” Write a poem on dogs…pleaseee!”

I had never written a poem to keep a request.  So when our blogmate nerdsakhi requested me in one of her comments to another of my poem ( I can’t speak up for myself, Will You?) to write a poem about dogs( “ Write a poem on dogs…pleaseee!“), I had to put my thinking cap on. When I start thinking, my writing does a vanishing trick.  I can not think and write. Ah, I know! I am not a great thinker. I just write. I write from my heart, with feelings and passion.  As you all well know, “when the heart is full, the words are few”.  My heart is full with love for my dog Skooby. We got him from the humane society when he was barely one year old, just a week away from being euthanized.  That’s another story for another rainy day.  Yes, it is raining here today, so I can not go out for my walk with Skooby. He is sleeping peacefully by my side, quite oblivious to what his crazy human is doing.  Writing this poem was a labor of love for me but every line I was writing filled my heart with a deep pain. I do not know what a dog thinks but I do not think any dog will like to be a stray.  Stories of inhumane treatment to any animals are painful to me.  So writing this poem was not easy. I hope the poem ( Tragedy of a Stray: Why can’t I have my own Human) will be able to make you think and act, if you can, about adopting a dog ( or for that matter any animal you love) from animal shelters or humane societies before they are euthanized instead of buying from the puppy mills.

Tragedy of a Stray: Why can’t I have my Own Human

No father, nor mother
Born on the street.
Never had a home,
Survival a daily struggle.

Waiting for Nirvana

Open our hearts
To complete strangers,
Let our emotions flow
Like spirits,
Waiting for nirvana,
Ephemeral salvation,
Remedies to our woes.
Wails fall on deaf ears,
Blame the world.
Afraid to look
Into our hearts,
Lest see ourselves
Drowned in our filth.
Cleansing our hearts,
Difficult.
Venting easy.

FAITH

I am not religious
But I do have faith
I have faith on
My fellow human beings

Sunset sunrise

Setting sun in the west

In all its glory conveys

Don’t despair

Enjoy the night

It’s sunrise

Somewhere in the east

Darkness to light

Circle of life

Turns relentlessly

Tomorrow is another day

I will be there

Rejoice

___________________

Featured image by author.

Day 14 – Blowing Your Own Trumpet

Day Fourteen: Extend Your Brand

I never had the feeling of flunking out before I began.  Today it ultimately happened.  I am not Mr. Trump to blow my own Trumpet(pun intended).  Never did it.  But today’s assignment, in a sense, is an attempt at blowing my own trumpet.  My extent of social networking have been my month old exercise at blogging, that I realize I am enjoying and “whatsapp”, that I use to keep in contact with my modern family members who refuse to call or write.  I have a twitter account but I have no idea where it is tweeting now.  Facebook – well I have a face I suppose.  See it in the mirror everyday morning while shaving.  Well, I already gave up a little information about myself, I am a man.  I do read books, but combining my face and my books does not make Facebook, I think.  Instagram, Pinterest – never used. There I go, flunked before I start.  Wacky Wednesday indeed. If I would have known that this is going to be the assignment for day 14, I would have waited a little bit before submitting my day 13 assignment, “Write Anything Wednesday”.  This could have been my submission.  Now I am left savoring the taste of flunking before attempting.

Day Thirteen – Blogging 101 _ Write Anything Wednesday”

“Write Anything Wednesday” – anything?
The freedom is exhilarating.
I am going to start writing,
Lest I miss the deadline of posting.
Don’t want to be caught napping.

My Learning Style (The Daily Post) – Day 11-Blogging101

I have a learning style, I never knew why.
Now I have to do an assignment, makes me cry.
Always thought it is fun to learn,
Or was it always learn to earn?
Now that I have to start my assignment in writing,
Need to go back to my earliest beginning.

Power of Word

It can be rewarding, or
Result in beheading,
Uplifting, mesmerizing, or
Insanely deflating.

When “The Roles Are Reversed”

Just now read this poem from our fellow blogmate princessjm .  She had expressed something that so many of us experienced or will experience in our lives.  I was touched. Photo accompanying the post brings up the essence of the thought process beautifully.  I hope I can express myself so well.  Check this out on her site.