What Makes My Place My Home

What Makes My Place My Home

The floors squeaks, the door is cracked,

the windows are slightly ajar,

To me, my place look quite unique,

When I look at it from a far.

There is four walls as you can see,

that protect me from the rain, wind, and cold,

Because my place is relatively new
I don’t think it has any mold.

Now I have told you about my place,
I will tell you what makes my place my home.

My place  is more than just a building,
It’s a home  where I feel safe,

As safe as I can be,

To hang out  on my own,

Or to have a meal

with my  friends and family,

My place is part of  a group of buildings,

Within a community,

Where I  can do some gardening with my friends,

or go fishing,

Or even take photos of wild animals,

playing in the trees.

What makes my place my home,
Is much more than you can see,
What makes my place my home,

Is that  I can let my guard down to relax
without fear of being hurt or scared. .
I am  finally free to be me.

Altered Christmas carols

Altered version of Frosty The Snow Man

Frosty the snowman, was a careless heart less soul,
with a million dollar cigar, and a carrot nose, and 2 eyes made of coal.
Frosty the snowman was alive as he can be…
Yet no one knew he was alive today when the dogs went out to pee.


Altered version of Jingle Bells

Dashing through the snow,
In an ugly broken sleigh,
Over the field we go,
Crying all the way,
We have no presents to give,
On this terrible Christmas day,
We phoned the premier up,
And asked for better pay.

* Please note this fictional story is still considered by me to be a work in progress.

Monster Soup

Add 5 toe nailes to one cup of boiling mud broth then add 5 rotten smelly fungus plants and 7 cups of pigs blood. Stir it for 15 minutes then let it simmer in your cauldron. You will know it's done when the stench of the soup fills the air. Your fellow monsters will automatically come as the smell travels up towards their caves. As they come towards the cauldron of monster soup give them a bucket and a laddle so that they can feed themselves as you sit back gulping down some of your monster soup watching their facial expressions as they eat their very first huge home made monster meal and enjoy being in the moment with your monster friends. 

An Inaccessible City

An Inaccessible city is like an island - there is no chance to travel anywhere,
It’s like being stuck with a mobility disability on top of a staircase  or escalator at Sunnyside  or Victoria Park Station surrounded by people who do nothing except push and stare.

An inaccessible city is like a city without justice,
That seems scary, unfair, and cruel
Because none of us would have the opportunity to be educated at any of our local schools.

An inaccessible city is isolating, depressing, and stale.
No chance to get out of poverty, to see friends, or go to our doctors appointments.
Instead it would be like living inside a jail.

An inaccessible city isn’t where we want to be,
We want the opportunity to travel safely on time to places
So we could work,  go to our doctors appointments, see family and friends,
In other words we want the opportunity to be free.
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To learn how you can celebrate our right to have safe, affordable, and accessible transportation please click here.

What Love Means To Me...

What love means to me..

It means I am finally OK just to laugh, relax, and be myself.

It means that other people in my life finally accept me just for being me.

What love means to me..

It's the right to educated about myself and about having a relationship with others 

So I know how to stay safe and healthy,

Not feeling hurt, ashamed and ill while hiding behind a tree. 

What love means to me..

It means I can chose whomever I want to believe in,

Thus finally feel that I am actually allowed to finally be free.

I Am Free At Last From My Past!

By Mary Salvani


I am free at last from my past,
As free as I can be,
I run around in the park and yard,
Sniffing every tree. 


I am free at last from my past,
As free as I can be,
I play around with humans and hounds,
Not afraid to be me.


I am free at last from my past,
As free as I can be,
I eat my treats in the kitchen knowing,
The reason I am free...is because I got an owner,
who just happens to love me.

please note this poem is dedicated to my rescued dogs (both current and past)- they taught me (and continue to teach me) about unconditional love. I hope more dogs get adopted so that they can share their love with their new owners.  
Some dog rescue organizations in  Calgary include the Calgary Humane Society and City of Calgary Animal Services- if you want a dog and your from Calgary feel free to check those to websites out! They got lots of dogs ready for adoption.   If you would like to look into adopting a dog from another rescue group/ shelter please search for the group on Google Canada's website.

Creditors...

They lend you credit then take your money,
Sometimes they try to even call you honey,
But when you fail to pay off your debt,
I'll make you one very certain bet,
They'll never leave you or your family alone,
whether you are here on earth or even...
Up in heaven..like a dog looking for his favorite bone.


They are rodents as you can see,
Who got small brains that are the size of a pea.
Your family members are now praying,
That they suddenly smarten up and gain a heart,
so they can start to realize and care,
that you can no longer pay them.
Because you are no longer alive to pay those
stupid farts.