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Details | Couplet | |

The Dog Days of Summer

We let down the top to soak in the sun
Now that the harshness of winter is done

As you let back the seat and put your feet on the dash
Saying, “keep your eyes on the road I don’t want to crash”

I truly must admit that I’m torn completely in two 
The coast has its beauty, then again so do you

As the beauty of the Sun is absorbed by your skin
Like a kid at the candy store I simply want to dig in

If life is a candy store sweetheart you are the treat
All the other candy I tasted, never tasted so sweet

The reason I love summer is because of the heat
The skimpier the bikini, the greater the treat 

I can’t begin to express how wonderful you are
Saying, “hey take a look at her I’ll steer the car”

At first I truly had no idea what I should say?
Though now it’s, “ok sweetheart, have it your way”

I think that is because you know these words are true
I may take look at her but I shall forever belong to you

Summer is a time that is as bright as the sun
Out goes the cold as it’s replaced by the fun

We have our barbecues and sit under the stars
Let down the tops and go for rides in our cars

Go tend to our gardens in farmer John clothes
Truly amazed at how fast everything grows

Go hang out at the river as well as the lake
Cover ourselves in oil than let our skin bake

Embrace the moments because these words are true
The days last much longer and the sky is so blue

The dog days of summer I reckon that’s so
We bark and howl at folk we don’t even know

If life is banquet then summer is the feast
I think we should gobble it up, to say the least

Written for john's Summer contest.

Copyright © Michael Jordan

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The Doggone Dog Contest


Call me whatever to suit your moods
Lay me out with cuss words, “give me the goods”

Scandalize my name every place you go
“It’s a dog eat dog world” but I hate that flow

So scatter your venom to the four winds of earth 
Burn the night oil you may hang in dirt

While hours creep I lie comfortable in my bed
Dead to this world, I fall asleep, well fed

Like a kid after a long, hot day in the pool
In “the dog days of summer”, keeping cool

Each day with a clean heart, I go on my way
Often, “happy as a flea in a dog house”, I stay!

My preference sometimes is to “let sleeping dogs lie”
As this is one baggage, I will not carry ‘til I die

No lasting affect do your words have on me
Wishing you and yours only the best, you see

I know who I am, and keep malice at bay
Fervently I believe that “ every dog has its day”

Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick

Details | Free verse | |

Down the Urban Trail

The air is crisp, cold weather
that you can sink your teeth into.
It's midwinter with a brief break
between rainy weather fronts.

My fat limping dog and I have
got to get out of the house and
find some wildness.
He lets me know of his happiness
and I ignore his comment about hypocrites
as I put his leash on and
he drags me down the trail.

"How will we ever find wildness
under these conditions?"
he barks at me.
"Maybe this time boss?
Maybe this time you will let go?"

We walk down the trail by
the storm swollen stream and
hear the same question posed in the air.
The storm stream tries hard to break free
and wreck havoc, but,
the well engineered cement banks
give it nothing to grab hold of and it
careens on past to the sea, harmlessly.
The river's only hope to spread wildness
is another storm to raise its banks.
The grass above the banks is all of a kind,
easily mowed, and no threat to the asphalt 
path we walk.

There is some hope of wildness
in the windblown debris
left over from the storm.
Perhaps seeds of a hardier folk
will move in among the grasses and
the perfect line of trees
that border the trail.

Such strangers will have to hide
and take cover before the caretakers 
of the trail arrive tomorrow.
They will efficiently find all wildness
from the storm and make sure that
it is all discarded and hauled to the dump.

Perhaps I am looking for nature
in all the wrong places.
Here it has been collared and leashed
and rendered docile.
Still it fights back.
My hopeful dog directs my attention to the stream
and points to an otter that sinks when I look.
"Maybe this time, boss?" he implores.
Overhead, three noisy geese, free as you please,
as insolent as if they were twenty,
announce their imminent landing
at the county water control pond.
Not all of us are on a leash yet.

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos

Details | Limerick | |

Bow Pow

<                                    cakes and sausages on hot griddle
                                      uncle Leroy's dam dog just piddled
                                      slipped ~ slide across floor
                                      grabbed shotgun by front door
                                      now dam ole dog just plays an fiddle 

                            bow bow bow bow bow bow bow        bow ~ wow 
                            ow ow ow ow ow ow ow                       bow ~ ow 
                            with   tail    between     own  ~              legs 
                            now    dog    sings  ~    and  ~               brags
                            about cousin's daisies's  bad                 bow ~ pows

Entry For John Freeman's
Slapstick Limerick Contest
Gl All

Poor Ole Dog LOL

Copyright © Katherine Stella

Details | Narrative | |

life choices

the father sees a neighbor
screaming with child as she runs
out the front door to shelter
he hustles his own to shelter
and turns to see other neighbors
with their two dogs come running behind

the shelter's too small to hold everyone,
the father says climb in but we can't fit the dogs 
the neighbors hesitate - then pull the dogs
back to their house as father shuts shelter door

in a few seconds jets and trains and 
bombs overhead shiver into steel and 
time stops or stretches to infinity
as flotsam shoots through cracks

father opens shelter door sure he will 
witness haunting fears he knows
and runs to the pile that was 
minutes ago, the neighbors house

throwing pieces of piles aside
he digs to the small space that 
two hundred and ten miles per hour
had enclosed to free friends and dogs

both men shudder at their fortunes
the father, immensely glad to not 
have to bear witness and grief,
the owner, who couldn't 
do that to his beloved dogs

© Goode Guy 2013-12-26

Copyright © Goode Guy

Details | Rhyme | |

Life's Difficult Situations

Life can bring many difficult situations!
Often, there’s really no explanation!

No matter how smart or how wise,
Things can take us totally by surprise!

We can often find our life off course.
Many times, being driven by a “dark force.”

I know that it’s hard to know what to do.
Especially with what you
 may be going through!

I can’t think of all the right words to say…
To help you make it through another day!

But there’s someone, I can ask you to turn to!
He loves and is most concerned about you!

His name is Jesus!  The almighty God is he!
He’s committed to you now!  And for eternity!

He’s the one that you can trust and lean on!
And is someone that you can
 certainly depend on!

Won’t you give him an opportunity to help you?
He reaches out his hand!  Because he loves you!

He is the source with an eternal heavenly treasure!
He can completely fill you! 
 Beyond measure!

The decision is yours!  A choice to be made!
There’s nothing for Jesus what’s worth the “trade!”

He’s everything that any of us can ever think of!
And can do more for you!  Than you ever dreamed of!

He’s the alpha and omega!  The beginning and the end!
Won’t you allow him to be your
 savior and friend???

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

Details | ABC | |

Young Black Man

The everyday struggle of a young black man
Just the thought of being broke
Trying to get him to understand
If you don't work You don't eat
But these young black men in today's generation
have their own understandin about this dog eat dog world
And what it's like to survive in the streets

On the block with the nicks and the dimes
Like a 9 to 5
Saying they just trying to make ends meet
But when those ends don't meet
Than their mindset change 
And turn to plan B
Now they scoping out the next man neighborhood
Than head back to the house just to plot a B&E
Hoping they don't get caught

But when they get caught
They sit alone in a cell
Looking at their reflection
as If they were looking at their own worst enemy
But nobody din't get you there but yourself
Young Black Man
You have to ask if need a little help
Young Black Man
Now you having dreams 
Anticipating your freedom in that outside land

But when you get outside
You head back to the block to the trap house
To grab your fie and a pound 
And head back out on the block
Talking bout you putting in overtime
Young Black Man

So it's no more 9 to 5
Now it's sunrise to sunrise
but when will you look over your life 
And finally realize you could have did something better
Now you have a child on the way
Do you think they care if you work at mc D's , BK
Or sold water off the side of the palmetto
Just to get a buck
Young Black Man

You can be an entrepreneauer
Set forth and learn something new bruh
Instead of being subjected to the streets
And next thing we know we lose ya
Now you got your family and friends
Heading to the Flea
To get that R.I.P. placed upon theor black Tee
Forced to think about the old days and loved memories
Cause you see

"Back in the days 
I was young and afraid
Like I was lost in a maze 
A creature trapped in a cage
And I just wanna be free

So Its time we make a change...

Copyright © channing Lewis

Details | Free verse | |


Life is this intangible thing,
an enigma and a contradiction;
at once so real, visceral,
and so ephemeral, ethereal.
It's like the difference between day and night;
during the day, things happen –
to you and to others, cause and effect,
gripping happenstance;
we react to these stimuli, and action results,
changing forever your life, whether big or small.
But at night, you rest, restore, reminisce, and soothe –
a stretch, expanse of enchantment
where time slips through your fingers too fast
and magic feels true in our hearts.
To say that life is all about stretching your legs,
petting a dog as it lies beside you
and together you watch the rain;
as you hear crickets chirping through the storm,
life always going on,
is laughably absurd.
And yet, on occasion, sometimes that's all that's really needed,
moments of quiet contemplation
of all that lies ahead and behind;
in this, I find peace.
Sometimes we just need a friend and a reprieve;
sometimes we must simply listen to the rain
and smile at the crickets.

Copyright © Andy Sprouse

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Deceptive Calm

Tonight I'll talk too much and try to and complicate my friends.
Distant conversations, eye contact only now and then.
I try and drown myself in futile disbelief,
Only to be washed ashore by truth here on my computer screen. 

The monsters hand held out, hung me by my own beliefs.
I held on tight, surviving by the skin of my teeth.
I raised my head up high and took a look into your eyes,
Searching for light I embarked into my own demise.

I gave you what you want in hopes that it was what you need
Tread the ground barefoot so all the blisters bleed.
The dog he's only learned to love and stay,
But he wants to get away, he needs to get away. 

Now you know I've found a place to hide,
Got to run somewhere, leave you, girl you know I've tried.
I'm stuck reviewing the memories of our yesterday,
But I want to get away, I need to get away. 

Walking the forest whispering to all silent trees.
I can feel the change, and relate to all falling leaves. 
The world bears down and my legs won't seem to stand,
'Guess I'm just arrogant, too stupid to see I've done all that I can. 

I gave you what you want in hopes that it was what you need
Tread the ground barefoot so all the blisters bleed.
The dog he's only learned to love and stay,
But he wants to get away, he needs to get away. 

Now you know I've found a place to hide,
Got to run somewhere, leave you, girl you know I've tried.
I'm stuck reviewing the memories of our yesterday,
But I want to get away, I need to get away.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

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Forsaking Hope

An Angel stalked my better-half through my mind
Questioning our flawless design

Angel: "What is a beast if you grant it introspection?"
Man: "It's still an animal, yet closer to imperfection."

"What is a dog with no will to live?"
"A dog with a will always has hope to give."

"But dogs cannot contemplate, they simply are."
"Yet humans can, is it an improvement or a scar?"

"Undying love is a gift you bear!"
"What good is it when it hurts to care?"

"That is the beauty of woman and man!"
"But what is it, what truth is there to understand?"

"That is for God to tell"
"If our questions go unheard, I'm glad we fell."

"You've only fallen if you fail to see."
"I don't see god, but I can feel the animal in me."

"You would deny your God given status?"
"If God made us so great, then why can't we kill the bestial urges inside us?"

"Some people dwell closer to sin."
"Yet none of us can handle the animal within."

"I cannot help you if you can't agree."
"Only if I agree you will set me free?"

"Only with the glory of God can we save you and your kind."
"You cannot help me, you are just within my mind."

With that the Angel fell dead
The man stared calmly toward nothing and shot himself in the head

Copyright © Christopher Stones

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Your short shaggy stumps 
That graze the ground
Of dead leaves and dirt
Your wet, black snout that smothers the soil with smell
Your empty eyes that dart from where your first patch of paw leads, 
And the last follows
Your contained existence
From here to there
And back again
What else have you?
This moment’s piss,
That last moment’s slumber
The thoughtless then and now dance you do
Without consideration for what the final performance may look like
And it looks like nothing
Except for all your futile nows
That you execute with reflexive precision
Your hind leg in the air
Your hollow pug face stare
Your undiscerning bladder flows 
On some beckoning bark
Then you trot off
In circles
Much like me,
Coming and pissing and leaving
From tree to tree 

Copyright © Simmy Lee

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"The Political Machine"

Free verse rhyme

The political machine, in America is very mean
My statements about it may be to some brash
But what I am about to say, is Love’s cash…….................................(Luke 16:11 true riches)
Biblically said, “upon this very thing, teeth will gnash”.................................(Matt. 24:45-51)

Some might even say the truck driver is ignorant or unlearned.......................(2 Cor. 11:6)
But Love from one’s heart, tells one, it’s time for education to learn
For my soul’s heart is God’s gold, and will never fold, on this I am sold
Presenting perfection the third level, which is Love’s bevel…. 

A dog eat dog `Tis our two party hog, hidden within THE carnal mind’s fog
Herein, lies the problem with a dog, eating a dog
When the devour is all said and done, you’ve still got a dog
Loves(sheep) in the world, please listen, come out of carnal mind fog..................(Rev. 18:4)

What must I do?  What shall I pursue?  Abate all your hate!..........................(1 John 2:8-10)
We hereby stand, at Love’s  third party gate!
Humanity precariously stands, on destiny, Love’s reality demands
Options will be presented,  decisions made, in earthen lands

For a Love light shaft from heaven shines within heart’s center
I see better very time my soul enters into it’s holy splendor
Heaven’s third level party is hate abated, and love situated
Strive to enter into this marriage, where soul and heart is mated!!

Merry Christmas! 12-15-09

Copyright © john freeman

Details | Free verse | |

Dog Park

Lemonade and not
Instant as we
Jumped off the
Peer that Summer, 

With swim trunks
I admired your
Boyhood and I wished
you all the best. 

Until the stage
Came and we acted
our way through

But that was our
Only choice, love. 

And the woods
Caused a dog bite
and we put it down. 

But that was our 
Only choice.

Copyright © Ian D. Campbell

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Man or Mouse or Dog or Cat

Man or Mouse,
                      or Dog or Cat

There’s something queer about my cat,
she’ll not chase mice… I smell a rat.
A cat that will not chase a mouse
should not be welcome in my house.

Not every dog will chase a cat,
though most of them will chase a rat.
A dog of course lives just to please,
and chew on bones, and scratch it’s fleas.

But cats, well they’re a different breed,
they please themselves in every deed.
They know exactly what they’re at,
we live for them, ‘cause they’re a cat.

But dogs chase cats and cats chase mice,
no, nature really isn’t nice.
But not my cat, she’s far too wise
to waste her time for such small prize.

I really shouldn’t keep a cat
who won’t chase mice from where they’re at.
But what the hell, when all is done,
to kill a mouse can’t be much fun.

My cat’s taught me a thing or to,
in doing things ‘she’ wants to do.
Not doing things that aren’t much fun
because that’s what is always done.

So dog or cat, or man or mouse,
let’s be the master of our house.
And furnish it with all we find
that gives us comfort in our mind. 

Ivor G Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies

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A Lost One

Lost one
Tossed one
Tossed to and fro
and here and there
Lost one
Desperate tears 
By a world of cares
So much fear, it tears
Down to the last fiber of being
With no one
or no thing,
To give some kind of remedy
So torn,
So broken,
Just as these words are spoken
Deep inside, choking
Choking down the emotions, hold it in
Because these might be the last emotions, he’ll ever have again
Within, starting to grow,
More and more numb
No one to show him some
The lost one,
Tossed one
Tossed, by the worldly system
In this dog eat dog world
Where everyone is expendable
The lost one,
I am
Soldiering, in search of peace
Up and down the streets
For whoever,
Can give me some relief
By any means is necessary
Whatever they may be
Be it God,
or be it guns
Whatever my choice may be,
It’s mine
I’ll own that
I’ve waited on you too long and,
The sun is setting
Now is the time
I’m tired of being lonely
Tired of being that lost boy
Waiting on you to find me, to hold me
Just hold it
Truth be told,
I just might be a lost cause
Just as a corpse-filled coffin,
Bracing a six-foot fall
I might be done
And if so,
Let that day come
Where mind and body’s at peace
No matter what race I’ve run
No matter what wrong I’ve done
Let it be known,
On my tombstone
I lived and died,
As just 
A lost one

Copyright © jordan brazell

Details | I do not know? | |

Panting Shadow

Dusty Staccato clouds chalked against a blackboard sky
interrupt the glow of a sunny white moon

as the silence of darkness clings to the crickets anthem -
ignoring the chorus of life that holds the stillness hostage.

And the panting shadow
beneath the lonely lamppost light

tugs always,
gently at my grip,
Ever eager,
to lead me anywhere -

but home.

Copyright © Del Grasso

Details | Rhyme | |

Your Victim

Ignore me all  you can leave me for hours to 
Break me slowley darlin.
So many lies how do you keep your stories straight.

And love they  say is blind.
Eternal is the passion.
It only takes a second to remind.

That morning you awoke beside me
I question from false promises had you 
already picked him.
The one for which i became your victim.

Do actions speak louder than your passion 
filled screams.
twisted are the thoughts of this jillted
lovers dreams.

Yet i found comfort  in this pain.
I dream o fhapiness togather.
Slowley the mind does go insane.

And in pain  as when we first met.
I wonder  do you think apon
thoose moments for which I cheerish.
With spiteful regret.

But like a dog beaten the love will
never die.
In nights spent in a drunken stuper
I so valiaintly  try.

Wishing only for your return.
Tears caress the pillow.
When will my foolish heart ever learn.

Happy was this old dog till you
carelessly  kicked him.
Yet still I thirst for just a taste .
Ever willing to be your victim     

Laugh If you 
will at this foolish heart.
As i love without regret.
Forever yours till from this life i so greatfully 
do depart.

Copyright © John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo

Details | I do not know? | |

The Family Pet

Run for cover or hide behind another lover
Your life was never your own just a dog after the master’s bone
Run in circles and chase your tail until you fall off the trail
And when the world gets dark and you’ve left the dog park
Become an animal, claw and bite in defense
Until you can jump the fence back to your family home
And follow the same routine all over again

Copyright © Evan Zeitler

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A drunken dog

I once worked at a place
where I slept between the beer crates,
and rode the elevator with it's sliding door,
to waste time until I could pull on my scarf and coat.

And walk to the bar with it's scent of spilled wine
and spoiled souls,
to sit on a stool and order my lunch of 
whiskey and nuts.

While the lost and the damned sat behind in the booths
making a pint last an afternoon,
and the barman's dog got drunk from the puddles
that lay dark on the floor.

I don't miss that time,
but I often think about that dog.

Copyright © danny oshea

Details | I do not know? | |

dog BALL

Me and my pal
Snoopy so cute
Frolicking in the park
He is licking my boot
This time of year,early Fall
Before the snow flies
We are both playing ball
Kissing the dew of park grass
As I roll over
he is wagging tongue on my ass
OH-the fun!!
An ancient smile from the old boy
Giving me the Treasure
Of a 5 yr old's joy
It is a Happy time that we can recall
Popcorn for 10 cents
While enjoying dog BALL

Copyright © benjamin grimm

Details | Free verse | |

Dog Trottin' My Song

Carryin’ a pad, walkin’ along
Rapped in mother’s east sun
The Elcalda’s bell dancin’ an incense memory
On a watery mirrored titillation

Mind paintin’ a peasant
Lime green on brown bench
A bag of burnt red

Lawn sprinkler pantin’
The beat
Over left shoulder

He sits
Center of three unknown brothers
In still homage to their caste

A rippling of children
Cascades to pool’s brim
Form clusters of clicks
Friends and paddy cake
Loners’ hangout

Make one line
Ebb away
Teachers command order
Gum swallowed
They dissolve in the mouth
Of a science center

Jog passin’ grandfather
Recordin’ the scene
(In thick Yiddish accent)
“Taking Inventory?”
Establishes a reason for being 

Copyright © JohnB Peterson

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Dog Dreams

Down here on the skin of the planet E
Desperately clutching at sanity
Despondent to thinking of never
Deciding to go on forever
Dreading each day spent alone
Doing the best that I can
Drinking the
Dregs of my coffee
Drying my cheek with my hand
Dribbling on
Dancing with
Donald the

Copyright © Donald Meikle