Ratoncito
Here's the kicker, he wasn't even mine. I only knew him for fifteen days.
My family was on vacation to my Father's little pueblo in nowhere Mexico.
And we stayed with my Aunt who had a whole cabal of four dogs. A skunk blotched, arrogant kind of dog who sauntered as he walked. Canela, who was quite a rough Mother.
And the light haired Chauplin.
But Ratoncito-- who had two other names-- Mirruna and Ghandi, he was a tiny puppy with paws too big for his body.
Walked like a soldier.
March on in the clouds and leap in fjords.
Daughters’ Love
They wake with light, two sparks so bright,
In their eyes, worlds of wonder and delight.
Hand in hand, they lead me on,
To lands unknown, at the break of dawn.
With laughter wild, they chase the breeze,
Climbing high, as if the trees
Hold secret whispers just for them—
My heart beats loud as their little hymn.
Through starlit dreams, their voices ring,
Tiny adventures in everything.
They hold my heart, fierce and free,
Two souls bound, forever with me.
© 2024 A.M. Roberts. All rights reserved.
He Lived
Scooby was my first, a German shepherd with luxurious fur, and boundless energy. He grew into a gentle giant with big brown eyes that felt like deep pools of warmth and loyalty. I always came home to him wagging his bushy tail in excitement. When it rained, he would snuggle into his space and curl up into a ball, waiting out the cold and rain for playtime in the freshly filled puddles.
When my Scooby got sick, his big brown eyes shrunk. By the end, he was a little fur ball, still with a wet nose and a warm heart.
A Gift to Remember Forever
A Birthday Surprise the Heart Always Dreamed Of
…
To you, my wonderful Molly. May this story be a small reminder of how much you mean to me and how deeply I wish for each of your days to be as special as you are. Happy Birthday!
December 10th arrived with a true winter morning — cold but clear, with a light frost sparkling on every corner of the city. This was a special day — Molly Desmond’s birthday.
That day, Molly looked absolutely stunning. She wore a dark blue dress that highlighted her elegance and refinement. Her bright green eyes sparkled like precious gems, and her makeup, as always, was flawless, enhancing her captivating smile. The necklace around her neck was a masterpiece in itself, but it was impossible to look away, not only from it but from Molly herself — her grace, warm smile, and gentle charm drew everyone in like a magnet.
When Molly arrived at the club, her heart began to beat a little faster. A surprise awaited her here, though she still had no idea what it was. The room was filled with an atmosphere of joy and anticipation. Then, as the stage lights turned on and music filled the space, Tom Jones, the legendary singer she had dreamed of seeing, stepped onto the stage. This evening had turned into a true fairytale.
With a charming smile, Tom Jones wished her a happy birthday and performed her favorite songs, filling the room with the magic of his voice. Molly, forgetting everything around her, enjoyed every moment, feeling truly happy, as if she were in a dream.
With a smile and warmth, she thought of her friend V, who had arranged this magical evening for her. With each song, she felt more joy and wonder, realizing how special this thoughtful gesture was. As the concert came to an end, Tom Jones stepped down from the stage to personally congratulate Molly and handed her a bouquet of roses, making her glow with happiness. But the most touching moment was yet to come.
V, smiling, approached her with a small box in his hands. “This is for you, to remember this night,” he said, handing her a delicate locket with the words engraved inside: “For happiness, forever.”
Molly gently touched the locket and looked at her friend with warmth. She realized that not only the evening with Tom Jones would remain in her memory, but also this symbolic gift filled with the light of their friendship. They walked out of the club together under the soft glow of streetlights and the whisper of light December snow.
“You know, this day is one of the happiest in my life,” Molly whispered, smiling at V. He returned her warm smile and took her hand. And although the night was chilly, next to him, Molly felt only warmth and boundless comfort.
This evening stayed forever in her heart — not just as a birthday, but as a moment filled with light and sincere joy, a gift that only those who are truly dear can give.
Victoria Lunar
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P.S. If I'm not breaking any group rules, I'd like to ask you, my friends and followers, if it's not too much trouble, please share your thoughts on this story, and wish Molly Desmond a happy birthday. This person is very dear to me, and I want to surprise her.
Power
Smile,
you are on camera
yet, all rights reserved
no territory ceded
easy to write a rhyme
harder to live the life
now that we are woke
lose the shroud
resist the urge
to pick up arms
and play avenger
sit right here
let’s listen to nature’s song
every being in tune with it’s world
there are allegiances
we are taught to please
shown the authorities to appease
no mention of individual divinity
what to do with latent potents
swirling within
plenty want to fence you in
status quo policing
forever a zero sum game
your loss is their win
engineered exclusivity
based on perceived scarcity
claiming to have it all
so stay in your lane
funny, the misguided get it right
thats exactly where you need to be
digging deep
mining diamonds
out of lived experience
discarding trash ideologies
distilling personal values
criticizing character
to build guiding principals
for a new tomorrow
free from present encumberments
proudly flying your flag
like no one else can
happy Independence day!
Autumn’s Farewell Glance
The autumn air breathes silent sorrow,
Leaves fall like dreams that drift away,
In farewell hues, through endless darkness,
My empty hopes begin to sway.
The city slows beneath the rainfall,
Its pulse in heavy, misted grey,
And somewhere in the depth of memory
Your gaze — distant, not mine to stay.
A fog of parting gently settles,
The whispers of warm words subside,
Leaves twirl in wistful, weary dances,
Like love long gone and cast aside.
I cannot reach you, touch, or warm you,
Your distant eyes won’t turn to me,
Yet autumn, like a breath, will whisper
Of my last longing silently.
Yet deep within my soul will stay
The dream of you and me at peace.
© 2024 Victoria Lunar. All rights reserved.
caliginous clouds of Melanoplus spretus blocked out the light not two hundred years ago
Yet that same creature has now disappeared forever, possibly caused by crushed eggs from irrigation
The world is worse now, caddisflies haunt the extinct species list on Wikipedia
Because their homes are dying, drying,
the separation between rivers and rivals, spawning and spiraling,
between what humanity owns and what we have stolen
has disappeared completely.
The electric light overhead hums in agreement that this
cursed world is wrong, humanity had wronged ecology
And yet the sound of those katydids will never be recovered, Katy-did, Katy-did
Survival of the fittest means surviving the surround sound landscape of automobiles and
I am not one of the believers in outdoor cats not causing the apocalypse
Creatures’ worlds are ending, mine just happens to not be; though I will wish sometimes that
I may go extinct instead, since my long-staring soul cannot handle so much splintering of ecosystems that were once whole
Once whole, once hole, one hole, if there’s a hole I would like to fall into it please
And maybe forget to return to reality.
(LIS)
She laid there like a broken doll
Like I've never seen before
Unmoving
Pale
Looking upon her
Brought great pain upon my chest
And great waters to my eyes
She laid there like a corpse
Still
And quiet
I didn't know what
to do
Yet her eyes have movement
Scanning my face
Broken
Like a doll
And in every moment
we
are real