Best Fetches Poems
Dog In A Purse
I have the very best pet, the absolute very, very best
There is no comparison he is better than the rest
Funny story how we met one hot day way out west
He was handed to me in a Prada Purse I must confess
I first thought him a pest but he quickly passed my test
He won me over in 2 seconds or less, oh but his name is a mess...
We named him Prada you see, yah after the purse, so you get it
He is a stud, definitely, all male but his name, yah I regret it
So I call him Pra-Dawg instead of Prada because of my own ego
Yep, uh-huh, he is a Chihuahua but not like any other that you know
He is happy go lucky, loves rubber duckies, isn't nervous and won't relent
He barks at big dogs at the fence, the backyard Prince, he's never tense...
He fetches the ball bringing it back to you, dropping it every time right at your shoe
He has this cute overbite when he chews, and loves to watch the evening news
He is lightening fast but not furious, flying around and so damn curious
He listens, obeys, won't run away, or worry us, he is really just super flus
No matter what he never goes potty inside, not even once has he tried
I am his Master, he is my guide, always and forever Pra-Dawg by my side...
02/26/2016
Pure beauty is eternal bliss.
It permeates our existence
And lightens a burdened soul.
The most beautiful thing is love
(Without judgment or assumption)
Fostering acceptance that—
Nourishes the famished
And empowers the meek.
Aesthetics make a pleasing world
They personify lasting trends,
Stimulate creative minds,
And entertain world consciousness.
Delight embraces desire,
Passionate words inspire,
Art refutes retire,
All get to admire.
To be of beautiful spirit
Unleashes outward radiance--
A gratifying notion
To be of a beautiful mind
Fetches cognitive recognition--
An honorary triumph
Loving your own beauty
Transcends all other thought.
***Inspired by Catie Lindsey's "Focus on Syllables" Contest***
She wanders to a dream, a place
Where weeping willows brush her face
Beneath the branches bending low
She's walking where a garden grows
Grass gently sways, as cool as glass
And timid blows the warming breeze,
That fetches shining hair with ease
With wisps of gold, which fly astray,
Like meadow flowers, in yellow maize
A melody of larks, that sing
Of promised spring....of pastel things
An amber sun, a basking glow,
Who ambles by and whispers low
Of meadows green and rainbows too
How much she longs to bask again
To warm a face so pale of skin
But then, once more the threat of chill
Upon a cheek, a breath of ice
And snowflakes land upon on her lash
They startle cold, like morning ash,
A northern wind that stings her eyes
A thief will snatch her scarf away,
And thus her dream has gone astray
And once again her dream has died
Yet distantly, there lies in wait,
A springtime place, a promised fate
A path beneath the willow tree,
Where sun peeks through the velvet haze
Where flowers bloom and meadows grow,
And larks sing lovely lullabies
The earth will wake, to be a dream
A dream with sweet reality
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For Francine's Contest: "Winter Begone" 1/23/12
Naked Clowns Demented Brother
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown - demented brother
dancing for the heads of state
asleep with faces in their plate
and as the rubber chicken stretches
they send again the fool who fetches
red noses from downtrodden wretches
to decorate the wedding cakes
join the real to crumbling fakes
camouflage who gives and takes
shifting weight of global heat
melting shoes on city street
to shrinking ice caps tidal creep
rising under Al Gore’s jeep
clowns, they squeeze their bulbous horns,
geneticize the rose – no thorns
while warning us of sunless dawns
their seltzer bottles but a prop
sprayed on a fire that won’t stop
its cindering of nature’s crop
Alas, the clowns will all save face
disappear without a trace
disguise their noses as thorn-less roses
post naked “selfies” in heroes poses
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown – demented brother.
John G. Lawless
©7/13/2017
I'm of two pieces
one piece of mine is
an island
the other is the sea
in over all of me
has brought me in
the middle, is in my
everywhere
warm/tender, shining
bright, deep and
silent
every day, ever
moment I go beside
doesn't see, doesn't
hear, doesn't know
perhaps
I sit and look,
caress her hair
through her picture
I kiss, talk, look
deeply long and long
dive and listen to
her silence
I'm of two pieces
my other piece is a
rose
delicate, fragile,
has pretty face, a
scent of musk
sometimes her thorns
prickle, doesn't
hurt, I put up with
for I Love her
I love her 'cause
she has my heart
My breath, my soul,
affection and my
Life
and hope, happiness
and Love
upon me her scent
traces of her thorn
in my everywhere
on my skin, hair, in
my heart, and soul
never gets out of me
her traces
is never erased
I'm of two pieces
one piece of mine is
an angel, there
always beside,
inside and in my
every side
always fetches my
pains, passes to her
side
never bears I be
harmed, never can
put up with
wipes away tears in
my eyes
lays a hope, a
happiness each time
'cause of her deep
Love, of her
affection
causes one fall in
Love with her and
worship
unconsciously
appends one more
soul to my inside,
a voice, a touch, a
look and a kiss of
her
unconsciously grants
me the worlds
just for a moment of
her happiness
I could abondon my
Life, without
thinking
I'm of two pieces
one is YOU, one is
ME
Deep down from tranquility,
Africa feels wretched in bed,
Pillow drifted from right position,
Leaders enjoy country weighted bread,
Demostration always plugged as petition,
Rather corruption gets expanding as we melled,
Poverty breeding anytime,our strength is shelled,
How do we kill tribalsm?
Boneheaded political preachers accepts imperialism,
Where can I find the reset button?
Will cause colonialism to a dismantle,
Hopelessness rests all-over our regions,
Always reciting that whilst Whitemen fetches our riches,
Aspires for greener pastures in Western land,
But yet we're enslaved with an upper hand,
Till we see broad daylight,
Africa will win the fight.
I see you everyday waiting for a token or a glance
Waiting for a willing soul, for someone to give you a chance
The pain etched into your face of rejection day by day reflects into my heart
And I fear this cruel world with it's "no-care attitude" may tear you apart
Your eyes light up when an offering is made, I wonder
How long that light stays, before darkness tears its asunder
Taking what is given and turning it into yet another endless day
To stand come sun, rain, but yet this is your only way
Sometimes I pray for you, that you may find some peace for one night
You have so much courage to stand there day after day fighting the great fight
Of poverty, insecurity, looking to someone for a glimmer of hope
It amazes me that you dothis day in and day out and still manage to cope
I have no words, because that is not what you need
Though what you need is not something I can give
I pray that the Lord your soul will keep
Until he fetches you home to His safe, gentle arms
Dear Ronny
What a Divine being you are !
You gallop in all your fours
the moment I call thy name.
At times, even my very look
fetches fast your benign presence.
You wag your tail ?
Flap your fan-like ears ?
Sitting by my doorstep rail
you wean out all my fears
and gently bark...you smile ?
Busy dad running after money
Self-gearing mom with her
Hectic hitches at her women’s wing
Brother, too little to talk to.
Friends stuck to mobile phones.
Tried to communicate grand-dad
Listless he had become, grew impatient
My approaches right or wrong, I was glad
I kept indoors like an eternal in-patient
for, none tried to understand.
Even tried God , Him I trust.
Threw silent prayers...again prayers
They say – a prayer is thanks giving.
It must be a supplication
Never turn it an application
Carrying worries to Him ? –my inner voice
No...Let it go. He destined it so.
Then, I turned my head to you, my next choice
The best choice, Ronny, raise thy brow ?
Doggy, you alone can bring me poise.
Now, I am pouring out my worries
Into thy reticently receptive rectangular head
Like the main channel of a overflowing reservoir
Forcefully falling into focused fathom
You wag your tail? Is it tail ? Or head ?
When an understanding soul is there
We continue riding in one-way
I tend to continue in that vein
Hey, Ronny, What’s that? Tears in thy eyes ?
There...I got my living god.
Composed by Muralidara Kannan
The day’s been impressively amazing
Because everything was entertaining
Birds sang sweetly in shrubs like Hellen
On blossoms lots of bees sought pollen
Bumblebees have been busy like a hussy
Feeling how the day has been shambolic
Because on the path, I heard a heavy truck
That was rolling on the street slowly
Back to the hive, I was very exhausted
In the way that I was unmotivated
Today has been restless and now
Miserable I feel for a quiet morrow
That fetches a sweet day full of hurdles
Thus, we will be cagily flying like turtles
That have no return hope but always dare
And that also I take up is neither truly fair
Life’s honeyed but it’s difficult full at lair
We bear its cynicism to alteration pronto
Sweetness to arise soon we dream on Pluto
Making the itches of bees turn into softness
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
I just wrote this off the top of my head
*proceed with caution*
5-0:
Put your hands up and step away from the electronics. (In 5-0 voice)
*radio into dispatch*
We found him....Sir put your hands up and step away.
*eyeballs room*
(sees electronic crap everywhere)
*Man gets puts hands up stands slowly*
Man says:
'Officer what is going on,, I've done nothing wrong, I haven't even left in days. I know how this looks but, none of this is stolen.....'
5-0:
'Sir, we now have robotic K-9 units and one of the officers accidentally let one out. Our systems were down for a couple days so the GPS couldn't pinpoint it.'
Man says:
'I wondered why he didn't eat or have to use the bathroom. I thought I found the perfect dog. But, why did he come to my house? '
5-0:
'Well sir they program them to fetch the paper and....
*looks out window, yards covered in newspapers*
Sees how you have a ton of them he probably just went by protocal and was trying to fulfill his duty. Did you not notice his collar?'
Man says:
'I thought his name was sonny and it was misprinted.'
5-0:
'Well just glad we found him, let's go Sony'.
*Dog makes no movement, after several attempts, officer radios in that the unit is unresponsive*
5-0:
'Looks like he's just a pile of scrap metal now it's all yours to keep, sorry about all this! '
*gets in car, leaves*
Man says:
'Sony fetch!'
*Dog runs and fetches paper*
Man says:
'Good boy that stupid officer, all these electronics and he didn't think I would know the difference between a dog and a robot dog Haha let alone know how to re-program you to respond to my voice command dam fool's!'
* well played my friends, well played...*
A nurse has washed six patients; it's a busy day,
And now she has just watched a lovely lady die,
Next she’s going to bed-bath the woman next door,
No time for her own needs, can’t let herself cry.
Then on to talk to the new admission, a man,
Ask how he has managed for he lives alone,
Then she prepares the young man for theatre,
Is called to the desk to answer the phone.
It’s the daughter of that patient, who died,
Very gently the nurse gives her the news,
Then quickly walks back down the ward,
In her black tights and flat, silent shoes.
Her friend is back from her break and they chat,
A few words as she prepares to do a dressing,
They're both laughing with the patients
As the men their ages are guessing.
You sweet talking man says the older HCA,
While staff nurse likes the flirting young man,
Although they are both very happily married,
They distract from fear and pain if they can.
Then, quick nurse, they turn check out the bay,
See an old man sliding out of the chair,
His neighbour had called out to alert them,
They prevent his fall by rushing over there.
They pop him to bed, do a set of observations,
BP, pulse, temperature, O2 sats, he looks blue!
Then to the phone to summon the doctor,
No fuss, no panic, the nurse knows what to do.
Pops on oxygen, 2 litres, speeds up the drip,
Documents her findings for the medics to read
Time for my break thank goodness, she thinks
Realises that she feels very thirsty indeed.
Checks that all is OK, the doctor's now here,
She gets halfway to the rest room with her tea,
When a very upset lady arrives; that daughter,
Immediately she takes her into the room to see
Her dead mother. For a moment stays by her side,
Then goes and fetches, gives her own cup of tea,
For it is exactly what the daughter needs
Strong, a splash of milk and sugar spoonfuls three.
Soon the daughter leaves with the information
A bereavement pack and a hug from the nurse
Who then turns once more towards the staff-room,
Sits down, counts out the money in her purse.
She smiles, for she can just about afford it,
For if this busy, long, sad shift ever ends
She is meeting, just outside at eight o’clock,
Going for a well earned night out with friends.
Ignore earthly desires for nation's sake
Freedom of countrymen keeps him awake
Despite mother's care he cares mother country
Orphans they're when leaving military
Rain, snow, thorn are his bed
Parents gave birth for bloodshed
People share employment by religion and caste
Nation neglect them as waste
Election fetches members life long pension
But dedicated soldier earns life tension
Tombs are made for back-up barrens
Scattered corpse of soldiers in battle unknown
Are they not sons of their nation?
For poets it may be an imagination
If military is compulsory for every man
There may be feeling of fellowmen
If so called Gods reside in country’s border
Devotees would guard nation without fear.
My Tortoise started barking
so I took it for a walk,
I put him on a little leash
which made the neighbours talk,
I threw a tiny stick for him
in the local park,
but by the time he brought it back,
it was getting pretty dark,
I taught him how to sit and beg,
give me his front paw,
he goes and fetches all the mail
when it comes through the door,
all the things I've taught him,
are I think pretty swell,
he looks at me, shakes his head
and goes into his shell.
Please bring back paper bags,
I cry in genuine pain.
Those tight wrapped plastic covers
are driving me insane.
With scissors, knives and razor blades,
I hack and cut and snip,
trying to get the product out
from its clinging, shroud like grip.
I think I'm there, its giving way,
I've made a little tear,
I put my finger in and pull,
it jams, its a rabbit snare.
I cannot move my finger,
and worse it starts to bleed,
its got me trapped inside the thing,
but I will not concede.
I wave it round, I give a shake,
I slam it on the bench,
then tighten it up in the workshop vice,
and grab a mole grip wrench.
I jam in a screwdriver,
to ease the hole a bit,
and force the mole grip jaw in,
and wangle it to fit.
The grip now covers my finger,
but I'm too stressed out to see,
I use all my strength to lever the tool,
and shriek when the grip squashes me.
The plastic wrap is still attached,
and I think I might use a saw,
but my fingers are very dear to me
so the idea I quickly withdraw.
My neighbour comes running to aid me,
when my screaming hits top note,
and he sizes things up in a moment,
and fetches a length of rope.
He rigs up a block and tackle,
that he uses on his boat,
and with seaman like knots and rigging,
to the task his skill he devotes.
After greasing my finger all over,
and fixing a hook to the pack,
he calculates the angles and distance,
and on the rope he takes up the slack.
With the rope's end tied round his body,
a shanty he started to chant,
and he heaved as he sang out those stirring words,
that sailors of old did chant.
The rigging was working its magic,
the packet was starting to shift,
and with one final plop I was freed of the thing,
as the pack could no longer resist.
the mundane world rolls on
silently roars the silver ocean
colourless yellow feelings sleep furiously
boundless, free, spread all over
without any contour
and an essence of percolating peace dawns
so ginormous is 'His' creation
ethereal beauty prevails
e v e r y w h e r e
of the 'Unseen, Unknown Architect
How thank 'Him' for his uniqye opus
that fetches eternal ecstasy to mankind?