Lorrie S. bought this poem to celebrate her dog Zadie on 12/18. She loves it and I love it – and we both believe that Zadie loves it.
God’s favorite dog
Elegant, graceful, gracious, grounded
A dog who knows her roots
Knows that she has experienced life
From many perspectives
These other lives peek out
She winks at us
“I am more than you see
Even if you are very perceptive
Very respecting and appreciative of dogkind
Still I am more than you see.”
Yes it’s true that
Barring a major infraction
The general direction of spiritual evolution
Is ever up
Ever more sophisticated
“I have been a human person
Now I am a very evolved dog.”
“I love my Lorrie
She is so good to me
She has no idea
How inadequate was my treatment before her
How disrespectful of who I really am
I never had reflected back to me
The integrity and wisdom and beauty of my soul
You are giving me all of this
And I am remembering who I am.”
“I’m God’s favorite dog
Or so I feel, on a good day
And, based on how she treats me
That’s what my person thinks too.”
Write Me a Poem gift certificates are great for lovers of poetry, for friends or family with a special creative or artsy streak, for people who are hard to find a gift for – or just for that last minute gift or stocking stuffer.
GIFT CERTIFICATE: One “Poetry on Demand” customized poem from Write Me a Poem! by Majo John Madden, Ph.D.
Here’s how it works – or actually two ways it can work:
- You buy the poem, tell me the topic (“my sister Louise”, “my brother’s dog woofy” – whoever) and a couple words, sentences or paragraphs about that person, dog (whatever, but I do specialize in dog poems). I write the poem and send it to you through some medium – or meet up with you and give you a hard copy (or mail it, if time is on your side).
- You send/give the gift certificate to the receiver. They get together with me – in person, by Skype or email, whatever – and tell me what they would like the poem to be about, and I write it for them. Then I read it to them and follow up by emailing it to them.
The cost is whatever amount over $10 feels right to you – something that reflects the value of the poem for you. Keep in mind that these poems regularly make people cry and can significantly shift how they think about something in their lives – or how they think/feel about themselves! So far this holiday season, the rate people have paid me has ranged from $10 to $60 (for his troubled grandniece – he just knew it was going to be helpful to her).
Call or text (828-582-9822) or email (email@example.com), Facebook (heymajo) me – or catch me at church or something – if you are interested or have questions.
This poem-on-demand was written for Richard, who asked for a poem on the topic of “Love”.
Radiating out in all directions
And piercing me
Entering me through every cell and pore in my body
And emanating out through all those same cells and pores
Love is so much bigger than a poem
But can be pointed to
If we can find a way to point in all directions at once.
Love is everywhere
And is ineffable
You can’t touch it, can’t feel it
Except through that oh-so-subtle
That knows that love is present
Tears can be the proof
That we are feeling its radiation into us
And/or out from us
It will never stop
Love will carry us forward|
And, finally, carry us across
To that next playground of love
About which we may know nothing
Except that it is there
It is real
Because love never dies.
(Write me a poem! customer Lisa for her 91 year-old mother.)
The artistic sentiment runs deep in you. You are creative to your bones . and you inspire creativity in me. That’s part of why i’m an inspired runner.
And you are youthful – you never age You make me confident that I will stay youthful for a long long time. I will run into my 70’s and beyond,.
We are a great team you and me. We bring out the best in each other. By nature you are quintessentially gentle, but I bring out your fiery spirit. I have some tendency to be impatient, but you bring out my sweetness.
We are not done with each other yet.
So what shall we do together in the many years we have left? Our work in this time is peace and trust. Trust that we have done enough, well enough – even me at my young age. Trust in what lies ahead – that it is all to our good.
And the peace that comes with knowing that we are good. We can reflect this back to each other on a continual basis, even when by chance we should ever get irritated with each other.
“You are good.” “You are good.” And so we are.
This poem was written for Sharon, a Write Me a Poem! customer, on 11/20.
If she could ride in on a white horse, she would
Super Kacie on the case!
She is not an ordinary dog
She is so full of spunk
She came from nowhere
Nothing in her genes prepared anybody for this dog
She has jumped ahead in the evolutionary chain
She is a handful
Sometimes she does not know her place in this family
She is the dog – she is supposed to mind
“Mind?!” she says
“Yes I mind
“I mind being relegated to a second class in this family
“I’m a first class dog and I’m going to travel first class
“I’m a full partner in this family.”
She violates our expectations of the role of a dog
And sometimes gets us confused
She is so young – and yet so big
A big presence, a big personality
What does it mean to be a dog?
She is so smart, so sophisticated
So personally strong
So full of herself
She is somewhere between a dog and a person
Or maybe we just have to clean the slate
Update our files
And admit that “dog” is sometimes
Something much bigger than we ever knew.
Mostly relevant still, except
1) events on the world stage – and especially in our beloved country – are even more heinous than in 2015
2) I had shots of artificial cartilage that totally fixed my knee
3) my bipolar cycles are unabated, but now more like three weeks up and three weeks down. Still painful and chaotic, but a bit more manageable than those more rapid cycles before.
Happy Thanksgiving 2018!
There are a lot of things that I’m not grateful for.
I’m not grateful for all the terrible things going on on the world stage
Although that makes me even more grateful for my life
And it makes me think about and care about
People in the world who I might never have thought about otherwise
Well I’m not grateful for the knee replacement they say I need.
It does make me even more appreciate some of the things I right now can’t do
Like Tae Kwon Do
And it’s making me think about what other kinds of work I might want to do.
That would not have me on my feet for eight hours in a shift
Well I’m not grateful for Lucille calling it off after 15 dates
Except that it’s got me appreciating her even more
And it’s big progress for me to have 15 dates with anybody
And we still see each other and there still seems to be a lot of chemistry
I’m not grateful for bipolar disorder
Every seven to ten days
Throwing me into the dark and cold
Where I can hold on to nothing
That the day before I loved
About myself and about life.
But my new meds seem to be helping some
And I am clearer all the time
That reaching out to my brothers and sisters
With this terrible disease
And writing and teaching about it
For those who love us or have to deal with us
Is my life’s work.
I’m not grateful about not seeing you people very often
Except it does make me appreciate you even more
And I’m actually probably as busy as you are – or more when I’m up
Busy and unavailable when I’m up
Flat on the floor and unavailable when I’m down
OK, us not seeing each other is not all your doing
And, in the here and now, here we are
So, I’m not grateful for er-r-r uh, a lot of things
I’m kind of good at not being grateful
So I have to learn how to love
All the players on the world stage
Even those who are doing heinous things
I’ve got to love my knee doctor and Lucille
And you people
And myself when I’m not being grateful
I’ve got to love myself no matter what
Gratitude will come in spurts
I will learn it over the whole course of my life
And I guess I can be grateful
That we have a day like now
A season like now
That encourages us to go to that place
So I’m going to be grateful for this present moment
Radiating out as best I can
In all directions
I’ll do it the best I can, for as long as I can
And ask some benevolent spirit
To give me a heads-up
When I return to whining.