I wrote this because of my love for dogs and the cruelty they endure at the hand of man.
Stick cracks hard across my back
hunger, taunted, teased
caged without affection
never knowing what love is
mankind your cruelty
will not be discharged
you starve my needs
my hate augments
as I witness
you yell and kick and spit on me
as I lay quiet and cringing
on the ground
I want to please that’s all I know
explain the wrongs I’ve done
humiliation, lack of worth have I
the life not born to lead
don’t pit me against my adversary
this is what I silently plea
my limbs are weak
my body writhes each day
in pain, battle-scarred, agony
let me sleep
to not wake up again
I beg you stop this
bets are laid I’m dragged outside
the sunlight hurts my eyes
I have so much hate
churning through me
hate I cannot hide
laughter heard from men that stand
and taunt and scream the word ‘kill’
please don’t let me continue this
stop me now, I will
be the dog that you could love
not filled with animosity
I was born to love
give pleasure to the one
that owned and comforted me
I pace the ring do as I’m told
like a boxer ready for the fight
the other lurches teeth in my neck
latches on with all his mite
I beg you stop this
my blood pours and hits the ground
each droplet make men roar
I fight only to defend, relieve me
of this now
Wounds are left to heal alone
sores infest blood dried on skin
lick my cuts to try and heal
ready for the next battle
What pleasure can be found
in this ‘sport’ this blood thirst act
I struggle, don’t understand
as you witness, laugh, applaud
who will be the last to stand
Man is cruel I’ve learnt through time
to continue this atrocious game
I just want love and to be held
I will never be the same
Please Let Us Try to Stop Dog – Fighting…or any animal fighting.
A useless, senseless and disgusting act by the most cruel and depraved individuals, for their pleasure, for a bet … just to see a dog pulling another to shreds….
Listen to the morning birds with their wake up song
Listen to the footsteps in the house where you belong
Listen to the new borns as they utter their first sounds
Listen to the children’s laughter ringing through playgrounds
Listen to the anger in the voices in a fight
Listen to thunder as it cracks on stormy nights
Listen to the people having conversations nearby
Listen to the whirring fans on ceilings way up high
Listen to the sounds of hooves galloping on the ground
Listen to the lost shelter pups crying to be found
Listen to man as whistles out his tune
Listen to the clink and clunk of your knife and spoon
Listen to the waterfalls that flow from rocks above
Listen to the cooing of the snow released white dove
Listen to the whispers of children out at play
Listen to the elderly and what they have to say
Listen to the waves as they tumble to the shore
Listen to the high heel shoes step across the floor
Listen to the pelting rain upon an iron shed
Listen to the winds blow strong when your warm in bed
Listen to the band you love sing your favourite song
Listen to the keyboard click when your typing all day long
Listen to the crackling of wood burning in the fires
Listen to the breath inhaled and listen when it expires
Listen to your heart beat strong beneath your chest
Listen to when someone speaks, that their life is in a mess
Listen to the child that says that they feel pain
Listen to the teenager who wants to come home again
Listen to the bubbles in an effervescent drink
Listen to the water drip into the kitchen sink
Listen to the kittens as they softly purr
Listen to the shoes of a flamenco dancer
Listen to the one you love when they have something to say
Listen to the friends you have and laugh with them each day
Listen to the abused animals who haven’t got a voice
Listen to the sadness of others so that one day they may rejoice
Listening… A simple thing we take for granted.. sometimes we hear but do we always listen
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Touch by hand the subtle things
Touch the child with new born skin
Touch the water in rock pools still
Touch the snow – white frozen chill
Touch the bark of trees at dark
Touch the glass and leave your mark
Touch the animal that makes you shiver
Touch the stones in the rippling river
Touch the pen so you may write
Touch the pillow you sleep on at night
Touch the cheek of those who blush
Touch the person whose heart is crushed
Touch the grass in paddocks green
Touch the nuts of cooked praline
Touch the dust of cooled down ashes
Touch the steel of newly ground axes
Touch the snail shell after a rainy day
Touch the old wood that built an archway
Touch the covers that warm you each night
Touch the wrongs to make them right
Touch the water that flows from a tap
Touch the twigs and make them snap
Touch the fabric of clothes that you wear
Touch the heart of friends to show you care
Touch the old photos and reminisce
Touch the lips that you have kissed
Touch the book with the faded pages
Touch the one you will love for ages
Touch…a simple thing we sometimes take for granted…touch…the physical or the mental we cannot live without
sometimes we feel but do we ever touch
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Yesterday when our 11 year-old granddaughter was here, after I gave her her piano lesson and after she proudly showed me how she could play the B-flat scale on the bells from her brand-new percussion kit, she wanted to go out and climb trees. So, camera in hand, I followed her and snapped pics of her high up in trees or hugging trees or peeking out from behind them.
Then I had to go in to get dressed for a special dinner last night. We would drop her off at home earlier than usual, on our way out. Her mom was home so it worked out fine.
While this little tomboy was still outside, I heard these words: “Memah, come quick! Look what I found.”
I was in the middle of getting dressed, so I called down to her that I’d be there in a few minutes. In the meantime, I heard my husband: “Hmm, I’m not sure Grandma is going to want these in the house. Could you put them on the picnic table?”
These? Them? My imagination stirred.
As I came downstairs I heard her say, “Don’t look yet. I want you to be surprised.” She has loved surprises since she was small.
So I came out onto the deck, looking down. Her words instructed me:
“Sit down. Keep your eyes closed.”
My stomach churned at what I was about to see. After all, this is the child who is not afraid of snakes, who picks them up, who has loved bugs since she was small, and thinks critters of all kinds are fabulous.
“OK. Open your eyes.”
“TA-DA! Memah, isn’t it cool?”
She had I don’t know how many tiny bones, and had begun putting them in some kind of order: leg bones, spine bones, what looked like ribs (14 of them), a head, teeth, pelvic-type bones, all kinds. The head was in four pieces and when she put them together it was absolutely complete.
I have to admit that it was pretty cool. She took a magnifying glass to study each one, and she looked like a little scientist as she ordered and attempted to name the various bones. She can’t wait to take them to school on Monday.
“Mr. S. (her science teacher) will love these.”
When we dropped her off at home her mom was less-than-thrilled to have two small Tupperware boxes of bones on the kitchen counter. But she, and M.’s older brother were interested.
This all makes sense because she has told me that her favorite class is science. She’s a girl who deals in facts, so science and math are her favorite subjects. She’s good at all of them, and gets all As, but she prefers the immovable, factual scientific and mathematical concepts.
As for me, I loved watching her fascination with this collection of bones which she thinks might have been a fox.
They break the silence
barking at the neighbor’s house
stupid dogs, shut up!
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creeping, smelling, lazing
Iguanas can see shapes, shadows, colors and movement at long distances.
cunning, plant-eating, coloring
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Leaves are our life blood.
They keep us alive.
Filtering the air,
that we all have to breathe.
There has been an urge in me to camp in the wilderness,
Hear the animal sounds, growls of the trees,
Never did I experience it but the dream sustains its place,
I would one day definitely want to camp,
In the wilderness and hear with my open ears,
The sound of the wild, the growl of the unknown,
And face the moon light in the open; shine in its presence,
Discard everything else and be wild in the wilderness.