Best Leashes Poems

POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?...

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I just found out two poodles that I bought
were ferrets!  Ay caramba! And guess what?

To make each one resemble less a rat,
they gave them...

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The sun hung low in the sky
And the light was beginning to fade
Maggie the Schnoodle and Jack the Retriever
Stood before me 
Tails wagging
Noses pointing to...

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Magnolia and pink mimosa
garden path with swollen dirt
from pop-up storms.

Cloud cover’s pleasant,
slightly sultry.
I, the adult,
adjure my joints to sport.

Delight of finger flowers,
red trumpet bling,
along the...

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Lacovia road
Here once the bambo trees
Dance like native girls
In native half-nakednesss
And farmers trudge a way
Not so long nor forbidding now
Along the banks where lizards lazed
A...

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When I was just seven, so small
My best friend Jacob, outdid us all
He had a pet Cobra, cool as could be
He forgot to feed it...

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There is a quest
A guess about time
A place to be

With me
If you would
Perhaps 
In a dale or in the wood

Upon the glade
Perchance you would speak
To...

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~There Was a Time~

There was a time when I would look
out over the azure glory of a Michigan lake,
or tear up from the umber-brown beauty
of...

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Batteries Not Included


They sit – idle memories – languishing
crusted filth - a city’s weeping gutters.
Detritus of fast food disposal clings
to scentless bloodied thorns of tear...

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The air was crisp, the trees were bare;
The paths were shoveled clean.
In Central Park today it was
Delightful and serene.

A lonely jogger trotted by;
A nanny pushed...

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Walk along the river bank, lined with poplar trees,
                ...

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"Golden Gift"


sweet life as a golden retriever
a good therapy dog, stress reliever
changing lives I am called Venus de Milo
wagging my tail I shout a huge...

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What is freedom?
The brief period of anarchy between the last tyranny and the next?
Are we free if we cannot see the cage?
Or feel the chains?
What...

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My Kind of town

My town may not be up to par
It may be leagues below most towns by far
May even seem rundown to some earthly...

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LBI, Drifting Sands

Good Morning, Spring.  I know you’re awake.  I see your color rising with the sun.
Through the open balcony door of our...

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