Freddie’s 4 Rivuletting Haiku

Dear Human Beings,

This weeks haiku prompt, rivulet, is so timely because of all the killing, and threats and posturing that you Human Beings do to guard your territories.  When are you going to figured out what we canines have always known and be civilized about it ??!!!

Rivulets of me
claiming my territory
instinctive, you see

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Rivulet on tree

just my natural nature 

you’ll know I was here

DSCN5351It’s a four poster

Such a relief it’s one stop

Male to mail

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Soccer net is mine

 I am always on the ball

field is wide open

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Ku’ingly yours,

Freddie Parker Westerfield, CDT

Canine Dog Therapist

 

Bloody Good Haikuspiration

English language words

however you define them

they’re bloody funny

ADULT:
A person who has stopped growing at both ends
and is now growing in the middle.

BEAUTY PARLOR:
A place where women curl up and dye.

CHICKENS:
The only animals you eat before they are born and after they are dead.

COMMITTEE:
A body that keeps minutes and wastes hours.

DUST:
Mud with the juice squeezed out.

EGOTIST:
Someone who is usually me-deep in conversation.

HANDKERCHIEF:
Cold Storage.

INFLATION:
Cutting money in half without damaging the paper.

MOSQUITO:
An insect that makes you like flies better.

RAISIN:
A grape that got too much sun.

SECRET:
Something you tell to one person at a time.

SKELETON:
A bunch of bones with the person scraped off.

TOOTHACHE:
The pain that drives you to extraction.

TOMORROW:
One of the greatest labor-saving devices of today.

YAWN:
An honest opinion openly expressed.

WRINKLES:
Something other people have, similar to my character lines.

Zebra:

A horse of a different stripe 

Not one word was harmed

Not one drop of blood was drawn

in writing this post

Haiku-Heights Prompt - BLOOD

Haiku-Heights Prompt – BLOOD

Thanks Sharon for my haikuspiration!

Conflicted: Should I hug or SCREAM?

Conflicted

Should I hug or SCREAM

perhaps cry

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Human condition

Thoughts can betray, lead astray

No one is immune

I just spent an afternoon in an intensive care hospital unit with a colleague.  She had open heart quadruple by-pass surgery. They split her chest open, separated her ribs, stopped her heart, took veins from her legs and grafted them onto her heart.

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Acylic painting by Lisa,
survivor of a potentially fatal Heart Attack in her 30’s

She had a Widow Maker heart attack – so named because it is usually FATAL.

Listen to what she told me.  It could save your life:  At first she figured it was indigestion, took ant-acid; thought the back pain was because she strained her back;  Symptoms progressed into nausea, fatigue, sweating, (figured something was wrong but she’d feel better in the morning).

When the excruciating pain (as she described it – worse than any childbirth) she didn’t want to go to the ER that night because she was sweaty and needed to take a bath (which she took in the morning before her hair cutting appointment);  Pretended excruciating pain wasn’t anything serious BECAUSE she was “healthy”; During her hair cut she felt faint.  Her hairdresser said it sounded like a heart attack and wanted to call 911; She refused to have her hairdresser call 911, TOLD HER TO FINISH CUTTING HER HAIR, PAID the bill AND THEN DROVE HERSELF to ER (where they immediately wheeled her into surgery)!!!!!!!

My colleague’s story is NOT uncommon.  Why don’t we hear more about Widow Maker Heart Attacks?  Most of the women who have them are DEAD.

I’m screaming at YOU: Stay current. Read Carolyn Thomas  ♥  My Heart Sisters blog  It may not be your life you save but a relative’s, friend’s, colleague’s, client’s . . .  or  . . . it could be YOUR own.

Symptom in women are different from men.  Our Female stubbornness and, dare I say, STOOOOOOOPIDITY has no bounds.  (I know.  I drove myself to the ER when I was having serious heart arrhythmia)

 It’s better to call 911 and be told you’re fine than to die or be disabled for life. 

Pepper

Dear all my best friends,

Exhausted from writing all those Maxaiku responses

I found all your comments quite inspiring and I responded to everyone in Maxaiku.   Writing all those Maxaiku left me a bit tired so I made my human write today’s prompt “pepper”.  

Speaking of pepper – when I first adopted my Humans I started training them immediately.  

They had this inexplicable attachment to things like bed comforters, sofas and shoes.  As you know, THINGS are not what is important in life.  

So their first training lesson was to break them of the bad habit of coveting.  

I chewed up their “things”.  My Humans, in a vain attempt to dissuade me, sprayed cayenne pepper on everything.  It was delicious.

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Love or hate on tongue

taste buds of our perception

chili pepper us

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Love, the spice of life

God peppers while we simmer

very tasty treat

Catch-up Creations

Must cheer myself on

Rendered tired and uninspired

“Do it anyway”

Haiku-Heights has a Haiku-a-day-Challenge for September.

Initially I wasn’t going to do the challenge as my Fibro has rendered me rather “tired” and uninspired. But I decided that haiku’s, being only 3 lines long, will take a minimum of thinking (as is evidenced by My haikus . . .) and keep my thumb in the blog-pie and creativity.

The Haiku-Heights word prompts-for-the-day are in bold colors.  (I “cheated” a bit and combined more than one day’s prompt in a couple of haiku . . . to catch up)

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Elvis Presley lives

“Love me tender love me sweet”

Render me speechless . . .

_ _ _ _ _

The Milkyway,

long ago when I was young,

paved a path for cows

_ _ _ _ _

Through a prism seen

The color of  loneliness

changes as we age

_ _ _ _ _

Over Autumn Moon 

Drawbridge of our life

Walk into Winter

Falling Out of the Nest

Max is much better. Still a bit of coughing and his appetite isn’t very good. Watching him in distress this week created a flood of memories about other pets I’ve had. Strangely, a memory of  my earliest experience with the fragility of life kept  coming to mind.

Death wants me to know

Never forget or ignore 

The meaning of  life

Back in the “olden days” when it was safe for kids to walk to school on their own I would find newborn birds that had fallen 20 – 30 feet out of their nests located in the huge palm trees which lined our street. I would gingerly carry them home, afraid that the very movement of walking would traumatize them.

My mother would patiently put the baby bird in a box lined with cotton towels and feed it with an eyedropper. Most didn’t even have fuzz, much too young to survive, but I knew my mother could do almost anything . . . except, as I learned, keep the babies alive.

Each year I walked that street it became painfully  more difficult. I was told that if a human touched the baby bird the mother bird would not want it. It never occurred to me that the mother bird couldn’t possibly carry its baby back to the nest high up in the palm.  It never occurred to me that the baby had sustained injury in the fall.  All I knew was a life was in peril.

It grew to be an excruciating decision: Pick the baby up and ensure it would be rejected by the mother; Leave it on the ground for the mother to find and be found first by a cat; or take it home to watch it die.  I always took the  baby home.