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Awareness to Cruelty

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
others feed

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
‘game’

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
game

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….


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Earliest Memories Writing Challenge

I guess they’ve faded from my memory’s view.
I can’t distinguish recollections from
the stories told to me. What’s old? What’s new?
The dog that bit me made my mother numb

with fear to see her two year-old with blood
and fright. A firetruck screamed on by, and all
I wanted was to see. And then the flood
of fur, dog muscle, crying. I was small.


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Can You Do This?

My sister-in-law participated in a research study today at Wake Forest. One of the tasks she had to do was to write for three minutes on each of the following topics:

1. Write about your childhood.

2. Write about your childhood home.

3. Write about your best friend.

Easy, huh?

The stipulation was that you couldn’t use the letter “a” or the letter “n.”

So, I won’t call this a challenge so it doesn’t get confused with the other challenges. But I thought it might be kind of fun to try. I’ll give it a shot:

1. My brother, I were our mother’s, our pop’s kids. They brought us up well. Oh, we felt their love. We resided there, our first house. Where? City block. It holds good memories for me. Three, just toddler, dog bit me, I remember this.

2. I grew up there, our big house with pool dug by my hubby, brother, step-pop. Lots of buddies, big old trees everywhere, my light purple bedroom. I loved the fruit trees where I climbed.

3. Sue, I, decided we would go to Europe. Her mother, from there, thought we should see fiords so we put our dimes together. She, light-complected , liked my brother. But we were buds. She wore her white dress, yes, I provided music. Her two sisters were the flower girls.

WHEW! That was hard. See what you can do. Share it here.


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Homesick challenge written by (Lindy Lee)

Always & Never by Lindell Vecchio
She never refused whenever I asked,
‘Mother, pretty please, would you starch my sash?’
She washed our laundry and hung it outside
With wood pins on Daddy’s homemade clothesline.
Each piece she wrung through a hand-cranked wringer.
Daddy named it our “Wash House Humdinger.”

She never turned down requests to prepare
Menus appropriate holiday fare.
She boiled, broiled, braised, barbecued and deep-fried.
She baked, flaked, glazed, chopped, and caramelized
Sweet treats and meats from scratch with skill, year round.
Daddy said, “Mama makes cookin’ profound.”

She always said, “Yes”, whenever I asked,
‘Mother, pretty please, would you tie my sash?’
She kept a clean house without any help.
She had just a broom, a mop, and herself.
No spot on the floor, a pot, or a pan,
Daddy thanked her for our home, “spic ‘n span.”

She never had thought of a vacation.
With less than a high school education,
She balanced the checkbook and paid the bills.
She purchased supplies and she nursed our ills.
Daddy said, “Mama is good with numbers
And, she is one of the world’s great wonders.”

She always woke up whenever I screamed,
‘Mother! Mother!’, when I had a bad dream.
She was up and dressed ahead of daylight.
She labored all day and into the night.
Daddy said, “Mama does so much alone.
Besides, she also works outside the home.”

She always told me when I was refused,
“You sure don’t want them if they don’t want you.”
Nothing in writing lest the world should read;
Talk not of others or plant gossip seed.
“Mama has the gift of gab,” Daddy said,
She is self-sufficient and real well read.”

She always complied and never refused,
‘Mother, when you go, please let me go, too?’
Daddy said, “This time she cannot take you.”
© April 2006; December 2011


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Rain Coming?

I was sure of it!

I  still grabbed the leash.

JT sat in front of me, she loves  this new thing

WALK.

We take off, even though the skies are looking crazy bad here in the mountains.

I put the phone and camera in a bag, I was certain we would be caught in a downpour.

We were not.

We reached the top of an enormous hill and it was still.

I could hear my heart beating from the steep climb

JT was having a blast chasing her stick.

I was having fun capturing some pretty shots of the sky and flowers, that waited for us at the top.

Life is GOOD, the trek back is all DOWNHILL!

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