Best Mongrel Poems

Sit with me.
Sit with me, ragged feral,
do not be afraid,
fight for no space uncertain,
you will be soothed, you will be safe,
you only need sit with...

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He’s just a dog, a mongrel pup that fitted in me hand,
short haired, tan and white, with needs of high demand,
he’s whingy and he’s whiny,...

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Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf...

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Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be
who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke
But no man would...

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“And you call yourself a bloody cook”, this mongrel shearer said.
“I oughta ram this rubbish down yer’ throat, it’ll kill a bloke stone dead.”
He’s talking...

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The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
The whalebone corset dug into the body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of...

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the ever helpful angels,
we meet along the way,
ones who will pick you up,
till you are happy, bloody aye,

boot the black dog up the Kyber pass,
and...

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Across the ridges, flats and ranges, in print, on radio and stages,
you may hear this tale wherever you may go.
Sometimes a stranger may confide, about...

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Here’s a short poem for the blind among us, 
A poem that’s written in braille,
A poem that hopes to enlighten the world, 
A short unique,...

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Barefoot on the paving slab chill, concrete
feet feel frostbite emanations in their callused souls;
rooftop mystique clamours silent slate triangles,
perched the stray cat observers, red-eyes smoking...

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WOMAN IN CHAINS.
Remember, when I was ‘the thing?’
When I was a chair, just there, with the remote on your coffee table, the cup of coffee...

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“I feel my life so empty. It is preferable to fill a tomb to being doomed to live out a life that is empty” ~...

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Written: Mars 1st, 2024
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Spring sonata serenades a zest of love bloom
Daffodils dance,...

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“Wandering through empty and crowded streets with no destination in sight and sleeping under the sky with the fire burning inside was my life, the...

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BETRAYER of worlds, EVIL mongrel, you 
REEK of the poison which delivers one 
Final BLOW to my buzzing brain. 
Alone, I shall survive, as I...

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