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Walking along a spill of Shale,
each step left a broken trail.
A careful step, you must make
or a slow ride down, you will take.
There is nothing like it, men and boys
as it surely makes a lot of noise.
The choice of paths that you made
becomes a path; a noisy parade.

Stupid is and stupid does,
Not for reason; just because.
Ignorance abides in what I see
for our leaders fail, in protecting thee.

There he was.
Hair down to his knees.
Not trying too hard,
for there's no one to please.
This poor soul,
needs grooming to ease,
the burden of grime,
so he can soon breathe.
A wonderful mutt,
when you cut off his hair,
realizing all the beauty,
found under there.
A beautiful dog comes into view.
A beautiful, male Shi Tzu.

So many words, stuck in my head.
Some quite lame; others I dread
To stay within my mind's confine,
Will soon appear to paper, line by line,
To be liked or not and be sublime.
Hopefully you will find those that rhyme.

At what point
in this crazy life,
does one say,
"Enough?"
Enough with the lies,
enough with the cheats.
"Get off my lawn"
You bunch of "dead beats."

Why must I be the way I am?
Feeling guilt about the days,
when I worked and didn't praise
everything you did at home,
taking care of our children, almost alone.
Now we are here, your mind is spent,
no doing the "books" or cooking now.
Unable to function tasks so simple,
It's "My turn," I've said so many times
"to take care of you" as you did I.

Serpent like, it took to the sky,
spreading it's wings, it began to fly.
Swoops and dips, with a loop or two,
It would fly by and spray the dew.
The air from it's massive wings,
Made my heart happy; funny things,
From legends of the past, long ago,
When it flew, it put on a show.
Alas all the people that we know,
Saw it disappear, as away it flew.
Will it return? That's hard to say,
For if children wish hard
Who is to say.

Let us fly on gossamer wings,
Into the air that Nature brings.
Lift up into the beautiful sky,
Flapping our wings, as we try
To soar for hours each day,
Seeing the flowers colorful array.

Many, many years ago
to Chatsworth, California I did go.
It was raining hard.
The streets were wet.
I wondered where the water went
for there were no gutters
or storm drains for the rain to take,
so water ran mostly at random
down the street with sheer abandum.

I have lost her now,
it is what I see.
Lost the brightness in here eyes
Now she has lost her memory.
Her memory of the life of ours,
remembering nothing of before;
where we lived and much more.
I worry as our life is not the same
knowing now she remembers my name.
At least she knows on this day,
uncertain how long it will stay.

Azaleas, so pretty to see.
Are you a plant
or a miniature tree?

A frosty morning
Flowered buds all closed
Opening with the Sun