All your bags are packed; getting ready to go
Sitting here with you on the pen floor I hate to wake you up just to say good-bye But the car is running, the crate is warm So I'll pick you up inside my arms Already I am crying and I kiss you quick So kiss me and bark for me Tell me that you’ll wag for me Remember me and all the games we shared You’re leaving on a jet plane A new adventure waits for you there Leaving on a jet plane Your new family waits for you there Oh, pup, I hate to see you go There's so many things we couldn't do So many things they will now do with you I know you will have so much fun with them Every place you'll go, I'll smile with you Every scent and sound, I'll feel with you So please don't fret; go and meet all your new friends So kiss me and bark for me Tell me that you’ll wag for me Remember me and all the games we shared You’re leaving on a jet plane A new adventure waits for you there Leaving on a jet plane Your new family waits for you there Oh, pup, I hate to see you go But you're... Leaving on a jet plane I’ll miss you and all adventures there (Softer) Leaving on a jet plane But I know you’ll love adventures there (Softer) Leaving on a jet plane Please know I send all my love with you Oh girls, I hope you know... I’ll miss you.
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Doberman Kisses (sung to the theme of Butterfly Kisses by: Bob Carlisle)
My modified lyrics: There's two things I know for sure She was sent here from heaven And she's daddy's little girl As I drop to my knees to hold her tight She prances forward ... and I close my eyes. And I thank the Gods for all of this joy in my life Oh, but most of all, for Chorus: For Doberman kisses and tail wags galore Sweeping up the fur and wiping muddy pawprints off the floor. "Walk me in the pet store, Momma, I hear it's fun there to shop" I know I'm sposed to walk nice on leash, Momma, but I like to hop" Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have done something right To deserve those tail wags every morning And Doberman kisses each night Sweet baby plays today She fights just like my Guinea A little feistier each day One part angel; one velociraptor From snuggles to bitedowns And my heart is captured Trying out all of her teeth in this wonderful, big world... But I remember... Chorus We make it official today. I make a promise That I'll never go away. Watching her out in the yard Just staring at her She carefree stops and looks to me And I know she is sure. There's no way that I'm leaving this Beautiful Girl... And she comes racing over To give me... Chorus I couldn't ask The Gods for more, man, this is What love is And now I'll always remember... Every tail wag in the morning... And Doberman kisses at night. As I lay down my weary head
The dogs all snuggled in my bed We cuddle close and shut our eyes Await for morning's next surprise My thoughts are with those already gone And those that feel they're all alone Those who struggle, break the chain The ones who've lost, please ease their pain Those that want; show them the gift Those who have fought; please bridge the rift. As for the rest, I wish them love Pure light descends from up above Because I know what I must do; I'll carry on; I live for you. (Written by me on FB Sept 2013) I don't have a problem with most spiders (heck, I name most of them and sometimes even bring them flies and things during times of winter famine!), but this one held a grudge and set out to teach me a lesson...or terminate me altogether. I always make a deal with my leggy friends and tell them they can stay if I don't see them. I'm all for symbiosis...but this guy was a masochist, so I tried to kill him last night. I missed. He disappeared. I ended up with a spider bite this morning (I react to them horribly!) and so when I saw him tonight said, "Fine. I'll make a deal. You go away now and I won't kill you." He didn't. In fact, he started crawling closer, defiant little arsehole. He was out for blood...again. So...I took another book to hit him with. Friggin' missed because the MoFo launched himself at me. Seriously. From the ceiling, I swear he JUMPED down to get close to me versus crawl away like most sensible spiders would do. (Is there spider rabies?!) Lost him on the carpet and then saw him running and chased his butt into a box/squished it around and decided to give up after a few minutes of not seeing him again. Thought maybe we were done, but Nope. As I am watching my movie on Roku Channel (Assassins, ironically enough!) who do I catch out of the corner of my eye? THIS MOFO! Here he is, crawling towards me on the ceiling, (only 45min later), heading DIRECTLY over my bed. It's a huge room, but he knew EXACTLY where he was going. I saw his racing shadow with the TV on and this time, take out my phone and ask him if he has any last words, as I stand at the end of my bed. He was momentarily confused and stopped, waiting for movement to find me again. He was on a mission of nefarious revenge and this wasn't going to end well for one of us. I laughed. He spins around and starts crawling TOWARDS me again. Ambitious bugger, I'll give him that, but I've no intention of becoming SpiderWoman. So, I grab the first book out of the nearest box - a Harry Potter book (of all books, right?!) - so this time I go slow and aim carefully. My intention was spidercide versus another scare tactic. He stops. Like suddenly realizing his Beanstalk adversary was no fool and this just may have become a suicide mission. I look at him calmly, the book now a few mere inches from him, and say, "Evanesco!" (Vanishing spell from HP)...and the book hits its mark with a satisfying crunch and crinkle. Now, like Vlad the Impaler would do with his victims, I am leaving his corpse to reside on the cover for a bit for any other spidey watchers to beware (until I can cleanse him off in the morning anyway)...
Darwinism. Dear Me,
You let life get you bitter so it's time to get better. Spend time in the warmth and the beautiful weather. The brightest sunshine made the scars fade today. The bluest of skies can chase all hate away. A dream left to stagnate reaps a soul to its core. Yet constantly moving blurs the lines even more. A wish so surreal, yet reach out anyway! That glimmer of light will radiate change. A failed yesterday brings a new try tomorrow So that tears freely flowing wash away mighty sorrow. A cocoon of belief; breathed whisper of hope A vision of which you must grip tightly to cope. Encloaked once in fear, now aflame with desire Your old chrysalis engulfed by the fire. Unveiling a soul held by duct tape and glue An amazingly, brilliantly, beautiful You. So just when you think you cannot hang on anymore... Just let go of that ledge and let your new wings help you soar! From Me, With Love Unknown Photo Credit, but this photo inspired this poem because this tree has fallen...but refuses to give up and still flourishes! Hate is a prison; hating yourself is a maximum security facility. Anger is the warden. Rage is the guard who takes a piece out of you everyday, telling you you’re just not good enough; you’ll NEVER BE good enough. So you start to fall, hit the bottom, the bottom breaks out from under you, and you tumble even further; lost. Until one moment, one event, minute as it may sometimes seem, that breaks the cycle and allows you to grab a hold of a miraculously appearing ledge. This ledge allows you to catch your breath, balance your weight, readjust your grip on this life, and maybe ever so slowly start to pull yourself out of that bleakness, your muscles trembling, but determined to fly again. It's the moment when you realize the anger is just not worth it; it never affects the person or thing it is directed against. It only minimizes your own happiness. Life is what we make of it and it is NEVER the situation, but how we REACT to the situation. Whether we understand it at the time or not - it's just not worth it. Then, like Andy, the character in The Shawshank Redemption, we realize we have “crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side”. We’re finally free from the consequences of a crime we never committed.
Now I lay me down to sleep
The sands of time cascading deep. May breath still greet me in the morn. But if not then lift me battle worn To the Heavens, Light and Love Renewing health, I'll rise above My purpose on the Earth now done With newly stretching wings I've won. To fly me to unventured paths Beyond all prying eyes and maps Mistakes forgiven; hearts shine true Those lost before greet me anew. Where tears may cease and laughters flow Faith is all you need to know So as I lay my weary head And snuggle warm upon this bed Until the day, these Hopes I keep. Now I lay me down to sleep. Chorus
I'm carrying the guilt with me Carrying the guilt with me... It was your choice to chose To set yourself free But I'm carrying the guilt with me In the silence of night The pain, it cuts like a knife Against the world, we said It didn't matter what lay ahead But now your wings broke on through Carry to where I cannot reach you And I'm not even gonna try to justify Justify the answer why...'cause Chorus And I don't need any sleep It's not my soul that is tired There are adventures yet to keep And a rekindling of desire There is truth in the stillness. There is magic in the light There can be love and deep fulfillment Underneath a star filled sky Can my heart be ever ready For the calling of the night? Can the faith remain this steady Even if I have to fight? So...I'm..carrying your memory. Carrying your memory. I hope you found the joy Your peace to be And I'll be carrying your memory. Carrying your memory. I'm carrying your memory... With me. Lurching darkness surrounding
A creeping of the night Excruciating pain again The ache a blinding light A tortured soul continues Down this corridor of trolls All hope will soon be shred again With the burn of ancient scrolls The laughter plays in fog once more A haunting of the mind The hollowness of fraud you see As she walks a risky line A brutalizing world has spun The knots of joyless doubt A smile forced upon her lips Raging within, a silent shout. This world bereft of angels’ grace Devoid of compassion The needs of few outweigh the great An instant fatal attraction A selfish world has been left numb Manifest a reaper’s win Decomposing intellect Each body now a coffin. 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through this lair
Not a creature made noise or twitched a minuscule hair; For their stockings that hung by their kennels to fill With the Hope of new goodies to eat kept them still The furkids all nestled and snug in their beds; The visions of squeak toys; chew bones swirled in their heads; Human Mom, "Auntie Julie", sat quiet, a huge smile Played on her lips, her sore back worth the while. When downstairs there was crinkling, a present just fell And she held her breath to see if the Dobes would raise hell She snuck down the hallway and placed it back with great care Sighing a breath of relief as soft snoring filled the air. Away to her bedroom, she crept once again A peace in her heart as she envisioned her friends Ripping and shredding each present to spy What joyous new things they could toss up to fly The thrashing and shaking and jubilant acts Where all could be brilliantly happy... and after take naps. When suddenly magic filled the air with a flash And to her great surprise, there came a loud crash! A quick look at all of the cameras you see Show the dogs still at rest; no one has to pee. But what then caused only a sound just for her? Love crashed down in waves where the memories were. The visitor now, just for her, she could see Was the greatest gift of magic, never found under a tree. All of those lost before visit now, quick Embrace us, remind us, of the magic of St Nick. So, Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen! To every corner of Earth; they shout out the call: "Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" A bundle of toys, tasty bones, treats, and love Soon the crew gets their gifts; my smile above My eyes will then glisten with the memories we'll make A heart filled near to burst with a love you can't fake. Tails will be waggin'; nubs will move butts It's Christmas for all, from purebreds to mutts. For this Season, you see, we all become elves. And we must learn to give more than what is found on the shelves. With a wink of my eye and a flick of my wrist. Treats will rain from the sky; drool fly more than mist. Now it's time I must go, I've got slumber to do For dreams on this magical night will come true. So, I give you a nod and off to Dreamland tonight... Merry Christmas to all...and to all a good night! |
Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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