
this way
or maybe it does
perhaps
thinking that things
can be
peaceful
nurturing
respectful
of all life
is just another carrot
held in front of me
something
completely
unattainable
one more thing
to show me
that I stubbornly refuse
to accept
that this is simply
what we are

 

Photo:  Dan Wood
Unsplash

Daredevil…a poem

None

there always seems to be one
who takes more risks
who is easily bored
who understands that
rules are meant to be broken
who is fearless
there’s always one
who marches to her own
chirps

Street art…a poem

Peace, Graffiti, Street Art, Art

Photo:  Pixabay

what makes people think
that love
or reason
can make
an evil dictator
change
in any way at all
I can’t understand
that kind of thinking
all I can imagine
is that those people
never had to face
truly bad/evil people
and that’s why they
keep believing
in love
reason
logic
prayer
wishes
they don’t get it
the tiny dictator wants those
who will not be controlled
to die
it’s really quite simple
and believing in things
that will not work
simply avoids the reality
of what’s happening
and prolongs
the ending

If you’re looking for America…a poem of sorts

Fantasy, Cat, Statue Of Liberty, To Play

Lady Liberty
growing
smaller
each day
so
if you’re looking for
AMERICA
look under porches
in alleys
or in dark small places
where you think government people
who watch other people die
and do nothing
would stay
a cozy
safe spot
where they could
count their money
unnoticed

our government
is willing to let people
be slaughtered
while probably still
buying oil
from the man
who is killing those
innocent people
because if gas prices
go up
American’s will complain

but wait
we put up a no fly zone
for Russian planes
and we don’t want their
vodka
we do have our priorities
after all
we know how to punish
people in the arts
and sports
that’s for sure

right now
our government is not only
letting the bully win
they are telling the bully
they aren’t coming for him
brilliant strategy

and by example
the America government
is teaching us
how the game is played
if a member of the government
was in Chicago
cornered by a gang
I would run to the Chicago harbor
and throw a stone at a yacht
or gather a bunch of people
and call for a vote of some kind
and if those things didn’t work
I could honestly say
that I my best
no planes would have flown overhead
and the people who owned yachts
would be angry at the chipped paint
and that’s all I could have done

The Ukraine gave up it’s
nuclear weapons
and because
they followed the rules
they are going to die
and we are going to sit by
and let them

will we do the same thing
when he goes after the next country
and the next
yes
we will
because
our government
apparently let’s the bad guy
pretty much do what he wants

but then it does seem as if
nice people
and the good guys
are always the ones who die
because what would the world be like
if we allowed heroes
to live

the American people
are as helpless to act
as the Russian people
this is a game
played by powerful men
in government
and either way
we the people
are simply helpless
the victims

no one wants a nuclear war
it could mean the end of
everything
it could mean extinction
but we can’t do what we’re doing either
not and still call ourselves
good people
because good people
never sit by and watch others
die
without helping in a way
that actually matters

 

Photo:   Pixabay

Nature’s wild child, a poem

Silhouette of Person Standing on Field

she belonged
to Mother Nature
always running
in the fields
trying to keep up
with the birds
reaching for the
moon
the Goddess
laughed
and watched
her grow
knowing
that a girl child
who would change
the world
had finally been
born

 

Photo:  luizclas
Pexels

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