tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530095866121108904.post82647816485808445..comments2023-10-21T18:20:40.064+01:00Comments on Real Poems: God’s AngerJohn Lavanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07782664924169570072noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530095866121108904.post-73151972961603182452014-05-31T17:28:53.963+01:002014-05-31T17:28:53.963+01:00Wow. This is a sad one. I have seen similar trea...Wow. This is a sad one. I have seen similar treatment of dogs, and it never fails to upset me. If this is based on a real childhood event, then at least the past is not doomed to be repeated through the generations. You wrote about it. Maybe the trauma will leave, if is hasn't already.Galiahttp://paranoidpoet.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530095866121108904.post-26549068952521545372013-07-28T20:49:35.930+01:002013-07-28T20:49:35.930+01:00What a stunning and sad poem. I love it, even tho...What a stunning and sad poem. I love it, even though it makes my heart hurt.AnnMariehttp://www.twitter.com/annmariehurtadonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530095866121108904.post-64556493368039343422013-07-24T02:39:23.587+01:002013-07-24T02:39:23.587+01:00So sorry you had to see that. I don't understa...So sorry you had to see that. I don't understand why some people love dogs and others think they deserve to be tortured. Love your poems. Intangible Heartshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05047040538015079182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530095866121108904.post-46051182565621845032013-07-22T23:59:20.961+01:002013-07-22T23:59:20.961+01:00Sad, But sounds like my Father. Always had to be i...Sad, But sounds like my Father. Always had to be in control and nothing less.. rest assure they don't always come back wagging their tail, Ours would crawl on their belly to him when he called for fear....JDAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530095866121108904.post-26279568227657300842013-07-20T12:03:05.856+01:002013-07-20T12:03:05.856+01:00Powerful. Etched like acid on your tiny brain. The...Powerful. Etched like acid on your tiny brain. The same one you have. You took the right path. Your Dad was f#d up. Sorry you had to grow up so fast. mary ps. your dad learned to do that from someone.mTravelogue for the Universehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01127086480471321349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530095866121108904.post-11679268597792266322013-07-19T22:36:13.430+01:002013-07-19T22:36:13.430+01:00:( I know some people with a rescue dog that proba...:( I know some people with a rescue dog that probably endured that same kind of treatment. It's a sad, listless dog and it will probably take years of kindness to make it less scared of everything. Animals don't understand why people are hurting them, or what they did wrong, so no real "training" happens. And in the poem, if the kid saw that, he'd probably want to help the dog but be afraid that a) the violence might be turned on him, or b) that he should "honor his father and mother" as per his religious beliefs.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15725049899131699912noreply@blogger.com