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November 2016

Old Poodle Takes a Turn

Old Poodle Takes a Turn

 

Don’t disturb me

I have my way

 

Let me sleep

I’ll wake me when it’s time

 

Then I’ll need you to

Open the door

 

And keep treats in hand

For me—when I

 

Return—don’t worry,

I’ll let you know

 

It’s time

I have my way

 

You’ll wait for me,

I know

 

 

Don’t disturb me

I have my way

 

Let me sleep

I’ll wake me when it’s time

 

Then I’ll need you to

Open the door

 

And keep treats in hand

For me—when I

 

Return—don’t worry,

I’ll let you know

 

It’s time

I have my way

 

You’ll wait for me,

I know

Old Dachshund Likes a Belly Rub

Old Dachshund Likes a Belly Rub

 

 

To my blogger friends and other friends—

I’m sorry I’ve been out of contact for a little while.  A number of things came together to drain my energy and health and time.  I traveled to my sister’s to care for her old dogs while she and her husband went out of the country for a while.  I’ve been suffering with a physical challenge that is painful and making it too hard to sleep (meaning often I don’t).  And the national election (my nation’s) has been greatly troubling and dis-spiriting, too.

Anyway, my sister and brother-in-law are returning soon.  I will visit with them for a time and simply pet the dogs.  And go to urgent care, if need be.

I should return to blogging daily shortly.  I have much reading and corresponding to catch up with (which with to up the catch).  Of course, our past (static) posts can still speak, can’t they?

Happy World Philosophy Day.  And in the USA at least it’s also Fast Food day.  I wonder how my country might be inflicted with fast food philosophy.

Well, I wish for happier days for all.

Thank you,

C L (Christopher) Couch

 

 

Old Dachshund Likes a Belly Rub

 

On his back because

I rolled him there

 

All the bumps with age

(No cosmetic surgery, dear),

The little legs are

Shaking

 

I rub your chest minus

The Vapo-Rub

 

You seem pleased, if

Sussing grunts and moans is

In my ken—nearly

 

A hundred of my years,

Though you age

In the same way

 

These are the clues:

Bright, wet eyes and nose

 

To amend my terror that

You’ll die this day

While in my care

 

epilogue

 

He sleeps (a daily,

Mortal sleep)

Under a blanket

The edge of

Which he likes to

Toss over the

Head, a ritual still

All his own

 

C L Couch

11, 11 (11)

11, 11 (11)

 

Today is Veterans Day.

Armistice Day in Europe.

Remembrance

Day.  Red poppies to honor

Flanders Field.

 

Recalling that peace,

Even

At great cost, is better.

Better than victory.

 

C L Couch

 

Still (and Superior) Life in Berlin

Still (and Superior) Life in Berlin

for the cats of Kathleen D

 

American ex-pat cats

 

They look out windows five floors

Up

They overhear airy conversation

 

Inherently translating,

Since (and to answer the question)

 

German cats meow in German

 

C L Couch

 

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German Rex (naturally)

http://cats.petbreeds.com/l/68/German-Rex

Praxis

Praxis

 

Something good happens

Something bad,

Something horrible

We move on

 

In our lives, good news

Or bad, sometimes horrible

We move on

 

Where are we going

That requires constant

Moving minds,

Restless spirits always

Leaving, never resting

 

In places of crisis?

 

No time taken to repair

To sit still and know

That we have talents

To make better

So many we encounter

 

Training missed in

Intuition, empathy

Things that rarely pay

 

Victories without profit

Save soothing, maybe saving

Souls

 

Next time, we might say,

As we meet

Then walk around

Needs on the street

Or next door

Or so much closer

Truly

 

C L Couch

Revolution

Revolution

(tracing the season’s sunlight)

 

The day descends

While shadows rise

Late-year days are like this

We notice early darkness

 

C L Couch

Peace, Prevail

Peace, Prevail

(for the USA and all)

 

Red leaves on trees

Against the season’s

Bright blue sky,

Branches lightened in

Late-afternoon, autumn

Sun

 

Vision of nature

Hope for a nation

 

C L Couch

Let’s Look for a Reason

Let’s Look for a Reason

(commending her candidacy)

 

So

She’s flighty as we

Think women are—

No, that’s not right

 

She’s not serious-minded—

No, again not right

 

How about

She doesn’t convey authority

As our commander should—

Nope, can’t make that

Argument, either

 

But she does write e-mails,

Good!—there’s reason

For the pillory

 

Those things we usually

Use to keep them

Down just weren’t working

Out this time

 

Because she is a person

For all seasons?

 

No, she’s still a woman—

Can’t have that

 

C L Couch

 

My favorite thing is not to think or write in a partisan way.  I’m registered to vote though not a member of any political party (though I’ve always favored the New Year’s Eve, should it be formed, and think the Pirates Party in Iceland holds promise).  I do believe that the final prejudice to overcome in the current election for President will be in fact the problem over gender.  Hence this verse about that.

For All Souls

For All Souls

(2 November)

 

Rosemary for remembrance

But it will be in Spain and Mexico

USA and other places, as

 

Candy shaped into skulls,

Bright-color picnics set out at night

With our dead—and many

Kindred flames of candlelight

 

Yesterday the living church

 

Today the predeceased who will

Stay a little closer

 

Families gather ‘round the stones

De abuelos, tíos, quizás los niños

 

All whose loss is lessened for a

Time as an altogether family

For the feast

 

C L Couch

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