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A Tribute to Golda It was a clear and bright sun shining morning in May. As I came out my front door into the breezeway, I saw coming toward me an enormous gray dog with eyes of pure gold, The most exquisitely beautiful canine one could ever behold, With a calm gentle presence and peaceful demeanor; The look in his brilliant gold eyes assured I had nothing to fear. It was love at first sight and I hoped he would stay. Never mind the impediments; I'd find a way. My toddler son climbed on him like they'd grown up together, As I seriously pondered the prospect of whether… Absolutely not, said my husband, a cat man, And nixed the idea before it began. Weeks later, a litter box and cat food mysteriously appeared On the sidewalk, out of nowhere; we thought it quite weird. With the next morning's sunrise, we figured it out. The same coat of gray and gold eyes left no doubt; The same being who before as a dog had been spurned, In a more acceptable form and presence had now returned. Bounding out of the bushes with a commanding meow, A little gray, gold-eyed kitten my husband had to allow. In her life as a cat and formerly a dog, She was my brave and wise Golda who would go on to log More than one rescue of our subsequent pets. In defending attack, this courageous gray, gold-eyed feline was as fierce as it gets. Note: Golda saved the life of my Chow-Chow puppy when she was attacked by a big dog that came at her from across the street. Golda came out of nowhere with claws out, sending the dog scurrying with his tail between his legs. Another time she rescued our little Siamese youngster, Meowli, from the neighbors' dogs by jumping on their head while Meowli ran for cover. Golda stayed with me for 12 years, longer than the husband cited in the poem, and then when her time and her work was done, she just disappeared pretty much as she had appeared. She was a beautiful, long haired all gray Persian with brilliant gold eyes. When not rescuing other animals, she had the same calm, gentle and peaceful demeanor as the dog who showed up that morning and left when he knew he was not welcome to stay. 7th place winner in ~Somewhere A Pet Is Waiting Contest~ sponsored by ~A Rambling Poet~
Bob had been a lonely man ever since His wife of fifty years had passed. "Lord, let me join her." he would pray. "Let this day be my last." Each day, he went to the cemetery, Just a short walk down the street. After their talk, he would water her flowers And hear passers-by whisper, "How sweet." One gray and misty morning, He had hoped for sunnier skies To plant fall bloomers at her graveside; But, there, to his surprise… Stood an old dog beside her stone; Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose. He whined as Bob approached, as if to say, "I could use a friend, you know." He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers, Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place. Then, after the last one was planted, He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob's face. Bob smiled. "I had a dog when I was young… Pal…he was a mighty good one too. So, if you don't mind old fella, That's what I'll call you." Pal may have been an old dog, But he was smart and handsome in his way; So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal And a bath, if he decided to stay. Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass. He slept on a blanket in the den. In the night, he dragged it next to Bob's bed. He intended to be Bob's best friend. Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too; Never made a mess or got in trouble. He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees; And when Bob called, he 'd come on the double. Yes, Pal gave Bob's life new purpose. A special bond of friendship was cast. And never again did Bob pray, "Lord, let this day be my last." For twelve years, the very best of friends, Together night and day; And so it was, until one night, Both quietly passed away. The next morning, an old woman, Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes, Brought flowers to her husband's grave; But there, to her surprise…. Stood an old dog beside the stone, Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose. He whined as she approached, as if to say, "I could use a friend, you know." He sat calmly as she took old flowers And put fresh ones in their place. He carefully sniffed the fresh ones, Then turned and licked her face. She smiled. "I had a dog when I was young... a good one too. His name was Pal."
On this dreary winter morning I sit on a bench in Central Park. Lost in my own thoughts of the conversation I had with my ex-wife and her last remarks. I keep asking myself is it my fault? What did I do wrong? The chilly wind fills my ears with it's endless song. I shiver slightly and goose bumps crawl along the back of my neck. Her words have left me an emotional wreck. I pull my leather jacket tighter around my shoulders. I feel it in my bones this day will get colder. I've seen several joggers getting in their morning run. That just shows people will continue their lives never mind the rays of the sun. So many thoughts running through my head. And I hold the morning newspaper I still haven't read. I contemplate over my life, it's not always easy, and so-called-friends can be the enemy. Even your spouse living in your house can betray you with infidelity. That is why my heart is aching like a cavity. Right now I'm doing my best to hang on to my sanity, but I really want to shout profanity. I notice an attractive couple hand-n-hand laughing and enjoying a morning stroll; and for some reason I can't control, I feel a sense of peace glow within my soul. My insecurities diminish from their dark hellhole. I begin to feel "whole," and suddenly this morning doesn't seem so cold. I get up from the bench shaking off the numbness that has set in. A very pretty woman walks by with her dog and I grin. She notices and smiles back. Wow! A kinda smile that is only meant for kodak! I watch her walk past me with her dog leading the way. Something tells me "you better not let this one get away." As I'm listening to my inner voice, she glances back over her shoulder, and I knew that she too was giving me a choice. Amazing how just several minutes ago my entire world seemed so dark. I now knew everything was going to be okay because of this bench in Central Park...... * 10th Place win in "Anything Goes" Contest sponsored by A Rambling Poet
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ? My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers My Mother caring about all five in different ways Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~ Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws ! Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong. The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky " My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting. My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish, feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate . After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate .. Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ? Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~ the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on . Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~ Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~ Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza ! Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore. Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel ` Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores. ~ That is the Family I Love , that is the Family I choose to miss ~
Yesterday I was a baby on the farm Precious being held in Mommy's arms Yesterday I said I was Daddy's "kecaw" And, smiling, I was my mother's "doll" Yesterday I was a little girl playing Out in the grass where my dog was staying We – he and I – would share the precious moments The brown Collie-Spitz dog would follow where I went Yesterday I played with my brother at night In the clover with lightning bug's flashing lights Placing them in a jar with hole punched in lid Watching them flash their mystery that was hid Yesterday I watched as the men cut the hay Piling stacks during the high heat of the day The men would work hard but laugh with happiness Sweating as they went about their busy-ness Yesterday I picked big, juicy blackberries While June bugs buzzed around my head all merry O'er in the field far out of sight time I'd spend As Goldenrod and Queen Ann's Lace waved in the wind— Yesterday farmer's gathered to share work While wives prepared steaming hot meals with no shirk Tobacco cutting was hard labor to yield Tobacco in barn meant money from the fields Yesterday just before twilight fell to earth Little sister and I walked through fields with mirth We brought the cows to the barn as our habit We laughed and sang as our dog chased the rabbits O'er in western sky where dreams lie far away The brilliance of gold and red were quietly sprayed God's had dipped His paintbrush into His vast supply Displaying His beauty in love not denied Yesterday's chores were laborious and hard Without fancy motors or pollutants to mar, But with Betty and Billy pulling the implements Somehow their nearness gave natural presence Yesterday I became a young girl tall and skinny Old enough to do chores and there were many; Carried three buckets of water for the night All day I starched and ironed clothes to look just right Yesterday within my minds' eye sees the past It s' amazing how bits and pieces seem to last Good and painful surface then regress Down life's road whenever -- wherever; I'm blessed Today's tomorrow will become yesterday Stacked days upon days filed deep and far away Stored within recesses of God's fine array— There for retrieval in tomorrow's someday -Evelyn Pearl (Carpenter) Anderson Note: "kecaw" was cushaw.
What is it about dogs that make us love them so I suspect a life without them is not the full show Dogs are there for us, whenever we need Without judgment, or intent to mislead Their lives seem so simple, no stress, or strident demands Eating, sleeping, playing, waiting simply to obey our commands Even when times seem most intense Just watching a dog sleep can help make some sense Of things that are important, and those that are not When dogs are up and alerted, that's when one should possibly be fraught What do you think gives them their sometimes fitful dreams? I've often wondered, what is a dog extreme? Maybe they worry for us, and that's what frightens them so Or it may just be a chase that was prematurely let go Their lives can provide perspective on what really matters Unconditional friendship and love that doesn't leave one in tatters If you're looking for solace, some piece of mind Look no further than a dog, a companion so inclined Max, Woody, Huck, Bodie, Boomer and Jake All wonderful companions through life and some heartache I wouldn't change a thing, grateful they were part of our being Their memory sustains us when we're having trouble seeing So I suggest, a life without dogs is less than it should be Maybe think about a faithful companion, and see what it could be
I miss you already, Buddy. You've been the apple of my eye. When I think of life without you, It makes me cry. It makes me cry. Oh, so many moments we've shared together, From romping mischief and tummy rubs to those pesky fleas; And nothing's better than my puppy's kiss; You always try your very best to please. You always curl up with me on the bed. You always meet me at the door. You run and jump and bark with such excitement. Yes, Buddy, I know you couldn't love me more. And when all others fail me, Buddy, My best friend is always there. Through my very worst of times, Your eyes and your attention said, "I care". Five to seven years for every one of mine Is so little time... it's hardly fair. It must be God's way of saying, "Love them now… and well. There's precious little time to spare". But, if I should go before you, Buddy, Love your new master without reserve; And they will love you as you love them. It's what a great pup like you deserves. I miss you already, Buddy. You've been the apple of my eye.
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My life as a dog would indeed be fine Knowing I could nap anywhere, anytime. On the porch or in a chair, I could dream without a care. With my legs, I'd set a pace And find a cat or car to chase. If that prusuit for me did fail, I'd turn around and chase my tail. With my nose, I'd take in smells And see what things I could tell. Like who is cooking, what and where, Or who passed by, here and there. With my ears, I could listen good To the sounds of my neighborhood. When the sun went down and all was dark, I'd take heed of the twilight bark. With my voice, I would make known Visitors who approached my home. My bark would make all foes flee, Yet to friends it'd be welcoming. With my eyes, I could implore or beg, For a scrap of food or a pat on the head. The neatest thing is - is that I could see In the dark of night, what there might be. With my tail, I could express The degree of my happiness. And when I'd head out on the go, My tail would wag, to and fro. For all the ways that I can find To put myself in a canine's mind, It's quite plain to see, My life as a dog would be grand indeed.
The air is crisp, cold weather that you can sink your teeth into. It's midwinter with a brief break between rainy weather fronts. My fat limping dog and I have got to get out of the house and find some wildness. He lets me know of his happiness and I ignore his comment about hypocrites as I put his leash on and he drags me down the trail. "How will we ever find wildness under these conditions?" he barks at me. "Maybe this time boss? Maybe this time you will let go?" We walk down the trail by the storm swollen stream and hear the same question posed in the air. The storm stream tries hard to break free and wreck havoc, but, the well engineered cement banks give it nothing to grab hold of and it careens on past to the sea, harmlessly. The river's only hope to spread wildness is another storm to raise its banks. The grass above the banks is all of a kind, easily mowed, and no threat to the asphalt path we walk. There is some hope of wildness in the windblown debris left over from the storm. Perhaps seeds of a hardier folk will move in among the grasses and the perfect line of trees that border the trail. Such strangers will have to hide and take cover before the caretakers of the trail arrive tomorrow. They will efficiently find all wildness from the storm and make sure that it is all discarded and hauled to the dump. Perhaps I am looking for nature in all the wrong places. Here it has been collared and leashed and rendered docile. Still it fights back. My hopeful dog directs my attention to the stream and points to an otter that sinks when I look. "Maybe this time, boss?" he implores. Overhead, three noisy geese, free as you please, as insolent as if they were twenty, announce their imminent landing at the county water control pond. Not all of us are on a leash yet.
Suburban Spring (4.15.10) Springtime fills the air, like laughing gas. (Or maybe more like whiskey.) The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn. Middle-class houses are starting to dance. (Or maybe they're just wobbling.) They vomit whole families onto their lawn. I watch them the same way dogs watch TV: Confused and intrigued, with a slight urge to pee. The father cuts grass, like a sleepwalker. (Or maybe more like a zombie - Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.) A six pack later, he starts washing his car. (Or watering his driveway.) He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains. The mother kneels in dirt, tending the garden. (More like digging in a sandbox.) Her spade is rusty. (Figuratively, at least.) A sunset later, she cooks family dinner. (Or maybe orders some pizza.) (If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.) I watch them the same way dogs watch TV. The son plays war games, dying for fun. (Or maybe more for practice.) He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat. A full pitcher later, tweaking on sugar, (Or maybe just corn starch.) the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat. The daughter makes a picnic, inviting her toys. (Or maybe not.) (Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!) After the tea time, she's off picking flowers. (Or maybe weeds.) (As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.) They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace. They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen." (And proceed to stuff their face.) The dog sits by the boy - Loyal and true. (Or maybe just hungry.) He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes. After dinner, he offers to help with the dishes. (Or maybe he demands it.) The boy sneaks him a bite. The dog is not surprised. Bedtime comes soon after. The kids are sent to brush their teeth. (Or maybe just to run the sink.) They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go. After tucking them in, the parents watch TV. (Or maybe they just dream they do, sleeping in its glow.) The dog is changing channels, looking for a better show. Confused and intrigued, he pees on the carpet below.
Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about I'm not a punk, somebody lied-- I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed Sleep on me, see me in ya' worst nightmares I'm Hell-raiser, dead fresh in some Nike-Airs Or in a monkey suit, totin' something with a banana clip Leave you wet, like dry lips after applying Chap-stick Ain't talking 'bout a blunt, but I rolled-up I'm gon' wet these fools, hope they don't mold-up When it go down, I go ape-shit, bananas put coward to sleep, without the pajamas Keep bustin' shots, like pimples on a maturing teen I do my dirt, but leave the crime scene clean Stay fresh, but they always call me grimy They say I'm too gangsta', so they won't sign me I put in work, man, I'm clockin' in overtime Haters faces looking sour, like they suckin' on lime You got beef, well guess what, that's all I eat I stand my ground, you just sit in your seat Can't let fools run me over, I'm not a roadkill Leave you in the streets leakin', looking like an oil spill You got a problem, I know how'tta' get that solved Apply pressure, let's not get ya' family involved
Oh, I sit upon my porch, just to get a bit of breeze, On the north side of my house, under over-hanging trees. I feel so contented here, with my good dog at my feet. At my age it takes so little, to make a life complete. Dear ones have gone before, and will meet me at the shore When I leave this earthly home and don't need it any more. For now my work is over, I can rest this sumer day And feel pity for my neighbor in the meadow making hay. The breeze is growing cooler, and the dog is getting bored. I'll soon be in my bedoom just a chatting with the Lord. I was a busy fellow and I worked hard all my life I rased some boys and girls and I had a darling wife. I saved a little money and I sometimes go to see My children who have settled in the west aways from me. I am always glad to get back to my little valley home. The older that I get the less inclined I am to roam. So I sit upon my porch, just to get a bit of breeze, On the north side of my house, under over-hanging trees. I reckon there's no other fellow more content than I In my small home in the valley, where I'll stay until I die. By: Joyce Johnson 2007
the father sees a neighbor screaming with child as she runs out the front door to shelter he hustles his own to shelter and turns to see other neighbors with their two dogs come running behind the shelter's too small to hold everyone, the father says climb in but we can't fit the dogs the neighbors hesitate - then pull the dogs back to their house as father shuts shelter door in a few seconds jets and trains and bombs overhead shiver into steel and time stops or stretches to infinity as flotsam shoots through cracks father opens shelter door sure he will witness haunting fears he knows and runs to the pile that was minutes ago, the neighbors house throwing pieces of piles aside he digs to the small space that two hundred and ten miles per hour had enclosed to free friends and dogs both men shudder at their fortunes the father, immensely glad to not have to bear witness and grief, the owner, who couldn't do that to his beloved dogs © Goode Guy 2013-12-26 http://www.npr.org/2013/12/26/257255801/after-moores-f5-tornado-storm-shelter-interest-increases
Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about I'm not a punk, somebody lied-- I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed I keep it 100, like whole-numbers, no fraction You're a toy, all looks but no action So much beef, I can open up a diner Catch me underground, call me a miner I keep it real, you haters is processed To the streets I'm a god, bow down, get blessed I got rank, like a zebra, I got stripes Diggin' in ya' chest, you know pressure bust pipes Got heat, I'm like an Arab with no turban Shots burn your chest, like drinking Burbon I cock my tool as they approach, get ready Make sure you're on point, and hold it steady When they get near, that trigger get a pull Give straight head shots, it's an unspoken rule Shots rang out, like the bells of Notre-Dame I was long gone, before the law even came
< tell me now Who ! Who ! ~ Let The Dogs Out ? bet Carolyn pulling them by snouts ...... fleas ... ticks.... she started to itch ///// screaming sons of a ....... b .i...t...c....h poor neighbor's dog now takes different route Entry For Andrea Dietrich's The DogGone Dog Contest G.L. All
Angel of mine I had written a poem called "Deaths Door" My sleeping problem my wife did endure From when I lost my spouse It's only the dog and I at the house Before I go to bed I shut the light Something happened to me one night I felt a hand on my back waking me Nobody but the dog here with and me It could have been a night I lost my breath An angel may have kept me from death That angel must be my wife Still watching over my life She watched over me when she was alive She must still be helping me to survive
There was a day, oh so clear… I took my newly trained dog for a walk. Just as I left the house… a rabbit came by, and yes, we were off. My dog took off quite fast… as he ran the rabbit under a car. Yep, you guessed… I just can't win… but I'm still alive, so far… Then a squirrel crossed the street… for in a tree, to hide. Clearly we had to follow… as cars swerved to miss us in their ride I was very grateful that day… to find every thing still intact. Yep, you guessed… I just can't win…as a friend, helped us from a limb, well cracked. Next the mailman rounded the bend… in his small-motorized truck I sure am glad he got away… but again, me… not so much. I can attest to my dog's health… As we ran a mile in record time… Yep, you guessed… I just can't win… as a fire truck came roaring by. Now don't you worry so very much… we survived, yet, again? And as all settled down, I was so glad… till the rain came rumbling in. Since lightening and thunder scare him so… we made it home, in record time. Yep, you guessed… I just can't win… as from under the door I climbed. The dinner table had been set… as I hurried from the door. Dinner will be late; I have to explain… as I now cleared it from the floor. A walk always develops an appetite… I mused, as I began to explain doggy house laws. Yep, you guessed it… I just can't win… as the turkey lay between his paws. The trainer assured me my dog's well trained… though with a small attention span Training's gone well, he said, again… though he looked like a crazed stuntman. Yep, you guessed it… He couldn't win…as he gave me, my money back A little chagrinned… he sent me on my way, with several tons of luck. There'll probably be another moment or two… with my beloved Great Dane. But that's to be expected… from a 100 lb puppy that's almost potty trained Yep, you guessed… I just can't win... But Don't Worry, we're doing well… OOOPS, the doorbell rang… here we go again, for another time… But know, eventually he will grow up… and by then we'll be just fine…
Always and forever Beyond what I could ask or think Compassion that was selfless Dared to live life on the brink Every time I'd call out Friend, you came running to me Grateful to be needed Heaven's gift you served humbly I never could have imagined Just in the nick of time Kindness would take over Love was on your mind Mary's condition was terminal Needs complex, we were in despair Overwhelmed we're desperate for you Poof! You appeared out of thin air Question me if you really must, but Resist the urge to doubt Serendipity had shined on us Treasure that was furry and shout Understand the legend is true Valid in its scope and scale Wag is real and came to assist Xerox of hope with a dancing tail Years from now he'll be caring still Zenith of peace and my Mary's thrill *Inspired by Shadow's poem on Wag Contest: Shadow's "Abecedarian Poem" Date: 8-31-14
No 8 second ride for these cowboys tonight As they start in the morning, losing daylight Their hats are now ties, tethering true Not breathing in clean air as faces turn blue Their motive, the green, but not of a pasture Not men of free will, but now slaves to a master When the bell rings, it's chaos, not for a meal It's a dog eat dog city, with true faces concealed They're just… Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside It's a sad way And a sad day For New York cowboys Their fishing hole yonder's now polluted with clutter As their southern boy drawl's replaced with a stutter No chaps and no stirrups, no boots and no jeans Their lives are now over, at the end of their means The bull that they ride are the very stories they tell From wall to wall bouncing, not sitting a spell They are always in a hurry, no time for the rose Not much of a cowboy or anything, I s'pose They're just… Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside It's a sad way And a sad day For New York cowboys
The air blows nicely through my Louisiana porch I could sit for hours and never check the time It's perfect to watch the sun shine The cows are in the pasture, my dog is just a foot behind Rocking in this old chair takes me to a simple state of mind I don't mind having company but don't miss it if it ain't there You can challenge me to a game of poker if you dare Some call me a drunk Some call me mean But I say I'm somewhere in between My old bird dog is the only love I have ever known And there is no one sweeter than she I call her Miss Gracie lea My Louisiana porch is home to me I would not trade my simple life for fame or money For my view of the country is sweeter then honey
Man and dog, reputed best friends, rise above death's fears. With lives on the line, heroes save, minds and hearts in action. Stories mount across counties where rescuers save many tears. Not for any gain or fame, but for responsible satisfaction. A perky little poodle, pretty, adorned in green and gray, Trapped inside a smoke filled house could not get away. Firemen forced their way inside in time to save the day. She squirmed in the arms of safety, well enough to play. (http://www.suffolknewsherald.com/2011/01/28/firefighters-rescue-dog/) A black and white dog fell through the ice; he was not skating. The thinly frozen water, his trap, oh, day in Rhode Island. Rescuers came to save that dog; there was no hesitating. They quickly warmed the shaking beast and gave a life-saving hand. (http://cranston.patch.com/articles/dog-rescued-by-fire-department) A German shepherd gone astray in the Los Angeles River Stood on a shallow watery ledge, amid rushing waters. His savior dangled above the scene, without any shivers. A struggle for life, one bite to the thumb…success never falters. (http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2010/01/los-angeles-firefighter-recounts-daring-dog- rescue.html) A candle flame, dog owner out, disaster begins to rage. Five dogs in Colorado Springs saved while the fire burned. One Chihuahua crossed the Vail to the great doggie sage. But with love and a fireman's CPR, her life was soon returned. (http://www.examiner.com/dog-rescue-in-national/firefighters-rescue-five-dogs-save-chihuahua- with-cpr) Across the species border, thrives a caring respect for life. Both man and canine have been willing to sacrifice breath itself. Facing danger, against raging flames, bravery beyond strife, A "dobbie" protects her puppies loving her babies more than herself. The rescuer knew she passed through her fears and did so aptly. He had risked his life for her and her pups, awareness shone well. Both man and dog covered in ash with faces gray and sooty, No bite, but kisses of thankfulness, she gave, so the world could tell. © January 29, 2011
Hey Yo plaq is whack Tell it to get back fast Infact kick it out With the arm and hammer Then finish with floss For the glits and glamour Now you are the boss Of your own teeth and gums But Ill share my loss So you'll never lose one One day my tooth ached so bad I could weep I recieved my first and last cavity Oh how my mom and dad were mad at me Because I didn't do what they asked of me Now my sis and the whole class laughs at me Cause all can I eat is easy mac n cheese and no more sweets like sour patch kids for me So Listen to your parents, jack and steve Because you do not want to act like me And end up with a toothless tragedy
When you decide to let God drive. You'll be riding in style in a tight whip, Down the Avenue of your life that's true. The world will dog you and try to scratch Your ride with the key of the enemy. It may appear that your ride looks rough, But your stuff is past the venues of luxury, You will not be popular. He will always be Wanting to be stopping you. You got The good stuff riding on nice tire spokes That the world's doggness look at you While you are dead broke. They got money And still want your honey and class and Want to have what you have, stay Where you stay, play how you play, and will dog you the same way, every Day because he is down in the dumps With the chumps and want your lovely Lumps rolling down the streets particularly The Avenue of Living the Life That's True Laid back with the Word of God as your Money and your life is fine. They can't Intertwine because they have not Tapped into the life divine. It's a doggy Dog world. They will try to mess up Your ride but that is why Jesus died So they can't mess with you. The world Did not like him either so don't expect Them to like you. Live the life that's True sooner or later someone from The world will want to join you. If the world hates you keep in mind, that it hated me first. John 15:18 All men will hate you because of me,but he who stands firm to the end will be saved. Matthew 10:22 1-10-11
He always says..."She has the "soul of a jewel"!!" I always say...."She rides like a stubborn old mule"!!! So...he wants me to ride in his old pick up truck..??? Well, I'm glad to tell you....he has run out of luck!! I'll tell you why.... Would I lie??? It was once painted blue...but now the color is rust But you can't be too sure...'cause it's covered in dust! The engine has to idle...'bout half an hour is good.. You can feel the vibration, around the whole freakin' neighborhood! If I open the door,...it makes a loud squeak I must hold my breath....Eewwwww!! What are those odors?? It reeks!! My life is in jeopardy if I go for a ride! The windshield is dirty, we can't see from inside It makes a weird noise...and rides bumpy and rough The dashboard is peeling, and covered with "stuff" The seat cushion's torn, it pokes at my rear His dog sits beside us, and licks at my ear There's no place below, to rest my feet There's a hole in the floor....you can see the street!!!! The windows don't close, so there's always a breeze With old Kleenex flying...those were tossed when he sneezed... Wrappers from Twinkies, a Burger King box... One lonely old sneaker...and dirty old socks If I had me some coffee...I'd really be set 'Cause those are dirty Styrofoam cups....and even more than that! Half a stale donut is squished on the floor Darn!! The dog beat me to it...and is looking for more! The muffler is loose, you can see the sparks fly Dirty looks from the folks, who get smoke in their eyes When we drive by the neighbors, I duck my head and I hide I'm no Prima Donna....but I've still got some pride!! He loves that old truck....he calls her a gem! If he had to choose between us.......I could be out on a limb!!! ______________________________________________________________________ For Paula's contest "Soul of a ........ & Life of a ........."
winter's rain deluge pouring buckets all night long... slept like a princess
The sun shines gently upon me. The birds are busy at play. The children are sleeping. The cats are out creeping. And the dog has been barking all day. The birds cackle and chirp; As they play a round of hide and seek. The dog watches with excitement, as the cat strolls by so frail and meek. A good morning kiss from the sun to the world. Its a brand new day. wake up boys and girls.
I am sitting in my light brown leather reclining chair after a strenuous day at my office glad to be home no more stress no wife just my dog Bandit at my side I'm holding in my right hand my favorite relaxing drink a single malt scotch on cracked ice with a twist of lemon as I was about to close my eyes just a little past seven counting the blessings in my life from heaven then out of the unexpected blue everything changed never I mean never to be the same again or maybe I was just going insane out of the corner of my right eye what I saw oh God what I saw was something that really scared the hell out of me as the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up and my flesh turned cold a man dressed all in black and red with a haunting evil look in his coal black eyes I believed he was from the dead stepped right through a solid wall made of brick an stone and stood there looking around the room then looked right through me as though I wasn't there my dog bandit backed up in fright and hid behind the chair making noises like I never heard him make before as my goose bumbled flesh turned cold as ice I sat paralyzed could not move from my light brown leather reclining chair then he smiled a shark like pointed toothy grin as he placed his gaze my way and pointed a long gray boney finger right at me the only sound that I could hear was the beating of my own heart as though it was going to tare my chest apart then he spoke in a low evil raspy voice and said I'll be awaiting you on the other side then he turned to leave the room the way he entered by stepping right through a solid wall made of brick an stone now I sit here all alone wondering and shaking what the hell just happend to me is there something in my life that I must change my life do I have to rearrange I do not want to meet that messenger from hell on the other side this is not a tale I tell for you may think I'm crazy as hell but I believe in what I saw I was visited by a messenger from hell if there is a lesson to be learned from my story look into your life and change what will make it right to travel into the light to heaven not hell when your time ends upon this earth
Life can bring many difficult situations! Often, there's really no explanation! No matter how smart or how wise, Things can take us totally by surprise! We can often find our life off course. Many times, being driven by a "dark force." I know that it's hard to know what to do. Especially with what you may be going through! I can't think of all the right words to say… To help you make it through another day! But there's someone, I can ask you to turn to! He loves and is most concerned about you! His name is Jesus! The almighty God is he! He's committed to you now! And for eternity! He's the one that you can trust and lean on! And is someone that you can certainly depend on! Won't you give him an opportunity to help you? He reaches out his hand! Because he loves you! He is the source with an eternal heavenly treasure! He can completely fill you! Beyond measure! The decision is yours! A choice to be made! There's nothing for Jesus what's worth the "trade!" He's everything that any of us can ever think of! And can do more for you! Than you ever dreamed of! He's the alpha and omega! The beginning and the end! Won't you allow him to be your savior and friend??? By Jim Pemberton
Through the cracks i seen Her shadow She was brushing her hair in front of the mirror I heard whispers coming from the adjoining section So it caught my attention and brought me closer In that shadow that is as dark as a cesspool I felt something evil over there and lurking Then i feel this chill and a presence behind me And it was hard to accept because no one sneaks up behind me Then there was another appriation under the painting of her mother It was completely different any from the others The swoosh of a hawk is how the next scene is depicted The dark shadoe suffered the fatal blow of the Holy Spirit Now she smiles at her own reflection Im like how did I ever end up in this position If it aint observing the phenomenon then its researching life of my unborn person Because i am just a spirit stuck in between lightness and darkness I can never comp[letely remember this past life that i have lived here Here comes the preist He is currupted by the devil Here comes the joker And God says he is chosen There goes the palace dog he is barking at me and growling Im like dog why are you the only one who can see me She starts singing the most loveliest melody I can feel only for a brief moment then i feel nothing It is true that the spirit world is where souls despair and are lonely Are we Gods Angles or are we really the demons She sings these three notes Please dont be lonely Im like i think other than the dog your the only one that knows me
Is it not so, that the sun does rise in the east and settles in west? Is it not so, that water is water and fire is fire? Is it not so, that laughter is laughter and pain hurts? Is it not so that cold is cold and hot is hot? Is it not so that a dog is a dog and a cat is still a feline? Is it also not so that love is love and hate is hatred? If all these things I have said be true and clear to you? How is it people think both right and wrong be both possible at the same time…yet we say that all things are either right or wrong depending on were you live at or the culture in which you were born in or in which ever way you were taught? If the world is truly a sphere as it was proven a long time ago and as is it still exist today? Then surely right or wrong can't have change no matter were you or where born? I present these statements as proof positive and a fact that some of us might be living wrong!
. The sunlight pierces the dark clouds It's warmth touches my face As it dries the raindrops 'pon trees The Dove coos from its place All seems well until the Dove flies Then clouds cover the sun The cat and Princess both want me A peaceful place now done Cindy wins the warm lap and curls She wants to sleep and sleeps Princess pitter patters tippy Toe, in sadness she weeps
You're a voyeur at best! Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest Ready to consume the final climax I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble Letting your poison drip straight from your lips Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion You know only rape - manifestation of hate Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind Depths you'll never penetrate! She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore Impaled into a desperate whore Shamefully out of broken safety's choice She bore embryogenesis of morose May your rusty blades caress as they please So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis Let the worship of machines be Leg them construct us cell to cell Nature's just in the way Of our race of perfectly engineered machines! The burden of conception Surrenders to the will of The New God
Life Of Fleas Well, they start out working at the circus After eggs, bacon and dogs They become accountants, multiply like crazy Later they become football players Famous for the flea flicker and other tricks Life isn't fair Life is a flea... and then you marry one Some marry quickly with ticks It never lasts. They have affairs Then things get a little weird They grow beards and move to New York Work on Wall Street and eat with knives and forks At fine restaurants, though they have no fingers And don't wear cloths Such things don't come in their sizes For exercise some leap tall buildings in a single bound If their legs hold out You can find them at the opera I don't know why you would want to do that They are everywhere in flea and tick season Found in the hair of cats, dogs and at malls Fleas don't have names for a reason And don't divorce or pay taxes Life is too short They should be deported of course for not working Clearly not mans best friend None have a social security card Drinking beer, going around naked, hanging out in the yard With entirely too many friends It never ends
I was a child of not more than nine. Just one toy I wanted so very bad. Wanted a doggy toy, I towed the line. I knew if I didn't get it, I would be sad. The dog you see would swallow a ball. Roll up his tongue, into mouth then caught. A dog with a trick, no feeding, not bad at all, This doggy would wag his tail, which I sought. I crawled out of bed, early Christmas morn. My parents told me, it's too early you see. I went back to bed, waited, as I'd sworn. If I did not listen, nothing would be under tree. My anticipation was so rampant, for this toy. When I returned to open, presents at eight, Tearing paper, checking, for my inner joy. However, to my surprise, no doggy was my fate. My sadness was real, my heart crushed today. Though thankful, for what I had anyway, We prepared to go to grandma's house in zest. Upon arrival, seeing my toy, this day was the best. Written for Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. Contest Name "TOYLAND"
His hard eyes stared me down The remnant of a smile Now a distant memory It's funny how the eyes can relate hatred Out of nothing came a blow It made me see stars-for how long? I can't count but I'm a damn good smell sensor What I did to deserve that smack, I may never know I miss my friends from that place I don't know what they call it but I remember its smells Urine, poop, fear, and death Why did I have to go home with this guy? It started as soon as I got to his digs Couldn't hold it There were others here; I could smell them But they are gone I used to remember everything Now it's a blur Head smacks all the time I hate the stars What a fool He took me outside and unlatched the spike collar Took off, full speed Not looking back, gonna find another pack
Throughout the animal kingdom, There are commonalities, don't you think? One of the strongest among them Is an inborn maternal instinct. She wouldn't leave her litter To go outside and save herself; Instead she stayed beside them And barked and howled for help. He rushed into the burning building, Not sure of what he'd find; The smoke and fire very thick, Making him practically blind. He followed a path to the sounds Of the barking, howls and yelps; Being a dog owner himself, He knew he had to help. He found them in the laundry room; A mother dog and her six pups. He used an empty laundry basket To pick the newborns up. She stayed close to his side As he led them out of harms way; He checked out each of her little pups To make sure they were okay. Sometimes we wonder if animals feel The same emotions that we do; The lick she planted on his face Sure felt like gratitude. Throughout the years this fireman Had rescued many souls, But the rescue of this dog and pups Is the one he most often told. NOTE: In verse 5, instead of "mother dog" I wanted to use the accepted term for a mother dog - "b_tch", but PS would not accept that word - damn, I mean darn!
She's pouring from a pot of tea as we relax on the quiet porch Honeysuckle vines encircle the posts, and webs of daddy long-legs glisten in the afternoon light. She nonchalantly chatters, telling me her stories... as if they were ordinary tales which, of course, ..they are not. Sailing across an ocean during dangerous wartime, Living in exotic, but threatened tropics A life of adventure, of hardship, of fear Yet none of that revealed on her weathered face She smiles, cheeks rouged and eyes sparkling. Inside the house, the counter is cluttered with dirty dishes The floor is sticky, and dog hair floats in prisms of light The old hound sleeps in the middle of the kitchen rug. An older black lab is lapping up water from a brown dish dripping water from his sloppy face across the checkered floor. Throughout the house, a lingering musky smell of well loved pets, and a stale, smokey odor of burnt toast from her attempt at breakfast. Servants, cooks, gardeners, are now part of a long ago past. The house is filled with dust covered, treasured belongings from yesterday. Piles of clutter everywhere. Junk mail, newspapers, dog treats, documents and clippings prized antiques and artifacts On shelves, and on the walls, are sepia-hued photographs People of fame, others of family and friends... I see my own family among them. A handsome young man, and she, his bride. He would become a General. She would follow him to the ends of the earth. Their life like a story that one would read in a novel. I sit here now,...with this woman of many lives. Sitting on her porch, she wears a tattered, splattered dress. Today, she is a homespun, country widow. An extraordinary woman, this grand Duchess, yet now who bears traits of Ma Kettle She brought class, dignity, and a wealth of knowledge to our small country neighborhood,....... to my life. Here we are, together, so far from the world she once knew. We sit in the shade of her covered porch A long haired, grey cat jumps into her lap. Under the veil of a summer day I pour her another cup of tea, and a little more for myself. Tea is served....I have much more to drink in.....to savor. In memory of dear friends, most amazing people, who lived down our road ... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lester_Maitland Aviation Pioneer
SMOKEY AND THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER Once when I was just a kid, My mom thought 'twould be nice, If I'd invite some friends to play, And we could swing outside. I had a swing set in the yard, Where I would play for hours. My daddy built it just for me, Away from Mommy's flowers. It stood beneath a large Oak tree, And even had a sand box. We played and swung and had a ball, Got sand in clothes and socks. Our neighbors had a big red dog, A loyal, patient friend, Prince often came to play with us, He wagged his tale and grinned. Another dog came on the scene, And Prince was not amused, They postured and they sniffed each other, A dog fight soon ensued. We screamed and cried and climbed the set, As Prince and dog fought on, Smokey heard our frantic cries, And raced across the lawn. Prince was huge with big white teeth, And muscles big and stocky, But Smokey feared him not and leaped, And rode him like a jockey. Smokey sank his claws in deep, With teeth he grabbed his neck, The big dog took off down the street, With Smokey firmly set, Upon his back, he rode him well, They soon were out of sight, We worried that he might get hurt, In yet another fight; But he came strolling home real soon, The hero of the day. "Don't worry kids', he seemed to say, He won't be back today." Judy Ball For Fraqncine Roberts Pick A Pet Contest - July4,2011
He was a guard dog And very good at his job, But one night he met a man Who had killing on his mind. The man was an assassin With a contract to complete, But the dog also had a job Which he took very seriously. She was the only witness In a very important case, She was also a detective So she knew what danger was. The night before the trial began, The killer made his move To take care of this witness So she could never testify. He crept softly through an open window, And slowly climbed the stairs, He drew his gun and opened the door, But a cyclone met him inside. The dog had been waiting With a growl deep in his throat, He threw himself at that killer And bore him over the rail. The witness drew her weapon And jumped up out of bed, She heard the screams and growling, And quickly went down the stairs. The killer lay quiet on the floor With the dog standing over him, "Hold him, Tiger"! she commanded "While I report this on the phone." The killer went to prison, The witness testified, So now this story is ending, I hope you, dear readers, are satisfied.
I woke up in the morning and wondered why I'm still here, life has never been good to me and left me so Heart Broken. I only want to be happy, is that too much to ask? So if there is a God up above, I really do need a hand. I step outside in the pouring rain, I already feel depresssed. So Mother Nature can feel my pain and thats why its raining for me. I know life is what I make of it, and believe me, I try my best, but once in a while I need a break, or the comfort of a valued friend. Hearts are meant to be broken, I know cause I lived through it all, but hearts take time to mend from the pain, depending on how it was broken. My life was full of trauma, a time I would not want to go back to, but now I have an adorable dog and her daughter, who help me heal. My heart is still broken from the past, but now it is slowly healing. My furry friend will be my comfort, when I feel so lost and alone. Nobody should ever feel lonely and lost, cause when you need a friend they are always there...even if its your dog or any other kind of pet. They are very therapeutic at times, when the darkness seems to haunt you. Anytime I need a friend, my pets are close within reach. They will not let me cry for long, cause they're on my lap and licking me. I have to smile at them, and show them I am okay, cause if I don't they get sad too, and that is something I would never want them to suffer. So if you have ever been Heart Broken, find yourself a furry friend. They will be there whenever you need them, and cheer you up, when you are feeling down. I thank God for giving me my dog, because of her I also have her daughter. God does work in mysterious ways, and sometimes I am too stubborn to wait, but God has aleays been there, and he hurts along with me too.
A fine morning to watch the birds By the ocean side. My dog by my side. Deep cool breeze Setting ablaze my ribs My jacket and the dog's fur All I needed and asked for Perfect company and comfort …a lonely life. My surrounding, Oblivion of me And me too, void of all Very deep in thought Knowing not when, I sipped from the coffee cup Wincing in disagreement, I jolted back to memory By its bitter taste. Hahahahahaha What a way to discover. But discovered I have. A great deal of life is false and bitter It's bitter when you love Yet, you be not loved It's false, thinking you are loved But all the while, mugged Why do you tell me All is fair in love and war? When I know what I saw? The weak is the stepping stone For the wicked The honest a tool In the hands of the fraud But… Woe to them who made you bear grudge And… Woe to you who got soiled in vengeance. Nature is smart…so smart with it For the sun must rise again And time must heal your pain Like the Americans will say Every dog has its day Dust up and take a walk For your new lover Might be waiting by the side walk
Life is this intangible thing, an enigma and a contradiction; at once so real, visceral, and so ephemeral, ethereal. It's like the difference between day and night; during the day, things happen – to you and to others, cause and effect, gripping happenstance; we react to these stimuli, and action results, changing forever your life, whether big or small. But at night, you rest, restore, reminisce, and soothe – a stretch, expanse of enchantment where time slips through your fingers too fast and magic feels true in our hearts. To say that life is all about stretching your legs, petting a dog as it lies beside you and together you watch the rain; as you hear crickets chirping through the storm, life always going on, is laughably absurd. And yet, on occasion, sometimes that's all that's really needed, moments of quiet contemplation of all that lies ahead and behind; in this, I find peace. Sometimes we just need a friend and a reprieve; sometimes we must simply listen to the rain and smile at the crickets.
THE MUSHERS RIDE OUT (part 2) Arctic Dogsledding (continuation) But in the race-- the last sleds skid Fleet dashers kiss the road Excitement flows through panting limbs Among this glorious fold The mushers breathe in glories 'Neath skies where grey eats blue The dogs' blood touched in magic Heart-boldness born anew For racing has its winners The world will see one face but the winning of this venture-- is survival of the race Foes and allies side by side Fate braids their wild desires Each step through such life threatening lands Seek comforts flamed by fires. A thousand miles will test their skill In cold winds dark and fierce A bond will form among these teams No pot of gold can pierce The old dogs teach the young Young mushers quickly grow Keep straight the gangline as they run Teams strain through ice and snow When injured dogs bleed out their lives Leave blots of crimson tears the lead dog takes the team to task Delays all pain and fears And when they see the final leg each team will tear in town where all are warmly welcomed and warmly bedded down. A noble nature rules here Despite life rough and cruel A code of honor spurs them on This life learned not in school. The widow's lamp burns valiantly Awaits the last sweet team And when they stagger cross the line The sirens gaily scream-- There is respect for hearts that blaze They offer brave ones rest-- The folks that welcome first to last Are sparks of Nature's Best Victoria Anderson-Throop 12/27/12 Home: Valdez, Alaska
I feel like a dog chasing his tail Like I'm sailing on a sea in a stormy gale Like a seashell lost in a hurricane I have nobody but myself to blame Like I'm road kill swollen up in the sun Like my life has all came undone Like I'm an old bone on which the dog likes to chew To the end of my rope what else is to do Like an egg dropped off a ten foot wall Like I'm running when I'm trying to fall There is nowhere else left to go Like being tossed to and fro Like away from the world I want to be hid I feel bad about what I went and did Like I want to bid everyone good bye I want to smile, but I just cry Like a tornado twists about a tree That's the way my life will be Just like a bear that wants to be fed And like a traveler that hasn't a bed My flight is hard and my journey's long Melancholy is my song Like a grave yard in the darkest night Don't worry 'bout me, I'll be alright
An Angel stalked my better-half through my mind Questioning our flawless design Angel: "What is a beast if you grant it introspection?" Man: "It's still an animal, yet closer to imperfection." "What is a dog with no will to live?" "A dog with a will always has hope to give." "But dogs cannot contemplate, they simply are." "Yet humans can, is it an improvement or a scar?" "Undying love is a gift you bear!" "What good is it when it hurts to care?" "That is the beauty of woman and man!" "But what is it, what truth is there to understand?" "That is for God to tell" "If our questions go unheard, I'm glad we fell." "You've only fallen if you fail to see." "I don't see god, but I can feel the animal in me." "You would deny your God given status?" "If God made us so great, then why can't we kill the bestial urges inside us?" "Some people dwell closer to sin." "Yet none of us can handle the animal within." "I cannot help you if you can't agree." "Only if I agree you will set me free?" "Only with the glory of God can we save you and your kind." "You cannot help me, you are just within my mind." With that the Angel fell dead The man stared calmly toward nothing and shot himself in the head
The old dog lay And opened an eye As he heard the sound Of a passerby Dressed in a suit A black tie to complete As he walked home From a business meet The old dog rolled over For the porch got stiff quick And he feared if he laid Too long that he'd stick He rolled to his feet Gave a mighty big stretch As his mind wandered back To the days he played catch For he was a young pup then So sprightly and free He'd run 'round all day With no cares or worries But the years flew on by To a dog they go fast And a pup's youthfulness Does not an eternity last His days are now filled With much of the same Laying out front And watching for rain And watching the people They don't seem to mind And once in a while An activity he'll find To break the routine And throw in some fun But once that is over It's back to the sun And watching and sleeping As the days wind on passed As each day fades by The same as the last
You can teach an old Dog a new trick But The Dog will do its old tricks more Because It knows them better 25/08/08 (c) 01:44Hrs
In the face of all words The smile still An unenlightened dog's cell! From "Inland"
Homeless He shuffles down the sidewalk, pushing his world before him Plastic bags of treasures, societies discarded remnants With him walks a dog of suspect lineage, Tied to his grocery cart with a frayed piece of rope Passers by give wide birth, diverting eyes to avoid his being As if not looking will make him not be there With eyes downcast, he pretends he does not notice Hiding his hurt inside his rumpled clothes He knows that he has all but been forgotten Except by those that provide the gift of food His life reduced to the humility of handouts Hoarded to be shared with his faithful friend At night they disappear into the shadows Retreating to the camps that they call home Surrounded by those that harbor like afflictions Thankful to survive another day He thinks about the days before the bottle And the drugs that lifted him above the stress He pats his dog as she lays down beside him Without judgment, she is willing to accept Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow He will continue on the treadmill of despair Hope is just a word without a meaning As he tries to make it through another day
Trespassers will be shot I Survive not as a man but as a human being I' am level but bent elements of life cast in a mutant haze to come close to satisfaction my only compromise brought up in abstract wars defending the ludicrous redundant whores planning a future where money takes all but the hard lines on our face and our leather patched jeans Oxygen all used up in this arrogant world where dog eat dog and nothing is obscene or absurd the knowing don't advertise just to profit from a mind carelessly drifting away improving methods to make a living from violence with pseudo safety at your fingertips chilled ocean waves freezing deep inside the sweat of the mid day sun creative masters all degrees, fun youngers all diseases laughter patiently mocking paranoid trips, kids dolls locked in a zoo beautiful heroes and spirit imbued what is brave an answer to your possession the listing struggle collecting tax from a citizen willing to pay if they'll just explain cash is their mandate, and fear is their weapon your not safe in your domain because we've made it a price to defend playing god compared to taking life but nature is it's own entity replication is insane ask god if we are the same where is the book of legends which guides us, reincarnates the process to find us allowing acts in revealing you a chain that carries a ball a warning to the residence of Shangri La prisoners of withdraws and the timeless is at hand to polish hatred to distract mankind what of John Lennon or Hitler without a madman plot our future lies in our will If Christ should appear, would he be dressed in Kevlar with an army of tears free is not to live in fear, free is all the guns at the bottom of the sea everything oil,plastic,automobiles,trans fats,poverty and hatred pied piped by anti Federal mannequins the closest to representation we will ever get animals are to be respected and learned from they have no fight with man but a common strife the first signs of humanities decline will come venerable brave tell me we don't have the intelligence and wisdom to proceed without weapons what if armies used food and care in an assault on the troubles of the world can i have a wonderful life and feel good about being eaten by a bear when less is praised but no fearless embrace not even a word, you are trespassing in our world intelligence and passion make up our bullet proof suite don't underestimate the possibility you harbor a killer in your garage i' d rather be killed by a bear, than road kill
Prince Obi Wan is not a morning dog, you see — He grumbles and he fusses, when awakened, Just like me! Wherever I am, You will find him there, He is my flame through time, That shall never fail, With him, I have not one fear, He howls his complaints, When things do not quite go his way – Yet even still, he is the best part, Of any given day! He sings with heart, for all to hear, He gives each song, all he has, That is – My Prince Obi Wan, my little fur-man, Now his body has gone, Yet even still, his spirit remains, I feel him each place I go, He will always be with me, This I absolutely know.
Can you see the people moving? Do you see them fighting? Not with their arms and fists, stupid, Rather with their minds and thoughts. "Life is short and then you die", Thumps through a pair of headphones. The owner isn't smiling, rather scowling, or impasse. I stay seated on my park bench, And ignore the hobo, snoring his life to me. Beside me on the park bench. The hobo snores contently, Onto the unassuming walkers, A dreamy smile pasted on his lips. So what if his content isn't rational? So what if he is happier with less? Does that mean a thing? Isn't your life a mess? The dog beside him licks his dirty nose, And he wakes, serenely smiling. He pats the dog, and plays with its ears, And grabs for happiness, under the bench. Its not long before he is snoring again, His dogs' head on his waste, glances at me, And licks its joules. The hobo is still snoring, But I am walking into the distance, With his dog and his drink!
Lost one Tossed one Tossed to and fro and here and there Lost one Desperate tears Burdened, By a world of cares So much fear, it tears Down to the last fiber of being With no one or no thing, To give some kind of remedy So torn, So broken, Just as these words are spoken Hurting, Deep inside, choking Choking down the emotions, hold it in Because these might be the last emotions, he'll ever have again Within, starting to grow, More and more numb Without Love, No one to show him some The lost one, Tossed one Tossed, by the worldly system In this dog eat dog world Where everyone is expendable The lost one, I am Soldiering, in search of peace Up and down the streets For whoever, Whatever Can give me some relief By any means is necessary Whatever they may be Be it God, or be it guns Whatever my choice may be, It's mine I'll own that I've waited on you too long and, The sun is setting Now is the time I'm tired of being lonely Tired of being that lost boy Waiting on you to find me, to hold me Just hold it Truth be told, I just might be a lost cause Just as a corpse-filled coffin, Bracing a six-foot fall I might be done And if so, Let that day come Where mind and body's at peace No matter what race I've run No matter what wrong I've done Let it be known, On my tombstone I lived and died, As just A lost one
Just like football I am trying to reach the goal Zigzagging down the field of life to keep from getting bowled It is first down in the morning as that whistle rocks my head Just a little button hook to get me out of bed I am tackled within three steps as my son bursts through the door His sister went long with his mobile phone to even up the score I coach them how to play together, not to scream and shout Both are yanked from the game for a personal time out At ten AM in the second quarter I think I am gaining ground The dog intercepts a pass by the cat to turn the game around Racing out the patio door that dog and cat did mesh It cost the dog a bout in his cage for unnecessary roughness Halftime brings the team together to analyze performance After lunch we play again to make good a second chance The clock winds down with end zone in sight, dinner takes a tumble An audible I had to call because the cake I fumbled And finally in quarter four, the game down to the wire A revelation that no one else could manage this empire Though touchdowns are sweet in life, one thing I came to know Sometimes to win the game at hand you only need a field goal
Dog owndership is not for me nor is the dog walking buisness even if someone was to pay me a fee or buy me a car and throw in a house that's free of mice Dogs always have to stop and sniff around often even and lag way behind especially if their person wants to contine walking and thinking out loud while assuming that the dog is close by to find out that's not true Dogs usually want to be good or so trainers claim but training a dog is a stressful challenge although it's great to have one's dog in the car at Taco Bell and there's nobody else with whom to share It's harder still when one's dog seemingly starts to have a hearing problem and runs away from the driveway as if confused on a hot day and then runs back home before it can be found- I like certain kinds of dogs but to own one just isn't for me.
For Dr Maya Angelou Vanquished by the day one may be, Beaten down by the barren night. Faltering at times, at times upright. Still one stands. One still fights. For though one falls, One must rise.
Damn these days of separation, we both react out of desperation. Where simple logic is thrown aside, and dog eat dog reeks of self pride. Trying to survive with no obligations, loosing my mind knowing my past fixations. My life had purpose my life had definition, both of you my responsibility despite my minds condition. I gave it my all almost always, despite our differences lingering in the hallways. Guilt-ridden I am, and don't know how else to feel, wishing you'd disarm your anger at me so we can heal. Can you understand that we're both hurting? Both subjecting our hearts to perverting. Are you going to hate me? Or let me back in? The fracture of our hearts, proof of original sin.
s/he got a new dog & like many dogs before it, it shed & it jumped up on the sofa, the comfy chair in the living room, etc.--- in regards to the prior dogs in her/his life, s/he had "suffered" the hair deposits, the smell of dog, be it dry or wet, and the rest of the litany of petty problems which dog owners will claim when going to great lengths to tame & beat their happy dog into submission--- one day, s/he came up with an idea as to how to get the dog off the chair & the sofa--- s/he got up early in the morning, wrapped the chair in a sheet & then subsequently wrapped that sheet in electrical tape, masking tape & that really sticky gray duct tape, all with the adhesive side facing up--- after the chair was engulfed in tape, s/he left the house & went to work. low & behold, when the once-frustrated dog owner returned to her/his abode that evening, there was a whimper coming from the living room--- the dog, a shaggy dog whose resemblance to a frayed towel was uncanny, had gotten itself stuck on the tape & the pulling of its hair in the attempt to escape the tape-engulfed chair, was too much for the poor dog, who had been undergoing the pain for who knows how long--- the satisfied owner talked conceitedly to the dog, asking it what the problem was (as if the poor dog had any idea what this horrible human was babbling) & then got down on her/his knees to help the dog from the trap that had worked out just the way the owner suspected that it would, because the dog never set foot on the chair or the sofa again.
Worms in my pocket Toads in my cap My dog and i on a log we sat The river close and running free Sitting under the old willow tree A stick and a string i fished the day My dog and i passing the time away Sitting under this old willow tree When yesterday it was dad and me I will always remember the stories he told Back when he was a boy at his old fishing hole He said boy i remember when it was Pa and me Their was a tire tied to that old willow tree Pa gave me a push the swing went high Over the river close to the sky On the grass laid my lunch and book And in my pocket the worms for the hook Their on the log sat pa and me Fishing under the old willow tree
A low man is due... My eyes seek reality, My fingers feel for faith. Touch clean with a dirty hand, I touch the clean to the waste. I fall cause I let go, The net below has rot away. And I cry to the alleyway, Confess all to the rain. But I lie straight to the mirror, The one I've broken to match my face. The fire is so warm, But nowhere safe from the storm. And I can't bear to see, What I've let me be. So wicked and worn. So as I write to you, Of what is done and to do. Maybe you'll understand, I won't cry for this man. Cause low man is due. So low the sky is all I see, All I want from you is forgive me. My eyes seek reality, And my fingers seek my veins. There's a dog at your back step, He must come in from the rain. But you bring that poor dog in from the rain, Though he just wants right back out again. So my fingers feel for faith, And my eyes seek reality. So as I write to you, Of what is done and to do. Maybe you'll understand, I won't cry for this man. Cause low man is due.
2:51 PM 21 Oct 2014 BALL BALL! There's the ball! Grab it quick and through it against the wall! See how high I can jump how fast I can run! Here's the ball throw it again isn't this so much fun! I love it when we play together! No matter what the weather! BALL BALL! Throw it again! I'll catch it and roll it back because I love how it makes you grin! Ha! Thought you could fool me! But I see the ball hid behind your knee! GRRRR! AARRROOOF BALL BALL BALL! The bestest game of all!
The thin gray man pulled his truck to the edge of the greenest part of the field behind the church. He adjusted his cap then carefully unloaded the plastic fences, jumps, marking poles, see-saws, a-frames and the orange traffic cones in the middle of the field. With calculated moves, he had set out the apparatus to prepare his dog for the upcoming trials a short time away. Adjusting each item, checking their position and height just so, pacing off the space between the cones and white stakes measuring here and there to be sure. His black and white Afghan jumped out. The dog followed his signals and moved over and around the folding fences, weaved through the orange cones, jumped the hurdles and got a treat and and encouraging word each time it was right. The rain came suddenly but neither the man nor his dog neglected their duties. The next day, at the same time, almost exactly, he returned. This time with a tall, shiny, black poodle. The routine was a little different. The poodle more advanced, quickly ran the gates and wove its way through the cones. Each received their reward in time. The man, filled with pride. The dogs filled with soft praise and biscuits.
Run for cover or hide behind another lover Your life was never your own just a dog after the master's bone Run in circles and chase your tail until you fall off the trail And when the world gets dark and you've left the dog park Become an animal, claw and bite in defense Until you can jump the fence back to your family home And follow the same routine all over again
I'm sitting by the river. It's a warm and sunny day. It's lovely to be out here Just relaxing in this way. My jacket is unzipped, My brand-new book is on my lap, When suddenly a dog squats down And takes a mushy crap. The owner was right next to him; The dog was on a leash. I shook my head and silently Admonished with a "Sheesh!" His little pile of doggie doo Was inches from my feet. It wasn't what I'd hoped to see To make my day complete. Although the owner scooped up What his rear end had been spitting, With just one tug they could have moved Where no one else was sitting. A gorgeous day can suffer from A blot upon its beauty When someone inconsiderate Ignores her civic duty!
her friend showed her a picture of a grieving dog---it'd been roaming round the net apparently & when he did, the look on his own face was sad to begin with, for the scene of the dog laying on the floor flat in front of the coffin, was one that brought about the propinquity of the possible deaths of those older than him whom he loved dearly (for in the moment looking at the picture, the relation between the grieving dog created anxiety regarding the ensuing months & years of grievance to come, if as a human, one has ever loved at all---this is where the healthy inevitably lose) & when she saw it she turned her head quick, as if she'd seen a car accident in the making, slowly pulling her head back after a pause to look at her friend, saying without words "why did you show me this?"
I see him every day with his companion by his side Even if he'd rather stay in the house to hide With his head pointing down toward the ground And a saddened frown Holding the attached leash his connection to his friend And the endless hours together that they spend Your dog always listens no matter what is said He'll sleep beside you affectionately inside your bed Dogs don't care if you forgot your deodorant and might smell Or the changeable moods you may expel He'll gladly stand by your side so proud And yiper ever so long so loud Dogs never make you feel bad for a mistake They'll kiss you every morning till you wake So who can blame him if he doesn't care to smile Because when he's walking his dog inside his heart life becomes worthwhile
Surviving in the city The dog stood on the corner, looking for the cat. The cat was at the Warf side, behind a fishing vat. The dog was known as Rusty, an Irish setter bread. The cat was known as Sylvester, he finds what people need. The dog needed him a playmate, so he could plant some seeds. For that the cat demanded meat so fresh, that it simply bleeds. The dog had marked a hydrant, because the dog was late. He also do-doed on a lawn that led to someone's gate. The cat found that disgusting but Rusty paid his price So he watched for lady midnight, for she was built real nice. Lady midnight came up prancing, her tail all in a swish. He took her for some meatballs, Midnights favorite dish. Sylvester ran it down, what Rusty had paid for Her cut would come right off the top, and there was nothing more. Lady M agreed that she was in that day. She took a bite then licked her lips and they were on there way. When Rusty meet with Midnight, she wouldn't take no sass If he would get to close, she swished her hips and knocked him on hiss ass. When Rusty got his chance, he was off before he's in. She winked at sly and said to rusty, I hope we meet again. Everyone was happy, even Rusty wasn't sad. The edge he had was ended and he didn't feel so bad. Now ain't that oh so pretty, their life there in the city. Where Sly and Lady Midnight, finger popped to do-wah-ditty.
Have you ever wonders the streets at night? When the darkness is so deep it's like trying to look through silk Have you run your fingers along the leaves of low hanging branches? When their covered with a think blanket of due I have Walked hours in the silky night When clouds covered the sky Let the moon guyed me Trusting my soul to were my feet go Have you ever craved for someone you could never have? When they are so close you can feel their breath on your skin Have you ever wanted to lean in close; taste their lips agents yours? Warm and soft tasting of them I have Lured them in with whispers in their ear Gentle squeezes as I run my hands over their shoulders Tasting them as I gently push my lips to theirs Have you ever felt alone? Like you're the only person on the planet Have you ever wonders why they just pick at you? Your too fat to thin not tall enough not short enough your clothes are wrong your shoes to small I have Felt so alone that I took flesh from bone Let blood run deep down drain wholes Let the picking eat away the flesh that was left Have you ever beat your fist into a wall? So that the tears welling behind your eyes would not fall Have you ever hugged your dog at night? When their was no one around who wanted to comfort you I have Beat my fist into a wall till the skin was raw Night after night when then the walls took the abuse Hugged by dog so tight I was positive I would suffocate him Have you ever woken feeling new? All that's happens just made you stronger Have you ever realized the value of your own gold? Look at your assets what your brain knows I have Iv woken feeling new when the truing point came I stopped lessening to what others said I stopped the hate from feeding on me For I am not going to be what they want For I am Me I am strong Smart Beautiful For I am me and that all i can be
A dog that gave a barking sound. A girl that ran to her mum. She tell's her mum can I sleep here today. Her mum agrees they sleep together in a cold night. A puff of air that disappeared. The girl see's it she tries to wake her mum up. Mum it's here again the puff of air. The dog left the house and never came back.
Mum will be worried and tonight will be a frost The sun is going down quickly I know I am lost Not at all sure if we are on the right track Shep, you are smart you'll find the way back It really is my fault, you only have one bad habit I shouldn't let you chase that big old buck rabbit Watching you run after it was ever so much fun If dad was there he would have shot it with a gun Time sure went fast Shep, what happened to the day I've had a real good time, and we both like to play Not at all scared, if we see a bear you will bark But we better hurry home, can't be out after dark Silly me, I couldn't remember which way that we went But you are a smart dog, you will pick up the scent Mum will be really worried, she'll be a nervous wreck Dad consoling her, saying "He's okay with Old Shep" We will be safe, I can feel it in my heart You're a brave dog Shep and very, very smart Oh, Shep there it is, I can see our family home Lets run all the way and I'll get you a big bone Mum, Dad and Sis are smiling and waving like mad They are happy to see us, and I'm twice as glad Now we are home, the day has come to an end I love you Shep, you really are my best friend
After the Meeting (resentment) At the AA meeting, my dog, I had taken her with me as support. looked around and went over to a tall, elegant man with a wave of white hair and refined air (I've none) and sat there looking up to him adorningly. On the way home I told her to sit in the back, this confused her as she usually curls up on the seat beside me. There was an awkward silence; her ears were up, knew something was wrong: "So you think I'm bald; let me tell you this; that man is a doctor and kill people when he's drunk and perform heart surgery " Not addressing the dog directly, but I said no more as I sounded ridiculous. Back home I drank vodka, with cola light and ice, the dog had to sleep in outside, on the terrace.
The alarm goes off, I open my eyes to face the day I roll back over to sleep it away The wife begins to preach to me No work, unemployed, I am free I go to the unemployment office and talk to the man He looks at my state and says he will do what he can The man asks me which of the three jobs I choose I don't want a job, I guess I've got those Lazy Hound Dog Blues I go outside, sit at the bench and wait for the bus I've got nowhere to be, I ain't in no rush It's getting to be late in the afternoon Getting hungry and will be home soon My wife left me a note saying were through At the moment I don't care, it's the curse of the lazy hound dog blues I tell myself tomorrow I will look for a job Gotta clean myself up, no one will hire a slob The alarm goes off I hit the snooze Not today, I am nagged by those lazy hound dog blues My wife calls, says she wants to work things out I try to explain, she begins to shout She won't listen what's the use I tell there is a cure for the flu But how do you shake the lazy hound dog blues
insomnia & the scratching of a dog's belly the sun is rising regardless of one's feelings on the subject & though the night has brought no rest, no relief & clearly no satisfaction, one walks out into the living room where the dog is sleeping soundly as he always does drifting away into some dream state that has got to be more amusing than staring awake at the wall, waiting for work to scream back all the sweet nothings of a life growing shorter by the days & an exhaustive way of going about it, still, the dog awakes looking up through the broken light bits of the daybreak bearing beautiful eyes & a comfort that only such loyalty can provide, with tail wagging (pounding against the floor) and the sideways slump of his lips & teeth mashed into the carpet with a yawn here & a yawn there--- wanting to know the secret, laying down on the floor next to the dog, the arm crawls up his belly and itches as the tail wags more rhythmically & he rolls halfway over to allow for the covering of more belly area for scratching--- though the eyes will not close & the mind runs rampant with worry, anxieties & all the horrible mental trappings of human "fun," the dog settles for the belly scratch, content to get some more sleep when the human leaves content to rest himself on the carpet content to lick arms & hands in appreciation & even if 40 winks are so very very far away it can sorta' make up for it if ya let it.
All my dog wants to do. Is walk into the poo. She has to look down the hill While she stands so very still. Sometimes she is a pain. She really hates the rain. She frolics in the snow. When she has to go, She has her own style. While pooping in a pile, She looks at me to say. Don't you watch me; OK. She has spots of black. Over white upon her back, She has this wonderful knack. To keep her owner on track, Heidi is her name from a game. She still hides her face the same. As if to say, you don't see me. Though she is easy to see, An 85-pound dog is hard to hide. Her heart is so full of pride. Smart as an owl, she lets you know. That it is pee or poo time to go. She is now old and has her own meds. Along with about five or more beds, Heidi tells you when she wants love. She is our canine Angel, from above.
I slept, as if I was a dog kept, sleep was long and deep, in future,past and present it peeped, I worked hard and slept, in my sleep, as if I was a dog kept, sleeping inside sleep was not new, but I slept inside second sleep, again working like logging woods, and slept, again like a dog kept, I do not know how many sleeps made me sleep with in, But I was in coma, and behind layers of sleep, it was like a fog web, that had crawled all over, and wept, a jerk made me wake up, the web collapsed, and reality came in focus all wrapped.
crouching down to "get on the same level" as the child standing before her/him, with one hand brushing away a few flies that have nestled themselves in the hair of the kid as the sun beats down burning & burning, for the child at this time wears no sunscreen, wears no shirt, standing there almost completely naked--- struggling to understand the broken language spewing from the missionary's mouth, s/he realizes, even at such a young age, that this person probably spent a year at best learning the language native to this part of the world & what they did learn to say, outside the common everyday functional phrases, were words, sentences & translation of the "holy scripture" so as to form the basis here for a "christian way of life" in a land of complete & utter poverty, disease, unbridled warfare & outright chaos. what babbling gobbledegook must seem to flow from the mouth of the eager missionary (as the child sees the lips move) wanting to get another notch in their belt, while at the same time feeling as if they are doing a good thing, that they are living the way that a fictional character in a book supposedly written thousands of years ago would have them do--- it must be like when a dog comes to the kitchen licking its lips, wanting nothing but to be fed & the owner babbles baby-dog talk to them ruffling their fur with hands & itching the belly, then, with treat in hand, dangles it in front of them literally asking them to beg, roll over, jump up, or sit like a good dog should.
The evil incantations that spew from my mouth has but concentrated venom embedded deep within striking down I turn my wit upon my verbal assualts have wounded many and for that I am sorry as sorry can be but scorpions only know how to sting you can train an old dog new tricks but I'm no dog I am a lone wolf a wolf on the prowl for his nightly supper with fangs sharp enough to penetrate rubber perhaps I am salvageable mayhap this lost soul of mine can be found and then from my sins I ashall rebound.
In a little town, close to a park, Lived a girl in a small house. She had a dog, who liked to bark, And always had a cold, black nose. This girl grew up in the town at last, And dreamed to leave the city fast. Her dog was unhappy and sad, But she decided to follow a lad Who lived in a very big city Without any nice dog or cat. The boy was nice and even witty And bore a funny, little hat. The girl dreamed colorful dreams About the future, interesting life. And she thought: "I've got a good wheeze, I'll be a beautiful, young wife!" The boy sensed the coming prose And vanished fast into thin air. She had to remain in the small house With the happy, black dog to care.
Upon the falling leaf There exists a little ant Falling slowly to the earth Held within His hand Out, in a darkened jungle From a leopard, lemur got away Helped up to a higher branch To live at least another day Somewhere, in a desert A prairie dog and a snake The dog had escaped the danger No life, for serpent to take Think for just a moment As to how they got away There must be someone watching And helping them on their way. In life, there is a presence, Though at times, remains unseen Isn't it nice when this presence Sometimes intervenes?
The fierceness The violent nature It came and stayed As we tried to sleep Yet beauty surrounded As music was played Upon the windows and roof The sound, there, to keep The girls had awakened The dog had cried out It was 3 in the morning Sleep? I was without For the lightning, the thunder With no intention at all Had given my family An early wake up call So now 4 in my bed I was hanging from the side The thunder rolled on My children, they cried The dog was a shiver My wife, damn, was asleep I had a 9 a.m. meeting I was hoping to keep Before I had known it We drifted to dreams Away from the rainstorm And the sound of kid's screams
My dog has some grey but looks more black But the cat is an all black cat They fight with each other everyday Some might say this is a form of play If you ask me i would have to say I think the cats trying to get away Like really being pounced by a seventy pound dog Its like a ten pound cat being crushed by a log She sneaks by the dog who is finally sleeping Trying not to make a sound she walks by creeping Trying to figure out where would be a safe place The dog up off the floor now it becomes a race Any where at all this dog is ready to fight A cat with no claws can only bite You would think that now she would back away Not for this dog at least not today Now the cat was on are bed one summer night A black cat climbed in are window ready to fight Around the bedroom out to the hall The dog now upstairs from hearing the cats call I quickly scared the cat under my bed Saving its life and believe me that's mildly said Closing the door in hopes the cat would come to me So i could spare his life and set him free Knowing it was scared i decided to leave it alone In hopes it would climb back out and head for home Opening up the door i got a surprise There was cat and dog side by side It brought me to realize that what you see isn't always right That even a dog and cat can be friends and still fight
A glass of merlot lies on the iridescent glass table- He clenches the latest read in his moist palms, Glasses sit aimlessly on the bridge of his nose Eyes wandering from the book, he leans down to sniff at the wine, 'Delicious' he murmurs to no one in particular For he is alone, Lonely and seemingly always alone He does not favor human contact over any other form of contact All contact comes from his delightful Jack Russell Terrier, With ears of cocoa and squat hairs of impure white, This animal is his life, Forever unchained the dog always lays beside him That dog holds more joy than his life ever will, For there is no support, In his lifestyle, He will soon find himself, Alone and deceased.


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LeBron James thanks Akron in ad
LeBron James has taken out a full-page ad in his hometown paper in which he thanks the people of Akron, Ohio, for supporting him -- and doesn't mention the city where he played basketball the last seven years.
The ad, appearing in the Akron Beacon Journal, includes photos of James taking part in community events in Akron, including an annual downtown bike-a-thon he sponsors. That event is scheduled for Saturday, and James plans to appear.
James left the Cleveland Cavaliers for the Miami Heat as a free agent last month, joining Olympic teammates Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh.
The move set off a storm of negative reaction from Cavaliers fans and team owner Dan Gilbert, who sent off a scathing letter vowing to win a title before James does.
Two days ago, former Cavaliers center Zydrunas Ilgauskas -- who signed with the Heat July 17 -- took out a full-page ad in The (Cleveland) Plain Dealer, thanking fans for their support. Ilgauskas, like James, had played his entire career in Cleveland before signing with Miami.
In James' ad, he thanks Akron residents for their love and support. He calls the city his home and the "central focus" of his life and says he will always come back.
"It was here where I first learned how to play basketball, and where I met the people who would become my lifelong friends and mentors. Their guidance, encouragement and support will always be with me," reads James' ad in the Beacon Journal.
"Akron is my home, and the central focus of my life. It's where I started, and it's where I will always come back to. You can be sure that I will continue to do everything I can for this city, which is so important to my family and me. Thank you for your love and support. You mean everything to me."
About 35 miles to the north in Cleveland, the feelings are not so warm and fuzzy.
In Cleveland sporting goods stores, anti-James T-shirts have become popular, including one that says "We Are All Quitnesses." That's a bitter nod to a gigantic downtown mural -- since taken down -- that featured James with his arms outstretched after tossing powder into the air under the heading: "We Are All Witnesses."
And last week, a baseball fan wearing a Heat jersey with James' name on it was escorted out of a Cleveland Indians game after he was pelted with beer and peanuts by angry spectators.
Information from The Associated Press was used in this report.
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Busch Gardens' oldest chimpanzee, Patsy, will be turning 53 years old on March 1 and the animal care team is celebrating Mardi Gras-style! The celebration will begin at 1 p.m. at Myombe Reserve with presents, "cake" and other enrichment activities, including masks and fleur de les stuffed with treats. Plus, a birthday party isn't complete without a birthday banner!
Busch Gardens Tampa has welcomed two new adorable additions – three-month-old cheetah cubs. The Busch Gardens animal care team is providing 24-hour-care as the cubs continue to get stronger and explore their new home.
The cubs were born on Nov. 22, 2014 and weigh approximately 12 pounds. Their names, which were given by the Busch Gardens animal care team, are Tendai, meaning "thankful," and Thabo, meaning "joy."
Summer will be here in no time and although work continues for parents, the fun is just beginning for kids! Start planning ahead and book an amazingly wild adventure for your child this summer with Busch Gardens resident camps.
It seems like just yesterday Kasi was an adorable ball of fluff scampering about Cheetah Run at Busch Gardens. My how time does fly! Join us in celebrating Kasi's offical adulthood during his 4th birthday celebration on February 19.
Busch Gardens� Tampa has welcomed another endangered western lowland gorilla. The one-week-old female gorilla was born on Feb. 6 at 8:30 p.m. and is being cared for by 27-year-old mother Mary. This birth brings the gorilla troop to seven.
Get a first look at the baby here:
Maybe some up-close animal encounters, activities and curriculum you can take back to your classroom, a sunrise safari, and time to connect with other fun-loving teachers over dinner and drinks?
This spring, the Busch Gardens Food & Wine Festival is feeding guests' appetites for adventure with wild flavors and concerts for every taste on Saturdays and Sundays from March 7 through April 26. In addition to Busch Gardens' own Executive Chef Ron DeBonis, acclaimed Chef Norman Van Aken, founder of NORMAN'S at The Ritz-Carlton in Orlando, has helped inspire these culinary masterpieces.
By Matt Turner