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The old dog barks without getting up; I can remember when he was a pup. by Robert Frost Here's mine: Ode to September 9 When you can hear the train, It's going to rain. Tom |
Bravo Tom
And when your sitting on a bus and hear ones life and all its fuss ride the ride as it maybe this ride in time could you're life be David ps .........personal messages are indicated at the top right hand where your user name is......................if there is a number there it means you have a personal message ...........click to open................... |
Sometimes we hear but don't listen
Sometimes we See but do not comprehend [more a case of we....see...what we see] Sometimes we talk...[& disagree ,,,,,more so..we do not agree ..when the two points above have not registered. Sometimes we talk and no one listens [that's okay and perfectly normal] Sometimes we..Try Sometimes we Don't try [sometimes others do not try] Sometimes we Live in hope Sometimes we Live in Despair Sometimes we talk........and what we say is: heard, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and at times its not...........Other times its misconstrued and ignored..........this to is right........[ that's a human element ] Sometimes we have not got a clue? ........................... David |
The train is on its way
Do I catch it, do I stay? The rain is overdue to fall My cup is full can’t catch it all I’m told the sun will shine today My strife in life it won’t allay A curious cure is not much to ask A cure for the curious is just a mask A silent voice a patient ear Eyes that see my inner fear One thousand times I have thought this thought No bullets or poison have I bought. This wretched pain has left a scar And one not seen by those afar But dear friend you have a life that’s full Though the thought of death has a greater pull By David |
A suicidal thought is NOT initiated by the mind as a way to harm the person.
It is initiated by the mind as a misguided attempt to protect the person. By understanding its intent you will be able to redirect it with self esteem and self love in place...fear will not be able to stimulate the negative cascading psysiological affects that make so many of us tire to the point of accepting suicide as the solution." ~Pter |
Shooting the Horse
by David Shumate I unlatch the stall door, step inside, and stroke the silky neck of the old mare like a lover about to leave. I take an ear in hand, fold it over, and run my fingers across her muzzle. I coax her head up so I can blow into those nostrils. All part of the routine we taught each other long ago. I turn a half turn, pull a pistol from my coat, raise it to that long brow with the white blaze and place it between her sleepy eyes. I clear my throat. A sound much louder than it should be. I squeeze the trigger and the horse's feet fly out from under her as gravity gives way to a force even more austere, which we have named mercy. |
Maji Bo Mirdin, Bimra Bo Jiyan" (Kurdish Saying) :
Translation : Dont Live Waiting For Death, But Die Fighting For Life. It is from a poem by Ibrahim Ahmed David |
THROUGH MY EYES
Words at times are said in kind Other words with no thought of mind. Words can hurt and cause distress Hurt no more or kind words less. Intelligent words spoken can confuse They only taunt and not amuse. Scoff and scorn to imply power Comforts me less in this hour. See the cause of anger wrath Choose to take another path. Leave thy thoughts of anguish be And stop to think!!!!!!!! When attacking me. David |
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