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 Feb 2019 Philipa James
Sjr1000
Goodnight Moe
It was good to know you,
found you in the rickety Virginia City
wooden shelter
alone, staring sadly out at the world
so small,
I guess you could call it a rescue.

Once the puppy stacking wild mustang poops on the front deck
Running wild with the coyotes
You always were a scrapper
When eye contact made,
Your half hour battle with Bingo on a frozen Nevada night
Slipping  on the snow and ice.

The night you walked by my side
When the blizzard came
Keeping me from falling down that hill
when I was sliding, how'd you know?
Goodbye Moe
It was good to know you.

Waking us up with the first light of dawn
Sticking your nose
Into my tears
Licking away my sorrows
Curled at our feet on a cold winter night
Chasing  the cougar
Up the Tamarack tree
When the wild purple onions were blooming
You always had that faster second speed.
Now your legs can hardly hold you
And when the puppy came
You were big daddy
Patient and teaching a young one how to be
As you taught me
Goodbye Moe it was good to know you.

Well, now that puppy is probably
Going to outlive me, outlive you,
And now that the volume of your hearing has been turned down
The thunder and July 4th no longer send you panting
You were always to big to be a lap dog.
Now silence is all you know

Far away from those Virginia City
Mountain days
Everything changes
Everything passes
Time spins around
Our days and our nights.

Now hobbling along Dry Lagoon
Where the big waves curl
You stand bewildered and confused
But when you see me you know which direction to go.

The night is coming
We know that
Better head on home

Goodnight Moe it was good to know you.
Seymour "Moe" Butts, a red tip Australian Shepherd, 16 years old, is still with us, but his days are counting down
We were one
In a million pieces
Scattered on the floor

Before time shattered
The door

Our love
Was infinite
Or so it seemed

Now my heart is broken
And I don't know what
That means

You're still
Here
I speak few words but my soul wont stop shouting
Never ending emotions that my mind keeps on doubting
I can imagine feelings and express them when I write
But when I come to showing them you wont see an emotion in site
Is something wrong or am I broken
This is my cry for help but don't ask me or no word will be spoken
You were never
Mine to lose
But I lost you
All the same

Would I craft
A thousand lines
Were it not
In your name?


Time will heal -
So you say
Distance will
**** these feelings

Should I try
And resent you?
I just cannot
Find a reason


Now my weeks
Are bleak
from the drink
And the damnation

Intoxicated
I stumble on
A path of
Self-destruction


A poet's love
Will not be
Extinguished
So easily

Not until
I'm playing
In my own
Greek Tragedy
 Feb 2019 Philipa James
Justin
Be it autumn summer spring,
wind or rain or birds in sing,
there is just one simple thing,
that puts my mind at ease.

When I feel my smile dying,
Before the numb and bouts of crying
I go out with hopes of spying,
Lamplight on the leaves.
There is  a lamp on my walk to school that is surrounded by leaves that never fall off the tree. When I walk home at night it is a beautiful halo of light that never fails to lift my spirits.
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