Beagle in the City #252

I came home so weary

Couldn’t write

Couldn’t play

Don’t you know

I had the blues

I looked at my dog

I said

Beagle

Don’t you know

None of us has perfect days

He looked at me

And this is what he said

I had two perfect days

Walked around the block

We shared a hot dog

You checked the mail

And I checked the trash

We watched the tv

Any day with you dad

Is a perfect day to me

Yeah best friends till the end

I said

What about day two?

I’ve got the blues

He said

We got up

Cooked breakfast

We ate some bacon

Walked around the block

You checked the mail

I checked the trash

Any day with you dad

Is a perfect day to me

I said

That’s right

Best friends till the end

News

I will be at 33 in Fort Payne

Wednesday

5:30 to 7:30

For Pasta and Poetry

Come out and enjoy a plate

And have a blast

I love pasta

And I love poetry

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Linda Arthur will be coming out as well to play music

If you’re not familiar with her work

You will really be in for a treat.

See you there!

The love of a woman

Lately

Her green eyes turned blue

She was tangled

Up in you

She changed herself

Tried to

Make herself just like you wanted

And you were supposed to make her safe

Be a safe space

But you wanted

Her to be like you wanted her to

And I poured her coffee

And everyone that meets her

Can’t help but fall in love with her

And her hair is still the same

And her tongue is still foul

And she still

Isn’t just like you wanted

You know

The first time

We entered space

And they looked back

On earth

Realized just how insignificant we really are

That’s what I felt

The day I saw you

Across the room

Everything else

Just faded

And her green eyes turned three shades of blue

And she’s tangled up in you

Love her her right

Love her true

Whether you know it or not

You’re insignificant

On your own

And she’s everything

Everything to you …

Mother Earth

How do you write the blues

Mother Earth is blue

Her sky is green

Her heart is yellow

She has a rage

How much time does it take mother to grow up?

How much time mother before I am old?

Before my eyes turn black and my hair turns grey?

Mother Earth

She will kick the dust

She will throw her fists of rage

She is coming down the highway

Her breath like a train

On the mainline

How much time mother?

All the air in the sky is gone …

How much time

Before I become a man

And know what every man knows…

3 minutes or less…

Bitter Fruit

Shined his shoes

Everyday

While the virus

In his brain

He said it eats away

All the faces

He once knew

But the one …

She stays true

Burned in flames

And he

Sold his soul

Waiting for

the changing of the guard

To take him away

2

And he stands

Outside the house

On widow street

Praying for rain

To stop the flames

That took his love away

3

And he whispers

Pain

Cuts deep

Plants a seed

Grows a tree

Bearing the bitter fruit

They put before you

And

You must choose

To keep

Or throw

Away

Beagle in the City #250

(Update)

Garf passed away during the morning. 06/22/2019

He had been struggling with a collapsing trachea. Me and Simon found him this morning. I wrote this to prepare myself for the inevitable a couple of days ago. He will be greatly missed but I know he was happy. )

#adoptdontshop #adopt #shelterpets

Garfunkel: I was born on the streets, fighting for a place to eat, covered in fleas, and broken teeth. And then I got adopted, and suddenly,man… I didn’t know it could be so good.

Meals everyday, and Jazz, Quincy Jones, Frank Sinatra, Dino, man I’m talking about the groove brotha…

It’s been nice…

And the crime shows

The sunny days in the park

Man I’ve lived a good life…

The back scratches I’m going to miss…

But it’s ok…

Ethan: You know, it’s ok if you have to go buddy…

I wish you could stay, but you’ve been the absolute joy and it’s been so good taking care of you. You’re a good boy. Thank you for being my friend. I won’t hold it against you if you are tired. I understand. I’ll tell you a secret, you’re my favorite.

Simon: Dad, What is wrong with Garf?

Ethan: He’s just old buddy, and he’s got to go. Everything eventually has to go.

Simon: will I go?

Ethan: Well, yeah, one day, you and I both will.

Simon: Well, if you’re brave I’ll be brave. And if we both have to go one day, I guess I won’t be scared.

We will still play catch though right?

Ethan: You bet, and we will cook together too.

Simon: Cool.

RBG

I wonder what the courtroom felt

When Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg first appeared on the scene

This quiet

Non threatening little woman

Who, case by case

Continued returning

Representing men

And women

And explaining

That equality is better for everyone

there were

Over three thousand

Laws

On the books

Holding women down

Like a boot on the back of the neck

Or a hand against the chest

A man is the owner of his domaine and a woman

Is much like property

Men cannot be homemakers

Because that’s meant for women

Women can be fired for being pregnant

“She’s just lucky we allow her to be here at all …”

I know we are not what we were

But like so much analog static

We’ve rushed past it all

In the digital age

I knew a woman who got fired up every time

There was an election

And she would remind me

That when she was young and beautiful

She couldn’t vote

If her husband left her

He got everything

She was just property

If she was wealthy

When they got married

It became his

If he moved she had to go with him

I wonder if we recognize

We’re crossing over old bridges

Our hands are shaking

Over ghosts

And battles that have already been won

And

I’m sorry,

I’m sorry that there are always

Receipts for everything we’ve given you

I’m sorry that equality and your right to vote

Hasn’t been added to the constitution

They’re still holding the receipts

To legislations considering the refund….

Legislations can be repealed it can be altered …

And I’m sorry

That no matter how much we plan for a family

There are 25 men

Somewhere

Fist bumping

And making those decisions for us

I wonder if my arms are enough to quiet the echo

I wonder

If you still hear the laughter

And cutting twist of the knife

“Go back to where you belong

Shhhh stop overreacting

It will all pan out.”

Remember,

Progress is made

One step at a time

One battle at a time

One step forward, three steps back

We’ve been here before

We know how the punches are thrown

We’ve got the scars to prove it ….

Photo origin Ethan Bethune