Twittering Tales #145 – 16 July 2019


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The Rant Speech

I am right you are wrong a lot of people like what I am doing . I am so popular. Those who don’t agree should get out of the U. S. Go home and sort their own governmental catastrophes.
Don’t bother coming here if you don’t agree with me. If you don’t like me leave. I am incharge.
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This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales . (Twittering..how apt) have a nice day you’ll.

In support of Animals.

Jen from Rumpy Dog  says

“We are a movement in crisis. We are being attacked by shadow organizations fronted by puppy mills and animal agriculture. Our voices compete with businesses who want us to spend our money, which they will donate a percentage of to charity, but don’t ask us to think about the problems they claim to want to fix. We live in a world that continues to allow mass breeding of companion animals with impunity and mass exploitation of wild animals. All the while, we sit on our hands and argue about the best way to train our dogs and the best food to feed them.  

So why do I keep writing this silly little blog in the voice of a goofy dog and angry cat, trying to evoke in my readership an epiphany? Maybe because somebody needs to.  And with enough of us somebodies calling for positive action, change WILL come.

Will you join me and be a positive voice for change?”

SO I AM REPOSTING THIS POEM OF MINE FROM JAN 2012.       I love people but I love animals too. willow.

RUNNING FOR MY LIFE.

I am lonely I am lost I have run away but at what cost.Thankfully the door was left ajar so I ran and ran, oh! so far. He had forgotten to secure my rope so now I run, escape is my only hope.

Running for my life

I ran down to the beach I needed to hide and get out of reach. I don’t want another day hungry and cold praying he will stay away.The sound of his voice makes me shake and shiver, the feeling of his angry blows make me quiver.

I can see lights up ahead, lets get off the road if it is him he will beat me until I’m dead. OH! I feel so cold and weak  I can’t go on I just want to sleep.All my body racked with pain I fear and dread being caught and taken back again.

I hated that filthy dirty shed were soiled wet rags were my only bed. Sadly I was always hungry I only ever got scraps that stank and water that leaked from the outside rusty tank.

I just long for any love, not cruel hard fists reining on me from up above. A nice dry place for me to sleep and some food that I can eat. I swear I would honour and love someone to earn my keep.

I need a rest

It is no good I have done my best this corner looks safe I need to take a rest. I Just hope he is not around I am so scared of being found.  Sleeping the sleep of the scared I remember all the kickings and beatings, all my howls,yet, no one ever heard.

What’s that noise, is it a car door Oh! No ,Oh! No not him I can’t take any more. I hungry and cold and my paws are so sore. I can’t bare to look I shall just stay still.If  it is him I give up I have no more will.

Hello boy (a gentle voice) let me see , Oh! you are hurt let me help, you need not fear me. Kindly hands stroke my painful back a gentle stroke not hit or smack.

Look at you, you have been through the mill you are a strong one aren’t you, all those injuries and you are going still. Let me take you along with me and we will soon have you looking better and happy.

Gently hands pick me up and lay me cosy in the back of a truck. Covering me with a blanket giving me a gentle kiss is this all happening is it real it feels like bliss.

Can we keep him Daddy please he is so lovely, a little child is hugging me knelt next to me on it’s knees. Careful Jake we don’t know what he is like, careful in case he bites. I shall never bite the hand that loves me these new humans I could never hurt.

Bending down the new man says your okay boy you can stay.

Gallipoli Poetry Challenge #7 30/09/2012

I did not post my poetry challenge last week as I could not get to my computer. I am finding myself saddened more and more by the futility of war of the unwillingness of man to learn and grow. I honestly feel that more I am learning (and believe me I am learning)  my heart is bleeding at the idiocy of it all.
Sometimes a picture or a video says more than any words .

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Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives…
            you are now lying in the soil of a friendly country.
          Therefore rest in peace.
          There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets
          to us where they lie side by side here in this country of ours..
         You, the mothers, who sent their sons from far away countries
         wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in             peace
         After having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well.
        — Atatürk 1934
Please take a moment to read  the information below  the deaths the injuries incurred during  just one campaign in ‘ THE WAR TO END ALL WARS’ at Gallopoli WW1.
Sadly that war did not end war, WW2 followed by countless other and our troops whether they be involved under their own flag or that of their own flag accompanied  by the blue of the UN still continue.
Gallipoli casualties
Source: Australian Department of Veterans’ Affairs
Dead Wounded Total
Total Allies 44,092 96,937 141,029
– United Kingdom [40] 43,000 76,696 119,696
– France (estimated) 10,000 17,000 27,000
– Australia[5] 8,709 19,441 28,150
– New Zealand[5] 2,721 4,752 7,473
– British India 1,358 3,421 4,779
– Newfoundland 49 93 142
Ottoman empire (estimated) 86,692 164,617 251,309
Total (both sides) 130,784 261,554 392,338

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below

The waiting relatives blues

 

How long has he been sitting there, is he  all right. how has he waiting do any of you care? believe it or not he has been there all night.

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Has he had a cup of tea or anything to eat, no he has been there worrying tapping his fingers and his feet. Has anyone spoken to him told him what is going on, he brought his sick dad in here last night and now it ten hours on do you think that can be right!

How many times have you passed him by while he has been waiting here he looks so concerned, not one of you has offered him anything do you really think that fair.

What harm would it of done to make him a cup of tea or just sat there and talked to him don’t tell me you’ve had no time free. Would it really hurt you to put your book or knitting down , or stop your conversation don’t look at me and frown. These people are not here for fun these people have friends or family ill why can’t you care a little for them a few words or a touch are worth more than any pills.

No need to look at me askance that poor lad has been there long enough for you to comfort or help him out, you have blown it now,you’ve had your chance. I hope that if you ever find yourselves sitting in his shoes  you never have to suffer the waiting relatives blues.

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I was speaking to a friend today and she told me how she had had to spend a night in the local hospital waiting for news about her father, traipsing from A&E to CCU waiting in corridors nothing to eat or drink. Nurses and Drs alike ignoring her,  skilfully avoiding eye contact not bothering to talk or even smile.

This is so much the way of things today. No one cares, the milk of human kindness has dried up. A woman on her own in distress and people not only ignored her they made a point of ignoring her. Sadly at this time last year she lost her husband to cancer in this same hospital. As she told me it is too raw too close, probably all she needed was a friendly look or word.

I was in that hospital too, for a month, after my accident. I dreaded the nights when the nurses at the nurse’s station all but had a party every night and every mealtime was a joke. As I could not move ( being in a body corset ) unless someone ( not nursing staff) was not there to help I missed out on food! I am not going into all that it is not what I am writing about tonight !

OIE!!

I am just popping this little ditty in here because today I felt to invisible. As I walked into town today I was pushed to the side by a woman with a pushchair, then a young man on his phone walked straight across my path forcing me to stop sharply. I am sick of people on bikes riding the pavements     ( side walks) nearly pushing me on to the road. I am not going to bore you with what happened in the supermarkets. I am not going to bore you any more but it just made we feel so invisible and worthless.

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There is something I have to say. People ignore me each and every day. Am I so insignificant that they don’t see me do I just get in the way?

I really think that it’s not fair that they treat me as if I were not there.I know I am past my prime not very tall and because I use a walking stick I need more time! So when you are rushing round the town with your pushchair or your shopping trolly look out for me don’t knock me down.

am I invisible ?

Strolling  round on your phone deep in conversation don’t ignore me and make me stop sharp for your lack of consideration. If you knock me over through lack of concentration .It is not so easy for me to get back up on my feet you see??

Riding your bikes on the pavement ( sidewalk) may save you time as up the down road you can go . Spare a though for folk  like me who can’t  move out your way quickly.

Trundling round blind corners in the supermarket  my feet and hips are not where you need to park it! Young people walking three abreat

I may have lost my shine and my magnetic attractions are no longer as keen. I am still me I am still a person I do my best and I deserve to be seen.

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