I do not know?
Money too much, children’s laughter;
Fall apart beneath the moonlight.
Make me cry tears of blood, ever after;
I think I want to die tonight.
Dog bite scar puts pain to skin;
Leave it out and let me in.
Kiss my soul with teeth of barbwire.
Let me remember you within the fire.
Whisper words of wisdom and lets all jump across to hear them;
Another dead singer living on the edge of oblivion.
Wasting away in a puddle of blood;
Never been in love, because loves no good.
Whispers scream through echoes of violence,
In the cold dark silence I see them cry.
Smother me with love, because love is blinding.
Drift away into the clouds up above in the sky.
Want it too much to earn it, or find it;
Give it to me easy, but it’s never enough.
Flew into the sun in search of new sights;
Laying here blinded by God and his version of love.
Money too much to bring pleasure to me,
Set me free with poetry in poverty.
Howl at the moon to release the endorphin’s,
Scream at her now she will listen to you.
Give me anything, but let it be broken,
I have nothing left to give to you.
Fire raging along the border,
Corner me and I will bite you back.
You want me to be something smarter.
I can’t do that. Creativity I lack.
(C)2015 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016
Not long after The Beginning,
There were Animals and there was Man.
A great chasm lay between, that legend said
Only a Leap of Faith could span.
Animals seemed happy on their side;
For, after all, such a leap could not be done
“Make the best it,” they all said;
All, that is, but one.
There stood Dog, alone upon the brink,
The distant Man’s reflection shining in his eyes;
Something was robbing Dog of peace;
Something was urging him to try.
Compelled, he stood and stared,
Nothing could distract his gaze.
Now and then, Horse would come;
Each time, the same old words to say.
“I understand. I really do.
I admit it. I’ve thought about it too;
But it’s too far for me to jump,
It’s certainly too far for you”.
One day, as Horse spoke his words,
Cat rudely interrupted with a sneer.
“Go ahead and try. You’ll break your silly neck.
You can’t go there. Your place is here”.
More resolute now, his vigil became duty;
Still, he often wondered, “Why?”
But something deep inside kept saying,
“You must. You must. It’s do…or die”.
Then, one day, he turned and walked away.
Oh, yes, he’d need a running start.
He knew now, he had the Will;
But only a Leap of Faith could prove his Heart.
Just before he made his Leap of Faith,
Dog saw the loneliness in Man’s eyes.
“He needs a friend, someone to help
And always stand right by”.
With those unselfish thoughts,
Dog had reason, he felt whole.
And well he should, for at that very moment,
God granted Dog a Soul!
But Souls don’t come so easy,
And his leap was short that day.
If Dog was to make a Leap of Faith,
Man would have the final say.
Dog’s faith was truly tested, front paws upon the edge.
He hoped Man’s eyes hadn’t lied.
Then Man’s Heart swelled and touched his Soul.
He helped Dog up and placed him proudly at his side.
Oh, so jealous was Cat I’m told;
His eyes turned green that day.
“Oh, you are an heroic mutt;
A friend of Man, you say?
I’ll make that leap by myself.
You can bet, I’ll find a way”.
So, Dog had made the Leap of Faith.
He and Man became Best Friends.
So it shall be, for all eternity;
That is to say, until the Very End.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".
Copyright © Meghan Palmer | Year Posted 2013
you silly old dog
when they thought of the name,
they'd probably had thought of a creature like you-well then right on the dot
for a pig with a stick in his eye and a stye for a leg could have begged his way faster to freedom
and found more to eat in a day then you eat in a week-but you stay?
And i wonder and ponder by ponds full of water collecting my thoughts in a vase now discolored
what marvelous mischief might happen if beast were no sanction and all things with thoughts were judged solely on actions
morality then would weigh heavy with sanction and perhaps no man dines at the right of the lord
only a creature, deemed fit to absorb his observance
for now, it is begining to get very hot in this furnace
Copyright © chriss todd | Year Posted 2013
His name is Jane F he is the hot dog man Mac a Nation
creation, the hot dog man, His name is jane F and he
is lunch money for Satans men, Mac a Nation creation
his is the hot dog man, Mac a Nation creation and
jane F wants Hot Dogs for Satan men, Mac a Nation
Creation what is is Mac Nation Creation what is is
Moral Moral or surival surival moral moral surival
is the hot dog man here macanation surival moral
do you have surival or morals mac a nation creation
its the hot dog man lunch money money honey honey
darlin darlin it lunch money oh honey
Copyright © diane henning | Year Posted 2007
I do not know?
The eve of the hog
T'is the eve of the hog
And I'll sleep like a log
For tomorrow's the day
When the hog comes to say
What the weather will be
For the rest of the year
I shudder to think
What the hog will predict
Six more weeks of winter
Or will spring quickly hither
They call him Phil, and he's the prognosticator
Of when the weather will change to the primavera
He's not a bat, a ferret, or mouse
His home's Punxsutawney
And he lives in a house
He'll poke his head out, and might see his shadow
Then run in and burrow, like something's the matter
We can all hope the hog will hasten the summer
Cuz without this day, life'd be a bummer
Copyright © Ralph Balsamo | Year Posted 2016