From Fur to Grrr (Hour Seven, A Diamante)

DOG

loyal, friendly

petting, fetching, snuggling

compadre, companion, servant, lackey

clawing, scratching, creeping

finicky, aloof

CAT

 

 

****A diamante is composed of seven lines, where

Iines 1 and 7 have opposite meanings, and are typically one word nouns, although concepts or phrases are sometimes used. Lines 2 and 6 consist of two adjectives which clearly describe Lines 1 and 7, respectively. Lines 3 and 5 are made up of three -ing verbs that refer to Lines 1 and 7 again. Line 4 is the focal point of the poem, uniting Lines 1 and 7 by juxtaposing two nouns describing Line 1, followed by two nouns describing Line 7.****

DIY

DIY 

 

The parent of one of my 10th grade students tagged me in a post 

about a Do-It-Yourself solution in case of an active shooter.

 

Supply List 1

  • Heavy duty stainless steel wire rope (with loops)
  • Stainless steel ferrule and stop
  • Stainless steel carabiner
  • Heavy duty wall mount ring
  • Power drill
  • Diamond bits

 

The teacher in the post said that she looked all over for something 

to keep the students and her safe.

She found her solution at Home Depot,

a business that got an F rating in 2019 for

supplying money to Congressional recipients of NRA dollars.

 

Supply List 2

  • Union dues

 

For this DIY project, the wire rope loops like a noose around the dummy door lever.

        (The dummy lever is one inch away from a glass panel.)

The other loop joins the carabiner that is 

hooked to the wall mount.

       (Don’t ask for permission to drill into the wall.

       You’re doing it for the kids.

       You’re doing it so that you all can make it home.)

 

Supply List 3

  • Belief in miracles
  • Health insurance
  • Life insurance policy
  • Anxiety medication

 

I looked through videos that showed what an AR-15 can do to structures.

There is a guy who shows five different types of barriers

that AR-15 bullets can penetrate.

I paid special attention to the one that looks like a wooden door and the cinder block wall.

(The trainer noted that the cinder blocks used in schools like mine were hollow.)

 

The bullets designed for the AR-15 are created to tumble when they make contact with flesh.

They rip at a velocity of around 3000 feet per second as they 

plunge through the soft tissue.

They destroy all of the organs in the regions they hit.

They are not the types for bullets that usually lodge in the human body like they would a wall.

They make grand exits.

 

Supply List 4

  • Bleach
  • Gloves
  • Heavy duty paper towels
  • Trash bags
  • Trauma kit

 

The magazine of an AR-15 can hold 30 rounds.

The class that the parent’s child was in had 28 students in it. 

If we were in Uvalde, no one would have escaped the room alive.

 

Supply List 5

  • Trauma and grief counseling
  • 28 Sympathy cards
  • 28 Floral arrangements
  • Lawyer for will
  • Casket
  • Headstone

 

I don’t respond to the post.

Don’t know how to tell him that it will never work.

Don’t know how to tell him that I can’t save his son.

Even if I lay my body on his,

The bullets will still get through.

It won’t be enough that I tried.

It won’t be enough that I did it myself.

 

Gigan

We used to play mancala
in the evening or on a Sunday afternoon.

Newlyweds with time to enjoy each other,
laughing at a loss
shrugging off a win

wanting only the togetherness
and something to do.

Colored stones clicking
moving faster with each round

faster like time.
We used to play mancala

wanting only the togetherness.
One day we stopped making time
for togetherness.

No more mancala.
No more marriage.

Unprocessed Words

I see
I hear
I think
I talk
But sometimes
I see
I hear
I talk
Usually when this sequence happen
I am forced to swallow my pride
And eat my words.

Hour 7 : Kali

Kali

To you who came into my life without knocking,

who keep opening new doors in my heart every night and morning.

I like to joke that you’re not really a cat. That one day a young woman

will show up on my doorstep asking for her long lost sister.

She disappeared on that same street 6 years ago

and I will watch you shapeshift in my patio.

Back into your human form.

When I told my friend this story she asked: “But what would happen then?”

And I know exactly what would happen. We’d stay housemates,

you’d still enjoy hanging out in the guest room except this time

your name would be on the door.

And I’d keep loving you the way I always have

for a friend is not a body but a soul.

8th hr text prompt: Still I love

I love her from the core of heart

She is known that as lovely art.

 

I have made many promises.

I will make her happy.

I never forget the love.

 

She is so unique on earth.

Her heart is blissful hub.

 

But there are some facts

Bizarre sights are everywhere.

 

How can this happen in love?

I love her from the core of heart.

 

She is so unique on earth.

As a spiritual lotus,

The fragrance of dreamy hut.

 

I don’t know how to lead life.

I know to love her all times.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DogSpeak #7 Nothing Better

DogSpeak #7 Nothing Better

Bacon bacon bacon
we love bacon
bacon treats
bacon kibble
bacon gravy on bacon potatoes
bacon in/on/with everything
bacon!

You humans are odd
bacon raw but never crisp
bacon crisp but never raw
bacon strips warmed over
but we don’t care
it’s bacon!

Bacon in the middle of
two slices of bacon
on a bacon bread sandwich
with a drizzle of bacon
on top.

Homemade bacon cookies…
hint hint
wink wink.

Bacon
we love bacon
better than anything
bacon chews
bacon bones
bacon toys
bacon sticks
bacon
nothing better than bacon bacon
bacon
oh chicken
chicken wings
chicken skin sizzling
chicken treats
chicken kibble
with chicken gravy
nothing better than chicken
oh beef…

~ J R Turek

7 Divine Intention

7       Divine Intention

 

God created coffee

On the eighth day

Revealing compassion

 

Home ground dark beans

With a hint of berry

A bump of sweet cream

 

Should all else fail

Know that God wants

Us all Woke

Now

Crushing It!

This one is going to be tough
this poem style of which I have not imbibed

Nonetheless I shall attempt
my hand at it
for what else have I to do

My spirit is willing
to write of the unknown

To pen the voices in my head
that refuse to be quiet

On and on they fight to be the star
this one is going to be tough

My spirit is willing
to listen to their tales
to scribe their haunts

But instead Candy Crush calls me
and I close my mind.