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I am from an Arab country, but I follow a little bit whatâs going on around the world. I have a blog with a number of visitors from the five continents. I write about religion, among other things. I also write fiction and poetry in English and French.
Best wishes
My blog :
Heart Flowers
Below are samples of my writings. Hope youâll like them.
dooooooooooooooog.com
On his blog my dog
Writes about animal rights:
We animals, says my dog,
Should be safe from rain, heat or fog;
We should be well-fed with the best milk and the best bread;
We should work no more than we were made for:
Itâs not because a donkey doesnât complain
That he doesnât feel the pain;
Nay, even a donkey can be weak:
So let him work no more than thirty-five hours a week,
And for extra hours give him showers of praise
And showers of food, not showers of blows wherever he goes !
A camel, too, cannot always do
Whatever man wants him to do.
Camels should not be used as «animal shields»
To clear humansâ minefields,
And for the crazy efforts they make
They shouldnât be fed with pieces of cake
But with the best that the best land yields.
If a dogâs master goes biking in the morning,
Then the master must not ride faster
Than the dog, or else weâll name and shame him on the blog!
There should be no less than a bitch
For every five dogs, if not one for each!
There should be no less than a coq
For every seven hens, or at least one for every ten!
Itâs a great shock for thirty ewes
To wait their turn for a single ram
That is prone to spurn anyone with a lamb.
We animals have dignity, and itâs beneath manâs dignity
To make jokes and cartoons about us.
Donât we work for those folks who make jokes about us?
Is it because man doesnât respect human rights
That he wouldnât care about animal rights?
But, nay, I, Poetâs Dog, have created this blog to be the watchdog.
Welcome to dooooooooooooooog.com
Reviens, je tâattends !
Une main tendue, un cĆur fendu
Il ne reste plus
Que je sois pendu
Pour que tu sois heureuse !
Tu jettes mes fleurs
Tu veux que je pleure
Tu dis que je ne tâai pas plu.
Menteuse !
Je sais que chez toi
Rien nâest plus en vogue
Que mon skyblog
Que tu vois malgré toi !
Jure-le, si câest pas vrai !
Dis que tu le fais de plein gré !
Non, je ne suis pas fou :
Ton amie me dit tout !
Tu ne peux rien cacher.
NâempĂȘche que tu restes fĂąchĂ©e,
Fùchée malgré toi !
Je sais que tu penses Ă moi
Quand tu épluches les légumes
Je sais que tu penses Ă moi
Quand tu vois quelque chose
Comme mon costume.
Je sais que tu penses Ă moi
Quand tu entends mon nom
Je sais que tu penses Ă moi
MĂȘme si tu jures que non !
Je sais que tu es plus tendre que la laine
Je sais que tu ne fais que feindre la haine
Je sais que tu veux revenir
Je sais que tu veux devenir
La seule femme au monde pour moi.
Je sais que tu sais
Que je nâaime que toi !
(âŠ)
But who loves who? Apparently, neither the colour of the skin nor the physical beauty nor even the kindness of the heart or character seems to be a prerequisite for loving or being loved. The Beautiful can love the beast. So you canât say who is more likely to love who. For many people love is a wish, but most often it just happens by accident, and when it happens itâs too late for anyone to judge whether the belovedâs âqualitiesâ do match the loverâs secret criteria. Even beauty canât explain everything. In other words, everybody is potentially loveable. All nations have love stories and love songs. The question is therefore limited to the trigger: the precise moment when it all kicks off.
Whatever the criteria, what is perhaps crazy about love is that it can very often make you love somebody with all his/her physical or other defects. One can even love more than once in oneâs life.
If you think about it, itâs really mystical. Whatâs driving me towards you? Whatâs in me that makes me attracted to you personally? If you are beautiful, kind, whateverâŠ, youâre not the only one. So why you personally? Is it simply because I came across you in my school, my workplace, my neighborhood, my family, during my travelsâŠ? Why shouldnât other people love you like I do? Why shouldnât you love me too? Why should you refuse to marry me while you love me? Why did I love other persons before you and forgot all about them? Any answer to such questions can only be approximate. Love is not always pure. Itâs not always absolute. Itâs not always naĂŻve. But itâs there, itâs something real. Is it something normal? Or does it hide something? Couldnât it be a sign for something? Couldnât it be a message, an indirect message? Hey, look for the qualities in you: donât wait for your sweetheart to love you. You are loveable in your own right. If you are black, white people have loved black people. If you are handicapped, able-bodied people have loved handicapped people⊠if you donât have good looks, good-looking people have loved âbad-lookingâ people. Just do like a treasure hunter who keeps searching a specific place until he finds the treasure⊠But who is telling me this? Where could this indirect message be from? Is it self-coaching only? Or is it reality?
My blog :
Heart Flowers
I am from an Arab country, but I follow a little bit whatâs going on around the world. I have a blog with a number of visitors from the five continents. I write about religion, among other things. I also write fiction and poetry in English and French.
Best wishes
My blog :
Heart Flowers
Below are samples of my writings. Hope youâll like them.
dooooooooooooooog.com
On his blog my dog
Writes about animal rights:
We animals, says my dog,
Should be safe from rain, heat or fog;
We should be well-fed with the best milk and the best bread;
We should work no more than we were made for:
Itâs not because a donkey doesnât complain
That he doesnât feel the pain;
Nay, even a donkey can be weak:
So let him work no more than thirty-five hours a week,
And for extra hours give him showers of praise
And showers of food, not showers of blows wherever he goes !
A camel, too, cannot always do
Whatever man wants him to do.
Camels should not be used as «animal shields»
To clear humansâ minefields,
And for the crazy efforts they make
They shouldnât be fed with pieces of cake
But with the best that the best land yields.
If a dogâs master goes biking in the morning,
Then the master must not ride faster
Than the dog, or else weâll name and shame him on the blog!
There should be no less than a bitch
For every five dogs, if not one for each!
There should be no less than a coq
For every seven hens, or at least one for every ten!
Itâs a great shock for thirty ewes
To wait their turn for a single ram
That is prone to spurn anyone with a lamb.
We animals have dignity, and itâs beneath manâs dignity
To make jokes and cartoons about us.
Donât we work for those folks who make jokes about us?
Is it because man doesnât respect human rights
That he wouldnât care about animal rights?
But, nay, I, Poetâs Dog, have created this blog to be the watchdog.
Welcome to dooooooooooooooog.com
Reviens, je tâattends !
Une main tendue, un cĆur fendu
Il ne reste plus
Que je sois pendu
Pour que tu sois heureuse !
Tu jettes mes fleurs
Tu veux que je pleure
Tu dis que je ne tâai pas plu.
Menteuse !
Je sais que chez toi
Rien nâest plus en vogue
Que mon skyblog
Que tu vois malgré toi !
Jure-le, si câest pas vrai !
Dis que tu le fais de plein gré !
Non, je ne suis pas fou :
Ton amie me dit tout !
Tu ne peux rien cacher.
NâempĂȘche que tu restes fĂąchĂ©e,
Fùchée malgré toi !
Je sais que tu penses Ă moi
Quand tu épluches les légumes
Je sais que tu penses Ă moi
Quand tu vois quelque chose
Comme mon costume.
Je sais que tu penses Ă moi
Quand tu entends mon nom
Je sais que tu penses Ă moi
MĂȘme si tu jures que non !
Je sais que tu es plus tendre que la laine
Je sais que tu ne fais que feindre la haine
Je sais que tu veux revenir
Je sais que tu veux devenir
La seule femme au monde pour moi.
Je sais que tu sais
Que je nâaime que toi !
(âŠ)
But who loves who? Apparently, neither the colour of the skin nor the physical beauty nor even the kindness of the heart or character seems to be a prerequisite for loving or being loved. The Beautiful can love the beast. So you canât say who is more likely to love who. For many people love is a wish, but most often it just happens by accident, and when it happens itâs too late for anyone to judge whether the belovedâs âqualitiesâ do match the loverâs secret criteria. Even beauty canât explain everything. In other words, everybody is potentially loveable. All nations have love stories and love songs. The question is therefore limited to the trigger: the precise moment when it all kicks off.
Whatever the criteria, what is perhaps crazy about love is that it can very often make you love somebody with all his/her physical or other defects. One can even love more than once in oneâs life.
If you think about it, itâs really mystical. Whatâs driving me towards you? Whatâs in me that makes me attracted to you personally? If you are beautiful, kind, whateverâŠ, youâre not the only one. So why you personally? Is it simply because I came across you in my school, my workplace, my neighborhood, my family, during my travelsâŠ? Why shouldnât other people love you like I do? Why shouldnât you love me too? Why should you refuse to marry me while you love me? Why did I love other persons before you and forgot all about them? Any answer to such questions can only be approximate. Love is not always pure. Itâs not always absolute. Itâs not always naĂŻve. But itâs there, itâs something real. Is it something normal? Or does it hide something? Couldnât it be a sign for something? Couldnât it be a message, an indirect message? Hey, look for the qualities in you: donât wait for your sweetheart to love you. You are loveable in your own right. If you are black, white people have loved black people. If you are handicapped, able-bodied people have loved handicapped people⊠if you donât have good looks, good-looking people have loved âbad-lookingâ people. Just do like a treasure hunter who keeps searching a specific place until he finds the treasure⊠But who is telling me this? Where could this indirect message be from? Is it self-coaching only? Or is it reality?
My blog :
Heart Flowers
