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"GO FETCH"
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 Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010
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No, sir Atticus
I am not leaving
I am not like a beaver, who runs and hides
In the sight of danger
Who am I, you may ask
A boy who is older, and so much bolder
I will stick by your side Atticus
Sitting in that court room
Everything came to me in a rush
And boom
He is crushed
Why Dad, can they do that
I’m so mad
Now I see how people treat people
Dog eat dog around here
I can’t bear it
Copyright © Liz Mynaugh | Year Posted 2006
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What Is Love
by Edmund Siejka
My parents argued frequently
So love was an elusive something
Usually found in someone’s else’s home
In high school
A little more sure of myself
I dated my first girlfriend
In the go- go decade of the sixties
When Kennedy was President
And the race to the space
Was on
In working class neighborhoods
Sex was a taboo subject
Ours was a puppy love
Holding hands
Making out
Heavy petting
Gail was intimidated by the city
Rarely ever leaving her Queens neighborhood
I, more adventurous
Worked in Manhattan as a messenger
My simplistic view of life
Was Midtown was Midtown
Above was Uptown
And somewhere near the misty Harbor
Hedged in a hodge podge of narrow streets
Was Downtown
Oh yes, there was another simplistic truism
Don’t knock up your sixteen year old girlfriend
Eventually when we split
She cried
And behind her back
I choked on my tears.
Going to college under the GI Bill
I lived in the East Village
One night a couple introduced me to their friend
At a place that later became CGBG’s
She was quiet and ignored me
After our second meeting
She asked me to go with her to another place
Seated in a booth
Drinks on the table
I felt eyes on me
Especially from the tall well dressed waitress
Whose arrival was announced by the fragrance
Of sex scented musk.
It turned out my quiet date
Was a poet/artist
Some years older
She knew everyone in the art world
She drank a lot
But I was not known to pass up a drink
Sex, a necessity
Was often expected
She gave me advice
Introduced me to artists
But despite the casualness of the people
The first names
And pretty smiles
I soon realized that the art world
Was a world within a world
Of dog eat dog
Lost, she needed to find herself
And I was just too young to take on the added burdens of stepchildren,
House and home.
Judy was a no nonsense woman
Who went through the motions of sex
Our mornings were awkward with not a word being said
She didn’t drink
Which in my jumbled way of thinking
Was odd
I could never talk to her
It was then that I began to doubt that
Sex and the bar scene was the way to go
Some weekends I just stayed home
Or drank with my buddies.
Our conversations inevitably coming to
What was a good relationship
And what did we want to accomplish
Once we hit thirty.
I met Elaine
It was the ease of how we met
No pressure
No lies
It just happened
But what was the key to our relationship?
Sex
Good movies
Holding hands
Being together
Or was it that I finally grew up
Ready to accept responsibility.
I trusted her
I listened to her
She was on my side
Maybe that’s what love is?
Whatever defines love
It’s something the great philosophers can’t explain
A compound of many things
Mixed up in some crazy laboratory
Stronger than any emotion
Ever known
That binds one person to another
And allows two people to live as equals.
Copyright © Edmund Siejka | Year Posted 2014
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. *DOGGY STYLE*
Tonight! Tonight! I must display.
About my man's doggy style way.
Once he comes home he acts like I'm his "DOGGY BAG."
"It’s DOGGING ME!" The way he starts to nag.
He came from the bar with his "DOG BREATH!"
Calling me by the name of Beth.
When he settles down he starts acting like he's the "TOP DOG!"
"DOGGONE IT!" doesn't he know I'm adding this bone to my blog.
Now he's drunk acting "MEAN LIKE a JUNK YARD DOG!"
I taunt him by calling him a pig and a hog.
We "FIGHT LIKE CATS and DOGS," this really must be love?
"It's a DOG eat DOG WORLD" when push comes to shove!
Once again he will sleep "IN THE DOG HOUSE!"
This time for ripping my favorite blouse.
It's too bad "YOU CAN'T TEACH an OLD DOG NEW TRICKS!"
I wish he was a real dog, he needs to be neutered and fixed.
I think I will laugh and kiss him good night.
Anyways "HIS BARK is WORSE THAN HIS BITE!"
By morning he will be "SICK AS A DOG" and scary like a mouse.
I'm still waiting to be "Happy as a FLEA in a DOG HOUSE!"
"HE IS NOTHING BUT A HOUND DOG" thinking it's doggy style all the time!
In his rabies case his desires keeps getting worse than slobber and slime.
.Should I tell my man that his actions are what I call humans love torch?
With the reaction "IF you can’t run with the BIG DOG's PUPPY, STAY on the porch!"
By; smiles
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
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Words like the above seem to be fading
Now days being courteous is outdated
Who would’t like someone who is always quick to say “thank you” or “please”?
That would give your day peace and be at ease.
Some may say that in this dog-eat-dog world where there is aggression.
No one has time for face to face conversation.
Being courteous will make you a likeable person.
We should be being kind and courteous is a way to make the tough times a little more
bearable for everyone.
It’s also the right thing to do.
Plus it is true.
Terrorism have become something we all have to face in one form or the other.
We are really sisters and brothers.
Common courtesy is essential.
It is being polite and in our society is vital.
Rude behavior usually results from selfishness
Be nice and get blessed.
Expect nothing in return, not even a smile.
Just remember it won’t hurt if you go that extra mile.
Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2010
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True Identity (By:Josner Saintil)
There are girls who go about
With short skirts and unauthentic hair
To get them, many men would fight and shout,
Yet they are not regal or fair.
They do what they see others do
They dress sinfully or to attract attention,
Following the crowd absentmindedly,
Just makes a mindless girl with no identity.
There are boys who get girls easily
Pants always below their waists
Not really knowing what Love is
Only lust for a pretty face.
Tattoos and gold teeth
Trouble, weed, and going to jail foolishly.
But a grown man with no future, Just makes a hoodlom with no identity.
Many let the world and music change them.
Thinking that a club
Is more important than education.
Trying to live like rap stars
All mindless fools
'Cause not knowing what you stand for clearly,
Just makes an uncritical thinker with no identity.
Those who stand out from the rest,
With great thought for tomorrow,
Those who see the world for more than it is,
Knowing that this is a world of sorrow,
Where dog eat dog in any way,
But still work and dream for a better day.
Those who know who they are and going; their destiny,
Are those with TRUE IDENTITY!
Copyright © josner saintil | Year Posted 2015
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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
Be FREE BE FREE!!!
So Its time we make a change...
Copyright © channing Lewis | Year Posted 2012
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It's not always the big things that make the world
a much colder place
But the little things
every day we face.
As the world groans
and dreadful things happen
as we see on TV
It's clear people have changed
and things are not
how they used to be.
Many People are out of control
all morals and care for others
seems to have gone
people tend to do what they want
and no longer sing the same song.
It's true today
many of us lead stressful lives#
and for many it's dog eat dog
to survive.
Obsessed with our electronic devices
we find escapism and lose ourself
in games and cyberspace
technology can be useful
but lost in our little worlds
and troubles
we have lost the personal contact
so important to the human race.
Many things are out of our control
the greedy rich get richer
and the poor get more poor
there are those who seek peace
and those who want war
Love and understanding
doesn't seem to count no more
We have lost our way
Turned our backs on faith
We are living in desperate
days.
The problem is everyone thinks differently
we are not all the same
If only we did think the same
for good and better
and had love for each other
could we ever make a change.
The Devil cracks the whip
and has the whole world in his grasp
I pray for the world
that salvation will come fast.
What we see happening in the world today
was foretold long ago
So many are blinded by Satan
or don't want to know.
The great book will deliver the truth
Just look around you
open your eyes and see the proof.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. march.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014
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Little babies are born
Into a world that has a
Vicious, 'Dog eat dog!'
Environment.
Long days pass
Amid the chaos of war.
Ugly scars mar beauty, while
Gaiety is almost non-existent.
How can life be so cruel?
Listen to the call for peace, to
Overcome ruthlessness.
Visualize a better life, where
Everyone lives, laughs, and loves.
~~~~~
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
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I want to sing a song about Christmas
With a nice haunting melody
but so far i have nothing
no ideas coming to me
so I don't know what to write
or what I'm going to sing
I must find the answer soon
otherwise I will have nothing
what Christmas mean to me
I must find the right words to say
if I don't get something soon
then the idea would just go away
The true meaning of Christmas
Is hardly ever pursue
Some thinks its just to eat and drink
Give a gift and say Marry Christmas to you
I want to find the true answer
Cause I don't want to get it wrong
And for me to share it with you
I have to put the words where it belong
Cause this life's already confusing
So I have to be careful with what's being said
I don't want to say the wrong words
And play mind games with your head
I am just like you
I am just regular man
We can never comprehend god wisdom
Cause his work we can't understand.
All we know is he send his son
To show mankind the right way
And because of him
We celebrate Christmas today
Its the only time of the year
That we does show that we care
Then after that we become blinded
To the unfortunates every where
So as I struggle to find a melody
Of a song or a poem to write
I would not give up
I would still hold on to my pen tonight
And I will have a drink of brandy
And watch my Christmas tree light
And if I get sleepy
Then I will turn in early tonight
The true meaning of Christmas
Is some thing I think we already know
And it is to love one and other
But only For Christmas people will show a little love
Its nice to feel appreciated
Its nice to give a gift or two
But its also sad for the rest of the year
To feel neglected like every one forget you
In today's society
Its so easy to judge wrongfully
Its a dog eat dog world
Slowly taking over humanity
We didn't come from an explosion
We are born from creation
I don't believe in all they dinosaurs hypes
Or that we come from evolution
And the same way we celebrate this Christmas
We will celebrate Ramadan and dewali to
And its not about religion or beliefs
Its about the love that lives in Me and you
So I will keep on trying
To write the perfect song
And if I am successful
Then the world would will join and sing along
Copyright © kasim ishmael | Year Posted 2016
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La la land
Don't think everyone eats
Because you eat
Or drinks clean water
Because you still can.
Don't think everyone has a bed
On which to lay their head
Don't think there's a stove
Like yours in every household
Houses hold stuff.
Some people walk
With all their stuff -in bags.
Gotta sleep with
One eye open
Glad to have eyes.
And there are more and
more out
There with nowhere to be.
Cannot stand nor sit.
Glad to have a cell
Jail is there
Hotel. If lucky.
Don't think that- that bath
You took is "par for the course"
Think outside of your door.
Look outside of your window.
Laaaa deee da laaa dee da.
America isn’t happening no more
Now you lay it down to sleep,
Praying for your soul to be kept
The shorted verse is, “Jesus wept"
People sleeping
On the ground and floors...
Even the shelters are closed.
How long can you hold on?
Facing the elements and the sun.
Living in the edge of hope.
Kill you for a bar of soap.
No medical nor food and now neglected.
No control over your own circumstances
Children no longer protected.
Living off others and depending on chance.
No one to give
You that human touch
Dog eat dog.
"look at her-
She over der eating"
Some have nothing
Some have much.
So much that
They are not in touch
With the new reality.
"America ain't happening no more".
Singing la la la la..
Attacks on the ones
who have too much-
Jealousy rises if you eat a lunch.
So just keep walking through
Singing- la dee d da la dee da.
Hey you in la la land.
Watta yall going to do?
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013
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No 8 second ride for these cowboys tonight
As they start in the morning, losing daylight
Their hats are now ties, tethering true
Not breathing in clean air as faces turn blue
Their motive, the green, but not of a pasture
Not men of free will, but now slaves to a master
When the bell rings, it’s chaos, not for a meal
It’s a dog eat dog city, with true faces concealed
They’re just…
Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon
Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon
Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride
Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside
It’s a sad way
And a sad day
For New York cowboys
Their fishing hole yonder’s now polluted with clutter
As their southern boy drawl’s replaced with a stutter
No chaps and no stirrups, no boots and no jeans
Their lives are now over, at the end of their means
The bull that they ride are the very stories they tell
From wall to wall bouncing, not sitting a spell
They are always in a hurry, no time for the rose
Not much of a cowboy or anything, I s’pose
They’re just…
Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon
Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon
Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride
Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside
It’s a sad way
And a sad day
For New York cowboys
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2011
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In Carolina there is no helmet law
As my girlfriend complains, all I hear is blah, blah, blah
She is still stewing over me buying all the accessories in the catalog
I tell her to bow down to me, I am now the Big Bad Dog
I am now sportin' my new leather chaps
Up side the head, from her I get a smack
I will mark a new territory the Hell's Angels would fear to tread
Looking hard and ridin' dirty on my Moped
At this point, I tear the sleeves off my blue jean jacket
She tells me to stop trying to Mac It
I smile with my Gold tooth displayed
She tells me I need help, she drops to her knees to pray
Then she asks me if I stopped taking my Meds
I tell her I really love you, it's a Two seater, we can both ride dirty on my Moped
I tell her I haven't shaved for Five days
She says she sees the peach fuzz on my face
I look at her and tell her I am a 15 year old trying to make it in this dog eat dog society
Either get on or get out and miss my noteriety
She says she's had enough and besides it's almost curfew
So I depart to the trailer park and pick up that floozy Gracie Lou
I tell her to hang on, it could get wild, I am what they call pure white bread
She grabs my waist and is ready to ride dirty on my Moped
It can't get any dirtier, a trailer girl that smells real bad
I look back and recall, this was the best summer I ever had
Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008
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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 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2009
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Remember the days not long ago
When most people were actually polite
Men would open doors for the ladies
Strangers would wish you goodnight
Drivers would wave another car through
Though they were late for a meeting
Men would get up, give a lady a seat
Today this is rare and quite fleeting
In this age of instant gratification
It's each and every man for himself
A dog-eat-dog world we're living in
Some things I'm guilty of myself
It's really hard to rise above the tide
It's happening all around us each day
You run the risk of getting trampled on
Politeness is not a given, by the way
Do I think this world will ever return
To those simpler days of yore?
Probably not and that's quite a shame
Those were much nicer times, for sure!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
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NO CONTRACT
Used to wonder where he was sometimes for days
Thought I knew his quirky ways
When I called him for dinner with tintap
Now I know why he didn’t head for the cat flap
He often ate dinner in another bowl
My cat sat at another fire, warmed by other coal
Rubbed against another soft-felt shoe
Purred for another’s smiling face too.
In that dog-eat-dog world there
A cat ate anywhere
After all he never promised you see
Never signed a contract with me
I mean were not married, no legal consent
It was just a casual open arrangement
Well, things happen as they may :
Met the “other woman” one day -
About the weather a friendly chat
Of a sudden I said, oh there’s my cat,
She said, and there’s mine too !
But there was only one cat in view.
We quickly pooled our knowledge
We didn’t need a degree from college
We both whispered pushwoosh
To attract “our” cat away from the thorn bush
But he darted through the leaves
And climbed up to the eaves
And another woman’s arms pulled him in
And cuddled him and tickled his chin.
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Written 2 August 2012
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Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
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Dog eat dog world
Awakes to new dawn;
Paradoxical gains
Words and yet more
Empty words dilute;
Cold comfort frozen
Headlines sensation
Bad news in vogue;
Catchy decadence
Muse upon feeling
Profound thought;
Self-realization lights
Mood swings highlight
Psychic trauma;
Pain instigates
Skybridge running track
26 floors above;
Senior citizens jog
Look to this day
To do something good;
Saturday cat nap
Set routines
To-Do List unfurls;
Time is never enough
Much ado
About nothing new;
Changes re-order
Ideas rule the world
Change agents --
Come and go abruptly
Worn-out old pavilion
Two weary workers;
Chat over beer repast
Busy passage conduit
People hurry briskly;
Haphazard side stepping
Busy networking
Trying to get ahead;
Lost in the crowd
Visual impact dazzle
Too much colour;
Not much insight
Takeaway counter
Pre-order your drink blend;
Beverage on-the-fly
Leon Enriquez
04 July 2014
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
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By: Moji Agha -- June 24, 2016 -- Tucson, Arizona
Last dusk at a small Tucson park,
my 3-year-old dear friend, Rafi,
insisted unhesitatingly on imitating,
no, actually embodying, a baby dog.
REALLY! As real is Trump's candidacy.
It was as if he was saying this to Donald Trump:
"HAY! You finally convinced me,
to finally give up on being human."
"If humanity has been reduced to Trumpicity,
I'd rather be civilized in the dog-eat-dog world."
"Do you, the Trumpet of Ultimate Ignorance,
understand the significance of my giving up
on humanicity at my adorably tender age?"
"Do you even give a damn?
I highly doubt it."
O' and of course we all know
how perfectly our fellow 3-year-old humans
know the art of insisting;
Much like Donald Trump knows
how to perfect the art of being an insistent ass.
In the mean time,
I insistently wonder why Rafi
(who insisted on factually being leashed
and be physically walked,
in part by myself--leash in hand)
manifested so perfectly at yesterday's sunset
an unbelievably adorable actually barking "doggie"
that did not poop.
Yupp! You heard it right!
Rafi-the-cute-doggie
did NOT poop!
So again I wonder insistently,
if his trans-species dog and pony show
(I played the pony, I suppose)
was meant,
at its profoundest level of canine contemplation,
to symbolically show authentic poop-less solidarity
with those evolved dogs
(and ponies)
who don't poop the world;
perhaps to differentiate themselves
from the words that insist on pouring out
of Donald Trump's ass-imitating mouth,
further polluting our wounded Mother Earth.
And no doubt,
you see,
Rafi and I have persistently no doubt,
on these Trumpian days
of sickening surreality,
that our Mother Earth must be insistently asking herself
agonizing existential questions like these:
"O' my God:
How the hell did I end up giving birth
to an insistently white, yet
persistently steamy pile of shit,
like Donald?
How did this orange-hued artificially hairy tragedy happen?
Whose fault is it?
And alas:
How should this grotesque Trumpesque pollution be cleansed,
wherein the narcissistic shit
and the exhibitionistic asshole
are of the same socio-psychotic DNA?"
O' my God:
How on Earth can THIS kind of ass be wiped?
Hoping for some answers
(before it's too late),
will our civilizing 3-year-old Rafi,
now a proud poop-less citizen
of the dog-eat-dog world,
come back as some kind of a Doggie Super-Hero
to rescue humanity,
making our Mother Earth "GREAT AGAIN?"
Copyright © Moji Agha | Year Posted 2016
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It's not my imagination, the tribulation surrounding me. Everyday's a struggle, to hustle, necessity. But, who are they to judge who I am and where I'm from? I am who I am, until the day of kingdom come. And, this vision of prison will never be my home. There is no escape. So crowded, yet alone. But, my freedom is near. Picture perfectly clear. Look into my eyes, you will see no fear. My chin's up, shoulders back, standing strong with no slack. Got to keep pressing forward with the wind at my back. "Count time, pill line, get in compliance". Defiance is my only reliance to keep from being institutionalized, and hypnotized. Tic toc, the clock is ticking right before my eyes. And, im focused on the prize. Never leaving my sight. Miracles in progress. Dreams are taking flight. Everyday's a must, sleeping on a bed of rust. But, im about to leave them kicking rocks while they bite my dust. Its a dog eat dog world, in this place i call hell. But, all dogs go to Heaven, you cant keep em down.
05/20/2016
Copyright © Kimberly Baker | Year Posted 2017
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Don't think everyone eats
Because you eat
Or drinks clean water
Because you still can.
Don't think everyone has a bed
On which to lay their head
Don't think there's a stove
Like yours in every household
Houses hold stuff.
Some people walk
With all their stuff -in bags.
Gotta sleep with
One eye open
Glad to have eyes.
And there are more and
more out
There with nowhere to be.
Cannot stand nor sit.
Glad to have a cell
Jail is their
Hotel. If lucky.
Don't think that- that bath
You took is "par for the course"
Think outside of your door.
Look outside of your window.
Laaaa deee da laaa dee da.
America isn’t happening no more
Now you lay it down to sleep,
Praying for your soul to be kept
The shorted verse is, “Jesus wept"
People sleeping
On the ground and floors...
Even the shelters are closed.
How long can you hold on?
Facing the elements and the sun.
Living on the edge of hope.
Kill you for a bar of soap.
No medical nor food and now neglected.
No control over your own circumstances
Children no longer protected.
Living off others and depending on chance.
No one to give
You that human touch
Dog eat dog.
"look at her"-
"She over der eating"'
Some have nothing
Some have much.
So much that;
They are not in touch
with the new reality.
"America ain't happening no more".
Singing la la la la..
Attacks on the ones
who have too much-
Jealousy rises if you eat a lunch.
So just keep walking through
Singing- la dee d da la dee da.
Hey you in la la land.
Watta yall going to do?
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2017
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To this date I have not yet broken
my folowing holiday tradition.
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I hope that this greeting finds you and yours in the very best of spirit and health.
This is the time of year when many will discover their Good, their Spiritual Wealth.
For many others out there this will be a time of despair,
of hardship and personal grief.
Feelings of depression and loneliness during this most joyous time
can be very joyless to say the least.
Perhaps you've been one of these people
or this greeting before you would not be being read by you now.
Along with the Enclo$ed is my simple request:
Continue This Tradition Some How.
Each year at this time search out a family, a family in need of some help.
A family whose Holiday Season will not be so joyously and lovingly felt,
then anonymously send them along with this greeting what ever you then can afford.
It's my hope that you and others will each year send this gift.
Those who receive it will give it forward.
Perhaps one day this practice will pyramid worldwide
not just once but everyday of the year.
This dog eat dog life most live can be People Helping People.
We can change the world if we all persevere.
People Helping People believe it or not is a concept that many don't know.
A seed has been planted, it's up to you now to nourish and help make it grow.
Copyright © Billy TheKidster | Year Posted 2009
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I have no idea how on earth i got here
I am a prisoner in a phantom prison of fear
I wish to escape and live my life a fugitive
But the warden watches me and i can never leave
My heart once whole is in pieces like a pizza
And its so cold as if my chest cavity is a freezer
I always thought as long as the sky remains blue
That there will be someone who will always love me true
But I am here alone, the dead end of all dead ends
Gossiping with ghosts, my only true friends
Standing in confusion at the crossroads of darkness
Shivering from this bitter winter that whirls with madness
I am a puppet with too many string attached
They treat me like an object, neither born nor hatched
Made to break my back, the inevitable daily bread toil
Earth is a title of deeds, and i own not a speck of soil
The world is still at war, super powers and alliances
Selling you currencies and electronic home appliances
In the name of technology you have to pay your bills
In the name of good health, you have to take your pills
I grew up innocently fast, a wide-eyed young fella
Clumsily surfing the modern tides, era of the bachelor
Television and movies; social media and smart phones
Heartbreaks and divorces; mortgages and quick loans
Made to believe I could be anything I wanted
Only to be made sleepless as my mind is haunted
By unfulfilled dreams and never-ending bankruptcy
Dog eat dog world still, deeper bites and lesser mercy
Every morning am washed ashore, to play again the same role
To drag my feet through mud as I try to reach a landlocked goal
They program me with no progress, no happy day i see
My fruitless efforts entertain them; the powers that be
Am always trying to catch the bus, while age tries to catch me too
Am getting worn out every year, just like my fake-leather shoe
All the struggling and running is in vain, it winds up down one place
The grave is soon to have me, whether i slow or quicken my pace
I will never be happy, life tastes worse than a plain meal with no spices
Am set like a bomb, about to go off in my midlife crisis
Luck is a poor man who in this world was never born
"Life is a gift!", whoever said that is a con
Copyright © Jack Nganga | Year Posted 2016
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Tired of these theatrical mask wearing roles. Wolves, smiling faces with sharpen teeth
waiting for ignorant prey. Tired of seeming interested in conversations that are one sided,
guided by those that deem themselves intellectuals. Tired of life's stand stills that keep
skipping back to the same spot like a broken record.
So tired of the dog eat dog, shoot first, do them or get done, got to get mine constitutions of
the piece of pie in the sky life. Tired of haters, that hate, just to hate, because hating is all
they know, all the see, all they be. Tired of fakeness, cakeness, knowing that you can't
make this, unless it's given to you first.
So tired of this love affair of how your hair looks, what you wear crooks, got my nail
appointment booked throughout the year. Tired of the relationships that start and give false
impressions, with fake expressions, then when it deepens, you end up hating your
companion. So Tired.
Copyright © Tommy Dorsey | Year Posted 2010
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A crazed, dazed unexplained side show that freaks. What did we just do? Who knew, the few true, would prove to be me; and you? In shape we fit to form; like the shoe. In step we go toe to toe. As we set sail off the dock we began to row. From here to Tim buck two, the news has been spread. A wire fed buzz, music stuck inside your head. Without reason or cause. Lost in frenzy of locked jaws. The channel is the change. No home out on the range. Supernatural reaction of self satisfaction. It's dog eat dog in this life form contraption. Unable to define the infinite. The string cheese is an incident. Leaving a lasting impression as people come and go. Fair is the weather my friend, I'll see you at the show. It's no holds bar, a fight to the death. If your waiting for the miracle, I wouldn't waste a breath. I creep on stealth; I'm light on my feet. To avoid the contact, with the stranger on streets. A taco truck drives by and the fire engine sounds. I light up a smoke and out come the hounds. The city is the life and this is how we live. Another day another dollar, homeless asking us to give. The sites that we see, as we tour this. We are just visiting this life like a tourist. An excursion; short lived like a fur-low. It's suggested that we go with the flow. We make the most of the little things we appreciate. Make room for the love and weed out the hate. A master of disaster in this episode or chapter. Another piece to the puzzle that ends happily ever after. We flock towards the it crowd. To be a somebody who's proud. Egotistical tendencies close the mind. Open your hearts and who knows what you'll find. As the world turns, our wheels keep spinning. We learn from our mistakes. This is only the beginning. It's not easy to explain; this may last day or even weeks. It's a crazed, dazed, unexplained side show that freaks.
Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2016
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The Tory an heartless beast no morals.
They harm those that need help most, regardless
Their retarded approach harms less able
their mission to hit the poor the hardest.
Private educated school boys clueless
to those whose lives are spent broke,penniless.
Societys have's, harming the have nots
no fair society just dog eat dog .
Schools with unqualified teachers, how foolish
Doctors surgeries full of sick patients
Disabled blameless discrimination
the homeless punished for being homeless.
Don't be a self serving clueless Tory.
think of others have some humanity.
17052016 sorry mr shakespeare. I just murdered a sonnet
Copyright © stephen pennell | Year Posted 2016