Best Let Sleeping Dogs Lie Poems
"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”
Let sleeping dogs lie
Don't get tripped by their feet
They come awake with a snarl,
and might think that you're meat.
Mischievous Cats
Bella and Shadow nestled in their woven beds on the cat tree.
Bella stretches out her legs and purrs.
"Psst, Psst. Hey, Shadow, are you up for some fun?"
"Sure!” Shadow purred, "What do you have in mind?"
"Let's go tease Peeddie.
Let's see how far he can stretch from his leash.
He is always eager to see us come near;
a stretch from his leash, whip lash for him."
Together, bolting for the stairs, they waited, looking around.
Out the pet door they hurried, down the porch steps and started across the yard.
Shadow caught up with Bella.
They crept ahead with a mission, staying low, using the bushes for cover.
Peeddie lies basking in the sun sleepy against a stake driven firmly into the ground, instead of his pillow inside his home.
Bella and Shadow creep forward through the mulch beneath the bushes,
a twig snapped off to one side.
Bella stared at Shadow and whispered,
"Hush! We don't want to warn Peeddie we're close."
Peedie, arose when he heard the snap, saw the two cats,
with precision, unleash his position.
"Uh-Oh!" Bella hissed and spat.
"W-h-a-t? Oh my gosh! ", Shadow said.
Somersaulted back home; for it had rain the night before and the ground became so soft, Peeddie had pulled out the stake.
Bella and Shadow bolted across the yard back through the pet door up the stairs.
They found out it was better to sleep like a mouse and let sleeping dogs lie.
Moral of the story,
Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.
07~10~16
‘Let the past be’ he said
Why disturb peace
Why not let sleeping dogs lie
Why awaken the dead
Why dig old skeletons
For you can’t stand the omen.
Why not cherish tomorrow,
Why not anticipate for the future
For there’s much to look for
To correct the past mistakes
To create new life
To wave path for the next generation.
What’s done is done
You can’t spill over split milk
And you can’t change the past mistakes
But can forbid the repetition thereof
And let bygones be bygones.
Yesterday is gone
And it remain in the past
For all that happened
Simply let it go
And concentrate ‘rather’
On the future
For the past is history.
My ancestors came here long ago
Tough and strong not weak
But somewhere down along the line
Something went terribly wrong
And now I have to sit here and deal with my legacy
Of not what I thought it would be
Not where I choose to be right now
The legacy that’s me.
I can’t escape the past
The memories seem to last
Of the horrors of what has come before
The graveyard is the place
I can see it on my face
My family’s legacy of suicide
is haunting me.
My generational legacy
Is it going to kill me
Or will it just let sleeping dogs lie
And allow me to exist
Will it allow me to just to see
The me that I am meant to be
To live beyond my years
To grow beyond the tears
To handle all my fears
To defy what could have been
My legacy.
(November 13, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Pride and Prejudice A Dog’s Tale
Simply scratching is really not fair
said King Kong to the mut in his lair
you’ve laid down with me’s
and I’m covered with fleas
Now, Fay Wray will end our affair!
Oh well, said the pink Pomeranian
Find a pet, a bit, more pedestrian
Let sleeping dogs lie
too near to your thigh
or go for a prize more Wagnerian!
Brunhilda you see cares not if you’ve fleas
for horned helmets has she’s for releases
She’ll scratch your back
when fleas attack
That Fay Wray lacks tact and she sneezes!
~Lie down with dogs, wake up with fleas
~~Let sleeping dogs lie
*The 1933 original version of King Kong
stared actist Faye Wray as the apes girlfriend.
**A pomeranian is a long haired German dog.
***Wagner is a German composer who wrote The Ride of the Valkyries
Brünnhilde is one of the eight valkyrie sisters, commonly seen
in horned helmets who bring souls to Valhala.
Carpe Diem, seize the day
Live by the rules of the game you play
The world is your oyster, enjoy the ride
When the going gets tough, look on the bright side
Silence is golden, take that to the bank
Put that in your pipe while smoke screens draw blank
Though money makes the world go round
Speak louder through actions than through sound
Empty vessels make the most noise
Best medicine, laughter, daily poise
Fool me once means shame on you
Shame on me, that’s fooled times two
Follow your heart, reach for the stars
Dreams come true, firefly jars
A bird in hand is worth two in a bush
When push comes to shove, shove comes to push
A stitch in time always saves nine
As luck still favors prepared minds
Fortune favors the brave at heart
Every ending once had a start
Live your life without regret
‘Tis better to forgive and to forget
We’re proned to get as hard as we give
Throw stones in the glass houses we live
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch
Two birds with one stone, that’s quite a catch
A rolling stone gathers no moss
Too many cooks spoil the broth
Just try again if you don’t succeed
And don’t believe everything you read
Make every experience educational
To think twice before speaking is critical
Let sleeping dogs lie I always say
Cause every dog will have his day
To be taught new tricks no matter the age
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Two heads they say is better than one
Violence isn’t always the key my son
Beggars can’t choose, that much we know
More haste less speed, no time to grow
When seams come undone, it’s cause for concern
We are what we are, we live what we learn
When someone is broken
Don't use words to break them more
For the cracks are all ready exposed
And can hold no more
Sometimes what's holding
Is thinner than hair
Used bubble gum
Burnt wax
Something barely there
Breakage comes from many things
Old age, illness, addiction
Sometimes your just tired
Have little fight left inside
So watch for those signs
Let sleeping dogs lie
Because sometimes all it takes
Is one thing to break the camels back
When fighting clawing climbing
Barely putting one foot in front of another
The hardest thing to do is get back up
Be careful what you say
You never know sometimes
Just how close to that edge
How far to the end
Of the rope they hang
Disguise is easy to pretend
All is well when it isn't
Not showing weakness
Is a learned behavior
Trying to be a survivor
And dig is exhausting
And sleep is all that's needed
Permanent or not
Be careful with your words
Sticks and stones
Is a fallacy
Made up by someone broken
Itchy Palms
Gold that shone
Is now gone
Yellow at heart
By fear stricken
Acts the chicken
Roadrunner
Have the ability
To show agility
Dream Catcher
I was told
To be bold
The Grim Reaper
Without a face
Dictates the pace
Let sleeping dogs lie
I slept instead
Beside the bed
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Six-Word Couplet Series Encore
Hosted by Mark Toney
Placed 2nd
17th October 2018
Everyone harbors a tattered fleet of bygones in dock
Old scores and sores of direct hits we've sustained
In past long gone battles and tussles, well past o'clock
But held as bygone mementos, your slate unclean and stained.
Forgiveness should not forget, but should move on.
Let sleeping dogs lie, let bygones lie and be bygones.
What's done can't be undone, let it be dusted and gone.
Bury your bygones deep, so your future is not cluttered with cons.
People you know and meet will tattle and tell on friends
Gossip truths and whoppers about what they have done wrong
But how does that help to make up, move on with amends
When the legacy of the past lingers, but should be long gone.
Like cartoon balloons, or stickies, bygones not gone
Pop up with messages, above friends, about who did what to whom.
Clean the slate, clean the desks, restart with blank icon
Having processed and churned over a past, rendered in salt, a plume.
Resolve to build resilience to cope with what's past
Expand your social engagement, divorce your bygones to past mast nailed
Set bygones adrift to be dashed in storms offshore, your harbor clean at last
To welcome fresh blow-ins with 'let's make up' blazoned on sail.
The unknown is always buried
Life is always hurried
Laziness is not inherited
A man of color is still much hated
Is trust jaded?
Will Saddam Hussein ever be charged?
Ask Bush if Osama Bin Laden will ever be captured.
Will the truth ever be told or exposed.
Peace in this life time will never be pursued.
Children of the millennium seem dazed and confused.
Why does America allow drugs in but don’t help the abused.
Has democracy disappeared?
Is the existence of Alqueda or terrorism what’s really feared?
Let sleeping dogs lie, don’t let them be awaken.
Because the wild can never be the tamed.
Fools and criminals are never ashamed.
Psalm 139:11-12 If I say, 'Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night
around me,' even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
Isaiah 59:2 But your iniquities have separated you from your God; your sins have hidden
his face from you, so that he will not hear.
Snug in the corner I saw the lad lie,
Fire in his belly, a cork in his eye;
And wordlessly sleeping, a-snooze in his bed,
His words, when awakened, go straight to your head.
Alluring to look at, golden is he,
There when you need him as sure as can be;
And anxious to aid you, he doesn't think twice,
The cost of his concert, your soul is the price.
Then, tell him to go now, bid him goodbye;
Leave him to slumber, let sleeping dogs lie!
Tell him his concord you are shooing away,
The lad with the nostrum may no longer stay.
Well! time he was leaving so, show him the door!
A flagon of whiskey a-smash on the floor.
I wave as you pass by the roadside
But your eyes are only focused on what you see ahead
You can't see what's on the side
I call out to you but you got your music so loud
You can't hear any other so sound
Frustrated i walk away
Kicking them pebbles along the way
Trying to forget my unsucessful play
With my head low i contemplate upon my fate
If only he could see me,
See me for me and not someone along the road
See me for me and not some random person he knows
If only he could see me, i sigh
So today i thought id try again
But it seems i tripped and fell
Course he asked but i choked on my words
Even the smallest of things was hard to tell
I knew changing the topic wouldn't work
Inside i hoped that he got the message
Its never to difficult to decipher this kind
Or maybe its just me and my weird mind
Maybe thats why i hide away in my shell
Though i truly want him see and tell
That there is more to what words can say
A glance in the eye could pave the way
To get a glimpse of what's hidden within
But still, i get the feeling that he already knows
Or maybe its just me and my wierd mind
Anyway better let sleeping dogs lie
Maybe they will wake in time
To sound the alarm of the one who comes uninvited
And makes a home in what was rendered desolate
Bringing life to the broken ground
and cover its nakedness with a sheet of fresh grass
How i wish that day was here
There is no need to explain more
Reading between these line is more than enough to catch the flow
And just maybe you would ride along
And meet me where the currents collide.
Better let sleeping dogs lie
Just in case
They were to open one eye
Stare at my face
Not like what they see
And take a bite of me
JaCkeD iN tHe hOuSe thaT wAS wAck BUILT
I went to a house which was not a house I opened a door that was not a door and what I saw I saw.
Broken mirrors in the attic, addict reflecting addict, each one staring back emphatic, while bouncing off the wall.
Let sleeping dogs lie if they can't tell the truth, turn a lazy blind eye and taste a rotten tooth.
Perhaps the one eyed cat has an untold story to tell, about the hitchhiker puffing pipe dreams with horrific fairy tales to tell.
Once upon times ending tragically ever after, in the diary in calligraphy written cursed with complacency for disaster.
The audacity of such blasphemy the revelations in the fabrications enthralled with blurry vision the misspelled writing's on the wall.
It's not fantastic fantasies it's unfathomable realities, the ungrateful and unfaithful deny the truth even when they see the proof.
It sounds paranoid and ridiculous maybe fictitiously inconspicuous that I believe the bastards out to get me but maybe you should believe it too.
Because you may or may not believe in the devil, some don't and some do,believe it or not the one thing that's certain, THE DEVIL DAMN SURE BELIEVES IN YOU. I closed a door that was not a door, I went hence forth from a house which was not a house, and what I've seen can't be unseen.