From the Dog’s perspective

13 Dec

My human is funny and clever.

I can bring him a stick or ball and he will throw it away.

I can watch him do this all day.

He can open doors!

I can try for hours to open a door and fail.

He does it so easily.

I need to train him better.

What one grows – If I don’t want it, it’s a weed

11 Dec

Lizzy, Lizzy in a tizzy

How does your garden grow?

With fragrant roses to tickle our noses,

and friendly daisies all in a row.

 

But I cannot see, that tiny tree

that I ponder sat just there.

 

Oh that little tree, no longer part of me

T’was torn from the earth, given no berth

And while I am kindly, it was done quite blindly

that little tree, that’s no longer part of me

Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red

14 Nov

The blood swept lands and seas of red,
Where angels dare to tread.
As God cried a tear of pain as the angels fell,
Again and again.
As the tears of mine fell to the ground
To sleep with the flowers of red
As any be dead
My children see and work through fields of my
Own with corn and wheat,
Blessed by love so far from pain of my resting
Fields so far from my love.
It be time to put my hand up and end this pain
Of living hell. to see the people around me
Fall someone angel as the mist falls around
And the rain so thick with black thunder I hear
Over the clouds, to sleep forever and kiss
The flower of my people gone before time
To sleep and cry no more
I put my hand up and see the land of red,
This is my time to go over,
I may not come back
So sleep, kiss the boys for me

WW1 poem by an unknown British Soldier

What a dog might say

21 Aug

https://www.ted.com/talks/billy_collins_two_poems_about_what_dogs_think_probably

Advice For Dating With Asperger’s: Don’t Call 100 Times A Week

9 Aug

From NPR: This seem appropriate – a day late and dollar short.

On Joy and Sorrow

4 Aug

The Prophet
by Khalil Gibran

Knopf

Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the reassure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

 

Look out! It’s a Nice Guy! DESTROY HIM!!11!

24 Jun

 

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