The game of watching the fight is again celebrated It dates back to times of long gone generations Ladies dressed in their Sunday best sat in horse drawn carriages and watched the action on the battlefield. The fascination of watching a skirmish on a football field or national tv continues Our lives have become bound …
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The stroke of a pen
Took lives and caused American casualties Caged children Divided our nation Took food out of the mouths of those less fortunate Pitted brother against brother and struck down humanity Denied our grandchildren a breath of fresh air, water and a earth that is inhabitable Struck fear in the hearts of Americans who had the nerve …
Scales
I pray the Senate does not reaffirm the brokenness of Our Justice System! Read the best selling novel JUST MERCY by Brian Stevenson.
Shake it off
Living in a bubble is a place of euphoric disaster! The American Dream of life, liberty and constant happiness Is a daily cup of high altitude Mountain grown toxic air! Rally around the flag boys because after football we’ll send you off to die. Poverty, climate change, unjustified incarnation and citizens divided – All in …
Geriatric Squirrel 2
He is definitely part of our family! He likes the spotlight! And is back for an appearance And food of course!
The Shadow Knows
May light perpetual shine upon the spirit of all of those who left me with my sweet memories . Sometimes we forget that we are a combination of all those with whom we have shared ourselves. Lest we forget those we can no longer hold and physically touch Those whose sweet voices are alive only …
Saturday morning in a storm
My breakfast meeting is quietly desperate Grabbing and eating Looking over my shoulder Desperately filling my tummy Such a relief to share with my fine feathered friends! The Rain is coming and the winds are blowing I must hurry or my thin fur will be saturated before my quest for food is completed!! My life …
Geriatrics
He’s back! His thin worn tail curls proudly, A vision of symmetry. He holds the sunflower seed between his aged paws. Eagerly he eats and watches for any sign of danger. He watches me as I watch him, Neither threatened by the other – And yet both aware of our fragile existence.
Just a sip. . .
The taste of pumpkin spice in my morning coffee Is not only tasty but comforting to my soul My sweet angel friend always made sure It was available for me. Now the memory of her considerate acts Brings her closer and is comforting to a loss unfulfilled.
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