The Joy of dogs

Come read the exploits of Jax!!!

Charmed Chaos

Jax

“Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.” 

― Dean Koontz, A Big Little Life: A Memoir of a Joyful Dog

At any given moment
you must keep me in sight,
lest you think I may slip away
like a dream of chasing hares
on a summer’s day

But little Jax know
I will always be here,
to calm your fears
and keep you safe

Like a butterfly you flit
from room to room
then you race
to the wildflower garden
with nose to the ground
trying to pick up my scent
to find out where I went

And when at last
you track me down
your treasure found,
like a long ago buried bone
Oh what pure joy abounds!

Delight fills your sleek body
when you wag your curled tail
You put on such a show
panting and dancing
those dark…

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I called your name…

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I called your name

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Just words"   

                        I called your name

I called your name standing on the Monterey pier. The stars didn’t listen to my prayer.
I recalled a memory, a blessing, a forsaken place and tangle web of a dangerous dance.
I was the moon, you were the sun. A eclipse of two hearts create a celestial sea where we stole seconds, minutes.

Dear Celia, I remember your skin of lily white, your eyes of ocean blue. We danced in love shadows and we knew the folly of our deeds.

I wrote you a million words of poesy, I aspired to see your face again. I remembered, we prayed, we laughed and we cried. I remember your coy smile and your last words to me.

“I loved you for a…

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My Quiet Treasury – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” Rumi

My Quiet Treasury I sat inside my quiet treasury of peaceful self amidst a field of reliquaries sculpted from dreams, with the eyes of the hidden ones watching closely, sentinels of the night in communities of acceptance. Amidst a field of reliquaries sculpted from dreams, along narrow stone paths of adventure unknown, sentinels of the night in communities of acceptance who silently speak in defence of all that is valued. Along narrow stone paths of adventure unknown I plumbed the forest's deep guilty pleasures who silently speak in defence of all that is valued, and offered as generous joy overflowing. I plumbed the forest's deep guilty pleasures with the eyes of the hidden ones watching closely, and offered as…

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Nowhere To Go, Nothing To Do

Walt's Writings

Nowhere To Go, Nothing To Do

Boredom
Restless
Anxious
CDC recommends staying at home
most restaurants are closed
only place I go to
is my doctor
it’s been this way for almost a year
winter is here
it’s harder to breathe
with my COPD
cold weather makes my joints
more painful
so I write my poetry
and listen to music
I used to write my poetry
while I drank wine
but I can’t drink now
because of the medications I’m on
So far I have not been infected by Covid-19
I have had the first shot of vaccine
I wear a mask and use hand sanitizer
I no longer drive
due to the medications
so Susan takes me to the doctor
and the pharmacy
God has blessed me
and He and Susan
are watching over me and protecting me
except for my legs, back and COPD
I’m in pretty good…

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