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Three More Poems

(more 6word novels)

photographs by Ron Constable

 

BIRDSONG   by Ray Teplitz

I Don’t Know Why   by Jackie Parrish

Out Fishin’   by John Reimer

                                                               

 BIRDSONG

by Ray Teplitz   3/17/18

I try to remember to wear my
hearing aids when I go out
walking.  It is not only for me
to better participate in the
word-song that passes for
communication between me
and other walkers, but to remain
aware of oncoming traffic,
passing drones, malicious
pigeons, etc. and the music of
the bird sounds that abound.

Some of those sounds are the
twittering of gossipy conver-
sations, possibly warnings of
the time to attend  school or
the need to get to a meeting of
scholars or business of other
kinds…who knows what the
finches may be up to now?  But,
they burst into song now and
then.  Is it a random impulse?
Or an organized event?  Per-
haps, the beginning of an
opera?  Whatever.  I imagine
that those better informed
about birds may know, but not
I.

My memory is stirred about
the bird in our house, a yellow
canary, my father’s bird.  It
was my task to see to it that
the bird was fed, watered and
the cage cleaned.  But, the bird
studiously ignored us all,
except for my father.  On his
return home, the bird was
released and after flying about
the room enjoying its freedom,
it would settle on my dad’s
shoulder and sing gloriously.
They would kiss.  It was just
wonderful to see…………and hear.

Why and how this special
relationship came to be is
another one of those questions
I never got to ask my dad.

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“I Don’t Know Why”

by Jackie Parrish

Old men perched high in tiered row,
Proclaim we have another foe
And insist we have to go.
But, is it so?
Yet, who can say no.

Soon missiles fly,
And invisible women cry,
and children die.
And I wish I knew why.

Old ones and young ones,
Dark ones and light ones.
They all
Silently fall.
A momentary sorrow,
Forgotten tomorrow.

Another missile sails.
A mother wails
At child blood trails
Drawn in the sand
Of the battered land.
What did they do?
I wish I knew.

For oil, for greed?
For color, for creed?
For profit, for pride?
I think they have lied.

We’re sent to kill.
They’re left to die.
Tiny specks on a hill.
And I don’t know why.

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Out Fishin’

by John Reimer (4/19/06)

I crept up softly to the shore
of that remembered pool
I knew some trout were in it
That I would try to fool

I sent my fly to dancin’
Upon the water clear
They must have seen it floating by
There was no cause to fear

I cast the fly to make it land
Farther up the stream
I did my best to make it float —
A dead fly to be seen.

I chose my spot and made my cast
And landed it with care
And sure enough a silver fish
I found awaiting there.

I saw a fish come swiftly up —
The fly to disappear,
I felt the tug and hooked the fish —
Sent up a lusty cheer.

It plunged, cavorted, did its best
To keep from being caught
It bent the rod and pulled the line –
It fought and fought and fought

At last it tired and came to me
And landed in my net
The biggest fish I ever had –
As big as they can get.

For all the joy it brought to me
I took a memory look. –
Took the fly so gently out –
Returned it to the brook.

You see that I will fish for more
Than taking home the fish –
My memry book holds many a dream
I otherwise would miss.

For I will dream beside the stream
While I am fishing there
And whether I catch fish or not
I simply do not care.

 

Time for glass of wine yet?                                                  (Helen McCrea)

Thank goodness Albertson’s now delivers wine                 (Linda Sind)

I’m fine, I had some wine                                                    (William Silfvast)

To SIP has a new meaning.                                                 (Dolores Fisette)

Fill my glass. This will pass!                                                (janet Hines)

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Holiday Poem 2020

by Joni Johnson

Twas the night before Kwanzaa…

Hey wait a darn sec-and tighten your belt

What happened to Santa?

The dreidel and Hannukah gelt?

Buddha is missing,

and this is quite clear-

There’s no mention of holidays

All through the year.

But we need to remember we are

A great nation

Because, not inspite of,

The conglomeration

Of cultures and languages

Vying for space-

Trying to find

their spot in this place.

And we cannot forget

That this holiday cheer

Which fulfills us and beckons

This time of the year

In addition to being a

Great celebration

of Christmas, is also a nod

to the rest of the nation.

That peace and good will is

Important to all

No matter where on the spectrum

You happen to fall.

I was going to write a poem

That was sad-

But then I decided that that

Would be bad.

In spite of the losses of friends

we hold dear

And those dear little creatures

Who are no longer here,

And the looniness overtaking

The world at this time

And the hardness of finding more

Words that will rhyme,

That there’s much to be thankful

If we open our eyes.

So my evaluation of this year

I revise.

It’s time to assess all the good that

We’ve got

The cards we have gotten

attest on the spot

To the good things that happened

to one and to all

in spite of the bad that to each

did befall.

So we need to keep hold

Of this bright winter cheer

And remember to feel it

Through out the next year.

Happy Ramadan, Hannukah,

Christmas and Kwanzaa,

Happy February, March and April

And on…za!

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Love in the Dog World

by Joni Johnson
  • “90% of success is just showing up.” Woody Allen
  • “It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.”  Confucius.
  • “If you fell down yesterday, Stand up today.” H.G. Wells
  • “I think I can, I think I can.”  The little engine that could

                                       Harry

There are a lot of quotes about perseverance and success.  I think Harry read all of them. Seamus (a male Havanese), Harry (a male rescue- about 12 pounds) and Starr (a female Havanese) were at the dog park having a moment in the sun and enjoying treats. Starr and Seamus have been buddies for quite some time but Harry was a newcomer.  All of a sudden, Harry was in love.

            Starr and Seamus

Starr was more beautiful than Elizabeth Taylor, more fascinating than Nelly Bly.  Harry wanted her.  Treats were not an obstacle.  Seamus’ intervention was not an obstacle.  Starr’s complete disinterest was not an obstacle.  Harry understood the meaning of perseverance.

Click on the link below to see the video of Harry and Starr’s first encounter.

I have more videos.  I have pictures of Seamus acting as a sheepdog cutting out sheep from the herd, except that it was an effort to remove Harry from his pursuit. I have more videos of Starr making it clear that she wanted to be left alone.  But to Harry, it was just the call of love.

And how did this interlude end?  Well, I was quite amazed.  Starr and Harry became definite buddies.  A game here, a game there and she was hooked.  Is there a lesson to be learned?  I think the little engine says there is!

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Select Views of Papua New Guinea – Photos by Daphne Fautin

The Havanese – A Vision in Perfection

By Joni Johnson

 

                               STARR: A three-year old Havanese

 

OK- I’m taking advantage of being at the beginning of this Great Adventure-  THE COMPLEMENT!

I admit that Starr is my dog.  She weighs 10 pounds and will be four years old in early November.  Before Starr, our family was a family of Golden Retrievers (a 35 year string).  We had no idea we would ever end up with such a little dog.  After our last Golden died in 2007, we decided we would do some serious traveling and managed to survive without a dog for ten years.  But it was close to impossible.  After 10 years with no dog and knee problems of our own, we babysat a six month old golden for 3 days in 2017. We clearly realized we were ready for a smaller dog.

That is when we started our research on the internet. This is what we found:

The Havanese

The Havanese is a small, sturdy, short-legged dog with a unique gait that is exceptionally lively and springy, accentuating the dog’s happy nature. This is because its front legs are shorter than its back legs which creates a look like a hopping rabbit when running. The coat is double, with both under and outer coat soft. The profuse outer coat is very long, reaching 6 to 8 inches in length, and ranges from straight to curly, with wavy preferred. The curly coat is allowed to cord. The Havanese has a gentle expression.

History

The Havanese is one of the Barbichon (later shortened to Bichon) family of small dogs originating in the Mediterranean in ancient times. Spanish traders brought some of these dogs with them as gifts for Cuban women, allowing them to establish trading relationships. In Cuba, the little dogs were pampered as the special pets of the wealthy. They became known as Habeneros, and eventually some found their way back to Europe where they were called the White Cuban. They became quite popular, not only as pets of the elite but also as performing dogs. Their popularity as pets waned, however, and their stronghold remained in the circus, where they performed throughout Europe as trick dogs. Eventually the breed declined in numbers to such an extent that it was almost extinct not only in Europe but also in its native Cuba. A few remained in Cuba, however, and three families with their Havanese left Cuba for the United States during the 1950s and 1960s. Most present-day Havanese descend from these dogs. It has gradually aroused attention from dog fanciers and pet owners, and in 1996 the first Havanese entered an AKC show ring, and was accepted for regular recognition as a member of the Toy Group as of the first day of 1999. The Havanese is also known as the Havana Silk Dog.

Temperament

This is a busy, curious dog, happiest when residing at the center of attention of the family. The Havanese loves to play and clown and is affectionate to family, children, strangers, other dogs, and pets—basically everyone! This breed is willing to please, learns easily, and can tend to be vocal.

Upkeep

                      Seamus and Starr

Although energetic, the exercise needs of the Havanese can be met with a short walk or a good play session. Coat care entails a full brushing two to four times a week.  This is a non-shedding dog. Loose hairs are caught in the outer hairs, tending to tangle, unless they are combed out regularly.

Havanese on Campus

                    Ginger

Well, after some meet and greets, we were sold, and Starr became part of our family at the age of 10 weeks.  She’s a wonderful dog.  We chose her breed because of her reputation for friendliness to both people and other animals.  And of course, after 35 years of Golden Retrievers, we especially liked her because she doesn’t shed.

There are two other Havanese on campus.  You may have met them.  One is named Seamus and belongs to Kathy and Patrick Perkins on the west side of RVM.  He will be two this September and  comes from Astoria, Oregon.  The second belongs to Jack Wellinger on the east side of the campus.  Ginger is the largest of the three dogs, four years old and a beautiful red brown color.  If you ask their owners what they love most about their dogs, they would say how smart they are and how friendly they are to everyone- large and small.

What Do You Think

Well, this is your time to tell us what you think.  Would you like more stories about pets on campus? Let us know.

Three Poems by Ray Teplitz