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Alone again

Many years have passed me here 
Sitting on this old mat
Like a speeding train 
None of who have passed, never looked back

The rising sun 
Has chased away the morning dew
And many time I wondered 
Why my friends are so few

Hot days give way to the evening mist 
Who will be by companion tonight? 
I dread when the evening cometh  
The wild dogs and I will fight again  

Copyright © Dennis Williams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |



People were given a gift called speech
Most of the time they have nothing to teach

Dogs on the other hand can roll their eyes
They say more with wags and cries

Often people's unending words don't  matter
It might be better if people would bark and dogs chatter

Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2014

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Words and Barks


People were given a gift called speech
Most of the time they have nothing to teach

Dogs on the other hand can roll their eyes
They say more with wags and cries

Often people's unending words don't  matter
It might be better if people would bark and dogs chatter

Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2014

Details | Imagism |

The Soldier

There once was a soldier,
So loyal, so brave.
He fought a long struggle,
‘til the end, ‘til the grave.

The struggle went on,
For days, for years.
No end in sight,
No break, just tears.

He fought alone,
Nobody would help.
No one would listen,
To his struggling yelp.

He fought on and on,
No food, no sleep.
Nobody had noticed,
Not a bit, not a peep.

But his loving dog did,
She helped, she cared.
But when her time came,
He fell, despaired.

The fight got harder,
The nights, longer.
He thought he’d survive,
He thought he’d get stronger.

Then after 4 years,
Of crying, of weeping.
A rooster had stopped him,
From dying, from seeping.

But after a year,
His new found-friend died.
He had to wonder,
And then he just sighed.

Was this life worth living?
Alone, afraid.
Where his best friends die,
And he’s left to fade.

There once was a soldier,
So alone, so distraught.
Who took his own life,
Suicidal, overwrought.

This man fought no war,
Not out of his head.
He fought mental challenges,
That left him up dead.

Copyright © Adam Forth | Year Posted 2017

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Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed

Sleep on me, see me in ya' worst nightmares

I'm Hell-raiser, dead fresh in some Nike-Airs

Or in a monkey suit, totin' something with a banana clip

Leave you wet, like dry lips after applying Chap-stick

Ain't talking 'bout a blunt, but I rolled-up

I'm gon' wet these fools, hope they don't mold-up

When it go down, I go ape-shit, bananas

put coward to sleep, without the pajamas

Keep bustin' shots, like pimples on a maturing teen

I do my dirt, but leave the crime scene clean

Stay fresh, but they always call me grimy

They say I'm too gangsta', so they won't sign me

I put in work, man, I'm clockin' in overtime

Haters faces looking sour, like they suckin' on lime

You got beef, well guess what, that's all I eat

I stand my ground, you just sit in your seat

Can't let fools run me over, I'm not a roadkill

Leave you in the streets leakin', looking like an oil spill

You got a problem, I know how'tta' get that solved

Apply pressure, let's not get ya' family involved

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Dog Park

She had stove top burners for eyes,
and every word she spoke bubbled
over slowly as if someone had left
                        too warm for me to get close.
My gestures were tepid and careful,
like a small boy meeting a strange
dog, alone in a park. Calm and reserved.
I presented compliments as if they
were the back of an open hand for 
her to sniff, and my lips shook.
                                     Afraid that she would bite.
She merely growled in disbelief;
A rabid jeer at the quiet remark of
an untrustworthy captor. 
She saw me as a threat,
but never turned away.
We were two animals
looking for comfort;
afraid to be burned
and yet too hungry to
let go of the flames.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2013

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Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed

I keep it 100, like whole-numbers, no fraction

You're a toy, all looks but no action

So much beef, I can open up a diner

Catch me underground, call me a miner

I keep it real, you haters is processed

To the streets I'm a god, bow down, get blessed

I got rank, like a zebra, I got stripes

Diggin' in ya' chest, you know pressure bust pipes

Got heat, I'm like an Arab with no turban

Shots burn your chest, like drinking Burbon

I cock my tool as they approach, get ready

Make sure you're on point, and hold it steady

When they get near, that trigger get a pull

Give straight head shots, it's an unspoken rule

Shots rang out, like the bells of Notre-Dame

I was long gone, before the law even came

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

The Broken Girl-not me

Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? 
I am broken as can be. 
My heart is torn. 
My tears stain these perfect floors.  
Why are singing with glee? 
Why do you not care about my every plea? 
I am trapped in your arms. 
I am the hopeless moth. 
How did you pick me? 
What is it that you see? 
A girl untouched by life? 
A flower blooming in the desert? 
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.  
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.

Copyright © Layla Elkoulily | Year Posted 2013

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Barking up the wrong tree

My Mix-Breed "Extra Fluffy" 
happy as can be
Entered in the "Dog-Gone" trials
Just one of eighty-three

Some as big as horses 
some as long as trains
Some so smart they spoke to you
You'd think they had our brains

The judges they were different though
The scoring one two three
For each performing act they did
they all received a "three"

Pretty soon they narrowed it down
then narrowed it down some more
Some dogs were none too happy now
they didn't even score

Terriers didn't stand a chance
Dalmatians faired the same
When a pure bred Poodle took the gold
the Shepherd went insane

How could they do this to these dogs?
was it cause they aren't the same
The judges? Mostly poodle breeds
you think they were to blame?.....

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016

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I’m a dog now I once was a tree
In my other life I had no one but me
But this time around I’m petted and groomed
Better than pelted by a tropical monsoon
I’m in a farm house where life is so sweet
My owners take great care about what I eat
They buy the best and most expensive food
That really puts me in a jolly good mood

At the beginning when I was a pup 
They put me on a leash afraid I’d act up
Many a time we ventured out together
Except for the days of inclement weather
( never had that luxury as a tree)
As time went by and I became full grown
The attention I got as a pup was silent as stone
I wasn’t a novelty anymore I was part of the farm
Guarding the house and to sound the alarm

If strangers approached or smoke was detected
I did my job kept them all fully protected
The boys have left this life so serene
One is in college, the other a marine
The girl is a singer newly engaged
She’s moving away to a different stage
The old man died a few years ago
Mama is still here but I really don’t know

Sometimes she is visited by the old crew
But they’ve dwindled down to just a few
They don’t expect to much from me any more
I go from room to room and lie on the floor
I’ve been here so long I’ve seen all them of grow
I  know that quite  soon it will be my time to go 
I never get the option as to what I will be
But I sure as hell hope it wont be a tree

Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Night of a Dead Tree and Its Last Leaf

—The sun in confined to a bed being seized with jaundice—

Although the neighbors and siblings were gone,
you and I most hold onto father’s arm for the sake of 
a deformed child’s fatality that couldn’t come and go as wish.

At the present, however, even the father, 
who I have once trusted, lost his crown of adolescence,
and blinks his hopeless eyes with his shaking limbs and body 
that has grown thinner and undergoes a trial of heavy silence 
being deprived of expressing a self.

It’ll be a white snowstorm soon
for the black wind is growing violent…
though abandoned, here is no oblivion,
for it is constrained abandonment.

Loneliness, therefore, approaches nearer
flapping its huge and dark wings.  Hence, 
all the more yearn for a tales of old days…

LI PO…li po…
LAFORGUE, JULES…laforgue, jules…

The echo in the middle of the air struck against the moon
and became an appeal of frozen stiff Leica that sounds hollow 
and painful, and to return to the tightly closed bosom of the earth
because the moon has thrown her thickened hypocritical veil.

However, even a laurel tree only grows in the moon
withered and dead by a curse called the twentieth century.
Even Jupiter seems deadly brown on this evening
as though the last leaf is hanging onto its dead limb.

Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015

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The Dog, The Bear, And The Maggot

The Dog is structured,
Always working to preserve,
Familial ties.
Diligent service,
Loyal to love and country,
Strong yet still servile.

The Bear is nurtured,
A hunter in fair weather,
Useless in winter.
Promises plenty,
But bleeds his own forest dry,
Water, trees and all.

The Maggot is cankered,
A hollow soul and stomach,
Skulking forest floors.
Can only scavenge,
ON the corpses of others,
And their fellow man.

Copyright © Michael Zavaletta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Memories from a Stuffed Dog

Your always near;
memories of
winters past
play on the air
in front of this
fuzzy gift.
With beady black eyes
and brown spotted black fur,
I'm reminded of a
long lost companion.
Your gift;
a memory
of a memory,
cherished and loved forever.

Copyright © Sean Cannon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Fallen Crumbs

Lap up those fallen to the floor food crumbs,
you greedy dog
You love to set the table for three,
knowing there will be just one guest  —  you only
Home alone   ...   you filthy animal
Gluttonously do you gorge,
food falling from your mouth onto the floor
And after the last burped bite,
you love to get on all four
Lapping that greedy dog tongue,
getting those fallen crumbs
Now drunkenly sitting again at the feast table,
with your sleepy head laying in vomit
You snore and dream of Scooby-Doo snacks,
hoping to gobble up all that falls your way
A greedy dog you are, who never get enough
All-you-can-eat is your favorite meal buffet
Then after the last belched bite,
you love to get on all four
And lap that greedy dog tongue,
eating every fallen crumb off the dirty floor 

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

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My dog is a combine harvester

is a combine harvester
mowing down food
without any mercy

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Black Dog

Hello hound from hell
Pretending to cower in the corner
Dripping, snarling fangs
Come to feast
On all I have. 

I scavenge what little remains
Making do with what’s left:
the debris
the refuse
the dregs
the waste
- the things the hound didn’t want 

Chewed up.
And spat back out. 

What’s left is tainted
Drenched in the same gloopy dew
The halitosis of hell 
Lingers on what’s left of me.

My love - its litter 
For all its leavings
Pungent, hot and steamy
- not at all what I had imagined passion to be. 

My strength - its chew toy
Tattered pieces
Litter the halls
Of my tooth-marked heart. 

My confidence - a forgotten memory
The hound’s indelible presence
Has me wet
With the mark of its territory

My hope - a hopeless game of tug of war
I pull and hold on
Until my hands and heart
are bloody raw. 

Rebecca .A. Huxley

Copyright © Rebecca Huxley | Year Posted 2017