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The Beautiful Somali woman

My aunt: Hibo was in the air force

was in the police force

and her husband is from

.....

"What's the happen"?

her son, suffers from

something like 

Narcissist, JLO

She is a Narcist

and her son Ahmed

homeless, in prison and

drinking in the the floor

Iilowdaa,

I was watching television

and she called me: Hibo

I broke my back

my sister Fawsia

is a social worker

My son, the one married now to a Bosnian

and the other who has a good Job

Hinda and I talked when she in Beligium

and me in Holland, the Netherlands

and we talked about her chronic illness

Alocholism, and I told her, I will send her book

and I hung up the phone, by pressing the button

on the phone, Hinda called me back and I told 

her you have a chronic illness.

She is in England now and lives in a nice neighbourhood

and her sons are in the US, studying and working.

Their father " he's not a go getter" is in Ethopia

And Poole, is there now telling him what his

probelm is, and why Hindi did not love him

or any other man.

Poole told him many times that she does like

men who are Somali Christian

because they are not fun, do not drink, do not go to parties

and call women whores.

I told my spiritual partner that I am,

and I am, I am

and he was confused about my religion

and I told him I was Somali, and he was 

accepting

I told my husband now that, that he had to covert

and he didn't care

I have an aunt, she is funny, and nice

to talk to, my mom friend, she says she is illetrate

or my mom tells me that

She is Turkish and my mom does not know

and She is in Syria ans loves her friends

My aunt Hibo has her friends, Iraqis,

and she wants to have a beauty product Regina

Asha, my unlcle and her use to party together

and she use to go the beach with us

and she took us an illusionist

My aunt Hibo and her family are rich, are in the military and

they do not tell anyone.

My aunt, also wrote a book about circumcision

and my uncle is now looking into what is going on in the world

his brother, Case is also living in abundance and we are celebrating

a beautiful Eiid Al Adaha

Anaab, my aunt is really a nice person

and her sister is a spiritual person

and her son is my friend

and her daughters, 3

are really rich

My mom's sister, is broken

and only cares about money

and all these years has been in court

to take all the money from her husband

who died: his first etc. wife, she has been

in court with for over 30 years

My aunt, my Mother's sister, three

are in, in hell, and 1 of them victory

that what he is called, works

and maybe will win, and his mom

will give the money she has been fighting for all these

years.    

I just spoke to Saudi King, his Highness, Holiness

and I said to him, you will lose and the Wahaabi's will

win, have won. Eiid Muburaak!!!

I thought I was a believer

though I felt it’s weird.

Who should I trust?

My dog – god -, for sure.

Men have become astray

and so, have I.

Should I believe myself?

But why?

Once naïve, sleeping like a log

now all is gone in distrust;

all in vain except for my dog.

She stretches her legs on my lap;

no care for little respect.

She feels secure; she knows no trap.

Devil Door Jam

won't hook into the 

hinged hanging man

Severed every bridge 

that brought 

you back 

into

Your place within

are you running? 

Last night I 

SCREAMED

for you running in tears

I was looking for APOLLLO

inthe streets of Chicago 

I was looking for you

crying

hysterical 

lost 

why didn't you turn the car around

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With his initials
he carved his arrows
after them he did fletch
And then his slave
bird dog he sent
the murdered
bird to fetch.
It was a morning dove
fledgling
for whose dead body
he was fletching.

He killed doves,
symbols of the Holy
Spirit and of peacemakers.
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saiom shriver
 
**

Footnote: Unelected Republican Supreme Court Justice
Gorsuch, the only justice on the court or in many
decades to receive
fewer than 60 votes by senators, is a dove hunter
as is the billionaire Philip Anschutz who financed
the propaganda promotion of Gorsuch.
*
Gorsuch is one of the 5 males making up the pentocracy
of the antedeluvian court whose antidemocratic scotching
of the will of the vast majority of the US.
*
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/03/14/us/politics/neil-gorsuch-supreme-court.html
https://www.denverpost.com/2017/03/17/colorado-powerbrokers-rally-behind-neil-gorsuch/
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/1523439/Philip-Anschutzs-farm-is-more-a-playground-for-the-rich-than-a-working-cattle-ranch.html
https://www.travelmarketreport.com/articles/Why-Multibillionaire-Philip-Anschutz-Bought-Sea-Island-Georgia
 

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saiom shriver

I used to visit my cousin’s house every weekend throughout middle school and high school, and I remember the night we were playing Xbox 360 and we heard knocks on the door. He attended, and a few minutes later he brought a tiny cage with a strange-looking border collie, her hair was white with blue and some black spots, one of her eyes was half blue and half white, the other was blue. She was a puppy, scared from the dark surrounding her except for the dim light the tv screen was projecting. My cousin then told me that he had bought her for a high sum of money, I had never seen a dog like that and would not believe how expensive it was. My cousin named her “Djoko”, he used to be a tennis player and a big fan of Novak Djokovic, the Cristiano Ronaldo of tennis. Days went by, Djoko would always be in the room with us, biting our toes while watching us play a wide range of videogames, I personally could not stand her bites, even for a puppy she had sharp and strong teeth, they even made me bleed once. We would walk her out sometimes, she needed to learn where she lived in case she ever got lost, and for us to do some muscular exercise since we would spend countless hours in the couch doing nothing productive other than gaming. Whenever a car passed by, Djoko would try to chase it, luckily though, my cousin was strong enough to hold her back with the leash, and of course he would get angry and tell her to not do that; Djoko never learnt, she was a herding dog, those that farmers use to herd sheep. Years went by, Djoko became a big, healthy pedigree dog; even while her hair fell off constantly, she always looked majestic, her barks could be heard from far away, and she was very playful, yet very aggressive towards other dogs. One sad day, Djoko was hit by a car, her front-right leg got badly injured, she had some of her skin peeled off enough to show some muscular tissue, however, she didn’t last much like that, Djoko was healthy again a few months later. When my cousin tried to breed her with a black border collie named “Pirata”, he would complain a lot about how hard it was to make her give in to Pirata, Djoko would bark and even attack him, but after a few days she finally gave in and gave birth to seven puppies, four were blue and three were black. I stopped seeing her for a while, because I had to come to Monterrey and study, but I know that if I ever visit my cousin’s house, Djoko will be there with the only puppy they kept named “Nova” who looks like Djoko, but younger. They will always be in the backyard, barking to some random  birds.

Dog who loves nature

(492 words)

The sun rises every morning and gives that special brightness to the magnificent tree over the hill, who spread its glow on the entire valley, filling it with beauty and life. From that point at the top of the hill, you can see how the flowers raise their heads, crowned with colorful petals, perfuming the day; you can hear the direction of the blue river go down the hill through the valley, saying hello to everyone who lives there. The grass is dancing with the air a lovely whistle song. There is a town downriver, a few miles from the hill, where many different kinds of dogs live, where Dago stands out for his leadership.

Dago is a wise dog who has many years living in the community with all his animal brothers. They all live there, peacefully and in perfect balance.

There is a big, old tree, with many branches, green leafs and as tall as the hill it sits on. It has been there for centuries, with many generations of animals revering it over the years. It is the mother of them all, the bringer of all life and their sustenance through the fruit it provides, Mother Nature they called it. They only take what they need, and return to the cycle of life when they die and feed the soil in which this tree thrives.

One day, Dago found a cat by the riverside, unconscious and in bad condition; it was strange as he never saw a cat before. His instinct told him to be cautious, but his good nature showed up and he took this new creature to his town where he nurtured him back to full health with the tree’s delicious fruit.

A few months later the cat settled by the hill and brought many of his cats friends along, they also liked the fruit very much and its rich nature allowed them to grow and spread. Over the course of a few years, they had become larger and the fruit was not enough, so they started hunting the animals like mice and ate them; they needed more water and depleted the river; they needed more houses and started cutting the trees… When they ran out of trees they went for the one over the hill… Mother Nature was in danger. She called Dago and asked him for a favor – Take these seeds, spread them with the help of your brothers over the world. They will create new ecosystems (animals and vegetation) that can sustain by themselves. However, be careful with the cats, once they realize about those new places, they will come after all of them, to satisfy their desires. So eventually that is how the rivalry of dogs and cats started.

The moral of the story is that we need to change our habits if we want to still have a world to live in, and take care about what Mother Nature give us.

G. G.

M.A.S.

My little love.

My furry one.

Such joy that I can feel.

You've snuggled right in to my heart.

I dread the day we should have to part.

Others may mock me all they wish.

I care not what they say.

Though you may to be of my flesh and blood.

Your my little one in every way.

So what if you aren't human.

There is no such thing as 'just a dog'.

Those who scoff will never understand.

Will never have the unique special bond.

The pureness of a fur babies love.

There is nothing sad in it at all.

You trust me wholeheartedly.

Love me unconditionally.

Protect me from anything.

Even the faintest of noises.

Your little eyes shining.

What would I ever do without you

How would my heart feel

My one who never judges me

I miss you even when your a room away

And love you more each day

So yes you may be a 'dog'

But its not pathetic to say

I love you as though you were created of me

Your paws a printed on my heart

And that's how it will always be

A homeless dog,

Defying winter and fog,

Moves far and wide,

With eyes dried.

Barks when angry,

Cries when gloomy,

Wags its tail all the time,

And knows it no crime.

Dustbin is its preferred place,

Where it does enjoy its own space,

And digs up victuals to munch through,

Something that happens like a déjà vu!

For its right,

It dares to fight,

The world is its bed,

Where it sleeps at night without dread.

The dog craves for love,

By getting even a little of,

It from anybody,

It turns into a timeless devotee.

I always thought it was impossible for a person to reincarnate but I learned that they can.

After I died, I reincarnated but I didn't come back to life as a man.

I came back to life as a dog and my wife is my owner.

Even though I'm a dog, she still gives me a boner.

I was shocked when I looked in the mirror and saw that I'm a Saint Bernard.

Some times my wife tries to date men but I chase them and I bite them hard.

When I was a Human, I had elegance and class.

But last night I bit a chunk out of a man's ass.

Certain things put me in a bad mood.

One of which is having to eat Dog Food.

Being near my wife is intoxicating and it's sure to please.

But I'm about to itch to death because of these damn fleas.

I'll stop my wife from dating men until I die, that's what I'll do.

If you ever try to date my wife, I'll take a big chunk out of you.