Paul Cochrane
22 hours ago

Man is cruel, Man is kind,

Far from home, on arid land,
A litter fell on Arab sand,
Mother’s milk did taste so sweet,
She foraged out on hostile streets.
At night as humans sealed their fate,
By leaving each to nature’s fate.

For food and water the bitch did grope,
That pup and her could live in hope,
Each win brought forward sunlit dawn,
The pup awaits her new day morn,
Till one desperate day the padding paws,
Of mother did not return at all.

Weak abandoned, struck with stones,
The starving pup abandoned home,
Cruel sun and humans tortured her,
And she decided she’d had enough,
Of constant hate and absent love.
Allowed by Law of God above.

She crawled with last remaining force,
And whispered with her throat so hoarse.
“Leave me be - beneath this bin,
When it’s over, throw me in.”
A week of cowering, ‘neath the steel,
Giving up each moment to mortal wheel.

Turning closer to the end,
Of pain, despair and suffering.
Whenever humans did come near,
With dehydrated constant fear,
She buried herself deeper down,
Away from hope in hopeless town.

One noise persisted above the rest,
But human kindness cannot expect,
A dog-eared dog in plastic shroud,
To welcome those inhuman crowds,
Whose only act in her short life,
Was taunts and stones and sharpened knives.

Still weakness and despair did come,
And to the gentle hand succumbed,
Unguarded neck - she did not care,
If flash of blade would cease her pain.
Light? Blinding sun! And sweet caress,
And milk? And water? And what is best!

The soothing stroke of calloused hand,
The coolness given as air was fanned,
And vaseline to smother ticks,
Head and shoulders, giving licks,
Of love and thanks to one whose kindness,
Battled through the Basra blindness,

The fate of Warpaws, so far away,
Was followed close by those who cared.
And all of those who did donate,
Were praying for her to be saved.
There’s millions more, but there’s no ban.
On trying to save the one you can.

So Alex, Jen and countless more,
You fought the fight but knew the score.
The chances of surviving past,
Emaciation and then at last,
Damage she’d never overcome.
Still - you tried to save this one.

Think on this now all is done.
Her final week – no baking sun,
Nor plastic melted to her skin,
But care and food and water in,
The faith of he who wrapped her up,
In tattooed arms of endless love.

Warpaws was a rescue dog in Iraq found by my cousin Alex Cairnie. He tried to save it and bring her home but was, sadly, unsuccessful.
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Feb 13

My room is dark
and my body is cold.
Warmth, glowing and dewy.
Soft and smooth skin,
sallow and glorious.

You have to take me right now
from this dreary and withered life now.
Yes, you. When will you come?

Lift me onto your lap,
blue sixty dollar dress on the floor,
lacey pink pants caressed by your dancing fingertip,
dainty bralette hangs loose.

I wear your glitter,
you sweat with excitement.

You have to take me from this dark trailer park life now. This is unfinished like every other poem I've posted.
#love   #sad   #escape   #personal   #escapism   #rescue  

F or when
I n distress,
R escue comes
S aves you from
T he troubling pain

A nd as you lay
I nto the stretcher,
D eath arrives.

I do not take myself seriously
Topic: First Aid

Ankle Pull
#dark   #help   #acrostic   #rescue  

We all act
All we need is
Getting a little help

Forgive me for any mistakes...
Thanks for reading!! :)
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Dragged in by chains
You won't leave alone tonight
With everything you've said
Every crime commited
Here is a prison
Made of everything you know
Throw away the key
Because You won't see the day

All fear and shame
They knew my name
I was in bondage to every broken sin
All fear and shame
They knew my name
I was in bondage to every sin

And here I was lost
Bound to my cell
Past was calling
Burdened from hell
You took my place
Where nailed wrists bled
And the thorns that pierced
Where you died and bled
Taking my place

Breathing softly
As the casket closed
And iron maiden
To close me into binds
No escape
No closure
No escaping the exposure of this sting
Untill you came
And took the death belonging to me

And here I was lost
Bound to my cell
Past was calling
Burdened from hell
You took my place
Where nailed wrists bled
And the thorns that pierced
Where you died and bled
Taking my place

And here I was lost
Bound to my cell
Past was calling
Burdened from hell
You took my place
Where nailed wrists bled
And the thorns that pierced
Where you died and bled
Taking my place

Take this life and all its pain
Blessed Are you Slain
Blessed Is The Slain
Blessed, beloved return again

2 Corinthians 5:21
#love   #suicide   #broken   #freedom   #death   #grace   #prison   #mercy   #bondage   #rescue  

Walking in the forest was I
when I heard a plaintiff cry
begging me to give her aid
a desperate and 'prisoned maid.

Locked up in a tower was she
all alone with her misery.
“I'll let my long hair down for thee
to climb up here and rescue me”.

I thought this was a little unwise,
a wicked glint crossed my eyes,
a knowing smile, and feeling smug,
I gave her hair a hefty tug.

Down she fell into my arms,
muttering curses, gushing charms.
Over and over we tumbled for fun
rolling about in the midday sun.

I had noticed the rip in her dress
so her thigh I did fondly caress.
Respond in kind she promptly felt,
loosening off my trouser belt.

And her father's lock on her chastity
was no match for my skeleton key.
Even though he'd chained the door
his daughter is a maiden no more.

© Pagan Paul (05/01/17)

If you go down in the woods today..... ;-)
Dec 11, 2016

Snowflakes are starring the frozen pond’s reflection
Juncos  slip,  slide  and  skate  away  
across a solacing winter wonderland
puffed  plumage shaking off the wintry  weight
as the snowbirds gather        
on the threshold of a beautiful  dream

She sits and stares out wistfully,
wild eyed as a young caged lioness          
    half frisky       ...       half uncertain
... twice giddy with a wholly unknown joy,
without a care in the world            
oh! what nascent little sparkly green eyes do tell

savoring the input ...    
from the newness of heightened senses
enthralled by Lilith’s magically woven
frozen  gossamer  spell    

And I’m overwhelmed
by a swelling rogue feeling;
stirring an echoing void deep within
like being silently buried alive  
by an enrapturing impossible dream,
from arm's length,    
just a frozen step away  

Beheld in an unsatiated yearning
to teach of tasty snowflakes reincarnation
Frosty the Snowman is waiting patiently
and the forgotten inner-child's dreams,
memories of happy birth days past,..
feeling deeply                
grandma’s  softly spoken breath
in my heart and on nape of neck:   
"its too cold outside for angels to fly!"

Wishes upon frozen stardust
to    blissfully   discover    
a playful  festive  enchantment;

an old soul and a shaggy puppy’s
spontaneous shimmer and glee  

Serendipitous snowflakes pile up
like a blanketing befallen silence
with  a  newly  begotten  peace

knowing intimately,        
if we are lost we are lost together

by just being in the harmony of now

Puppy's first snowflakes ... and i,
and the leaves come falling down

...on this day I am the rescued and healing

"to start with the ending : is the best way to begin"

the last time it snowed on my birthday i was 5 ... harlon rivers ... December 5th, 2016

the light inside the dark
the soft inside the hard
the love inside a grateful heart

being a protector of precious paws
is something to be―

"If I be your will" to be remembered
for others to know and understand
a deep love, love strong
that abides passionately within,
not the traces of misunderstood darkness that stain life
in unplanned & incomprehensible ways;
life isn't always as we would choose,
yet if there were a choice,
I would still shamelessly choose

... to do it all over again
the passing of love, dusty puppy's first snowflakes ... and i, 
 will be ♡

... thank you for your patience hp

~ peace ~

I Will Remember You [Sarah McLachlan//LYRICS] dedicated to..

Bethany G Blicq
Dec 3, 2016


you cannot save someone
from them self…

you should try,

and keep trying
at every chance,

just in case
you can.

I will never give up.

Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Ronald J Chapman
Ronald J Chapman
Oct 11, 2016

Lost in a sea of darkness,
Like, a fiery star crossing my path,
You shine on me rescuing my Soul,

Glancing at you!
Rising above my sea wall Far to the East,
Like, a bright morning sun,

You warm my heart,
Dry my lonely tears
Of morning dew.

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

[MV] LYN _ Only one day Mask OST Part.1)
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Kewayne Wadley
Kewayne Wadley
Oct 3, 2016

I had no idea I needed this
Diving in head first; washing upon the shore
Realizing that my heart was not my own.
Stranger things have happened
Reaching out, no longer complicating the accordance of simplicity;
The fear of swimming not truly knowing current
The tension of facing the unknown
Instead choosing to drown in widened explanation
Delicate notions residing in the eyes of a stranger whom feels they've known you forever
A perk of being rescued;
Frowned face in constant wonderment
The altitude of widespread comfort easing tense muscle movements
Crashing down losing consciousness.
Washing upon the shore
Realizing that in reality  we never sunk
Then again,
Stranger things have happened

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