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NaPoWriMo2019 #9

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Why Dogs are Better than Cats

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Dogs are happy to see you when you get home.
Dogs can play fetch with you.
Dogs can watch TV with you.
You can drop food you don’t like on the floor
and your dog will eat the evidence.
Dogs will protect you from intruders.
You can take a dog for a walk.
Dogs wag their tails.
Dogs can do tricks.
Dogs are so cute.

©ARHuelsenbeck

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Wordless Wednesday: I is for Inverted Pyramid

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NaPoWriMo2019 #8

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Liebestraum

When his grasp on her hand dragged on like a fermata,
She wrenched it free.
He kept bringing up the same objections,
An obligato argument.
Lately, every moment they spent together
Was marked by dissonance.
Their conversation limited to a pentatonic range of options,
Their words spoken pizzicato,
With an accelerando crescendoing to a fortissimo,
The neighbors wondering if they should call in a domestic disturbance.
Then an intermezzo when they spoke civilly to each other,
Their alternating leitmotifs reminding them of the way they used to be.
Once again their rondo began, always coming back to the same theme.
Could they admit their relationship was little more than a scherzo?
It was time to declare it fine.

©ARHuelsenbeck

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NaPoWriMo2019 #7

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Thank you, God.

Gratitude

I know the secret of joy
And I want to give it to you.
I challenge you to give it to
As many people as you can.

The secret of joy is gratitude.
Thank God for everything.
For the pebble in your shoe.
For rush hour traffic.
For the thirty-ninth rainy day in a row.
For your favorite show pre-empted by breaking news.

The miracle is,
When you thank God for everything,
He will give you more to be grateful for.
He will give you new perspective.
Frustration and disappointment melt away
Making room for immeasurable joy.

Not happiness.
No, happiness is fickle.
Happiness can disappear in an instant.
But joy transforms.
Joy changes your world and your outlook.
Joy makes all things fresh and new and remarkable.

Don’t believe me?
Prove me wrong.
Buy a notebook.
Everyday, write down something to thank God for.
It doesn’t matter if it’s mundane,
Like finding a stamp so you can mail a birthday card.
Before long you’ll be noticing more and more gifts from God to you.
Little tokens of His love.
Little expressions of your uniqueness and your specialness to Him.

I know the secret of joy
And I’m giving it to you.
Give it to as many people as you can.

©ARHuelsenbeck

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NaPoWriMo2019 #6

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Peace

Live at Peace

If possible, on your part, live at peace with everyone.
Live with everyone.
If possible, peace.
On your part.
It’s up to you.
Know when to hold your tongue,
When to compromise;
When to stand your ground.

What if it’s not possible?
What then?
What if you’re being peaceful, a peacekeeper, a peacemaker,
And others insist on aggression,
Appropriation,
Retaliation?

Bomb them into oblivion?

Live in peace,
Or rest in peace.

©ARHuelsenbeck

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NaPoWriMo2019 #5

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My Teacher Hates Me

My teacher hates me.
I can tell by the way she looks at me.
Why does my teacher hate me?

She calls on me when I don’t raise my hand.
She knows I don’t know the answer.
My teacher hates me.

She doesn’t call on me when I do raise my hand.
Why won’t she call on me when I know the answer?
Why does my teacher hate me?

If I talk to Taylor, she yells at me.
If anyone else talks, she pretends not to notice.
My teacher hates me.

Don’t call on me don’t call on me don’t call on me don’t call on me
She called on me. “I don’t know.”
Why does my teacher hate me?

She told my father I’m the smartest kid in the class,
But I don’t apply myself.
My teacher hates me.
Why does my teacher hate me?

©ARHuelsenbeck

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NaPoWriMo2019 #4

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Requiem

I remember when my parents started telling me about their friends
And what conditions they were diagnosed with
And what operations they were having.
I mourned that our conversations revolved around illness.
Then the talk of deaths started. A former neighbor.
A distant cousin. A business partner. A priest.
My own parents battled disease. Dad’s heart attacked him,
Then a stroke ended his career.
Mom debilitated by rheumatoid arthritis, then further by a Parkinson-like syndrome.
Mom left this world first from a massive stroke of her own.
Dad followed much later, slowly spiraling into dementia.
Now, when we go to class reunions, we remember our former classmates who have passed on.
We watch our friends age, no longer able to participate in the activities we once shared.
Insult upon insult, we find ourselves needing help to complete chores we used to do alone.
My hips are not the ones I was born with.
Getting old sucks.

©ARHuelsenbeck

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