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  Grrrr!  Rwoof! 🐕 Grrrr!  Rwoof! It had a fierce wild furry head  fang teeth razor sharp. lips blood red yet his scared lips seem to smile I do believe it after a little while It did not growl or bark did not seem to want to bite so I smiled back at that face its eyes seem to fill with delight from its throat there came a sound a little rumble I swear I heard seemed to accompany a smile somehow like a singing bird the shine beaming from that face had me reaching out as if to pet it bowed its head with grace it seemed a goodly answer indeed did I get And bless his fuzzy dirty fur coat I took him for a bathtub swim and shined him up, for it was a boy I felt so happy, for me, for him that clean mutt joined our happy home and made it even richer and good fun ‘specially when you throw out that ball and watched him happily run run run! Always look for kindness dear friends and it will find you so very true  that the earth indeed lights up below a sky, moonlit night ...

  For Father Harris ✠ A priest I once knew Belonged to that religion That kept hope posthumous Glory to come at death With the son of a virgin Impregnated by the spirit Of father god who he united One in three, indeed was he Harris knew beyond the ugly There was the sustainable good A liveable World that cared For one another, all colors, ideas Seen with the joy of beautiful sight Hope was present always Not a reward for living the law But for each one, joyously alive Hatched into the nest of home And heart daily, with care Not posthumously given As reward for a prayer A life lived in building together Structures of health and strength For loving today was all that made sense With a god who cared daily Or afterlife, death is a fragment Of guessing of power to control Where maybe become seedlings for life You shall blossom as wholly human for all 🎕 ©james m. frase-white 8 Sept 2025 from a 2023 poem In Memory of Rev. Harris Collingwood, Church of the Advent, Boston

  Vacation in Bed at Dartmouth With a bewildered lips smiled in confusion not knowing what the ambulance was after To spread the malice of fear or hope of laughter All the new dance steps turned to disaster Being pushed outside the strength so bold Walking had lost ability to stand & endure Shine had fallen off the sliver of pure gold Puzzlement had disbursed the sweet allure Riding in the black of night so deep That his supine body was not discreet He could not tell this familiar trail blasting bright cabin d arkness downed the sail Off the zooming hearse took a new route incandescence filled the mobile opening door the stretcher bed carried me up and down from bottom, up the elevator to the 4 th floor past murals of Shakers dancing like ponies or cutting down the trees for flame and frame to start a new world, a holy order with funny name and here their good deeds proved their claim (Written...

  Home to Health Hooray!  Released at last gauze removed unbled, arms marked with spots of blue deep with red, a purple melting hope breathing somewhat normally, as can do so joyful to be out of that bed pillows seemed like torture sacks bedside push buttons called for help returning such simple pleasant packs of hope that the air/ailments end and I'd be on the mend again so finally came the day I was physician   telling mine my home was my friend Now it was the drug I needed most my beloved Chuck and dog Jasper would together set me free again their healthy love, heaven not disaster that indeed would bring love & laughter! Monday 25 August, "Waking up, breathing Free" © James M. Frase-White

  𝄞 🌻 Music Garden 𝄤 ❁ In his mind notes did dance roamed wildly up/down side to side of undetermined voice and flow in some corners, waiting, some did hide What was that melody coming next a random tune, just one more? Like walking in a variety of themes of those canned music shops and stores Seems that so many places seem to think hospital rings out the local pop play station something that you no longer need for the romantic rock and rolls are making So rare to hear music for adults that covers love in universal birdsom melodious opening your heart and mind to open in color like flower blossoms the sounds you hear may be taunt or free Julie, Placido, from movie or record round that has doused your head with many songs a chain of melodies, folk to classic bounds Music flowers in life loving legend laughter, joy dancing in your cranium may become that garden field clematis, Lilly, daisy, rose or geranium Enjoy the music bounci...

  His Naughty Grandma Billy’s Grandma was labeled a nasty bitch many folks indeed branded her I do recall thought of her in an ugly sharp knife way mama maybe too, who never cussed at all But let me tell you the whole truth for when I got to know her well my sweet I found that her problem was her honesty her tinkling humor did not miss a beat She would tell folks out of step with life stabbed their emotive cruel uncivil strife often it was racist kissed with high holiness as other humans they would undress Unclothe humanity as if were a dress continuing that Jim Crow ugliness kept folks of color in servile grace beneath the throne of their supreme place Oh, yes, but Grandma got us to joke about the people whom so spoke realizing they were like a two-faced squirrel eating nut thoughts that make truth whirl Turning races to negativity was wrong she said unlike the lovely quilts and clothes she sewed saw the world in dazzling color, beautiful ...