Best Prick Up Poems

We go about our lives as if with no clue
that all around us things on earth are dying
as other “great’ activities we pursue.

Good habits should mean more than simply trying.
For many crimes, mankind should be atoning.
Humankind, BE kind, or you will be crying!

Prick up your...

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Amidst the amazing aroma of the angelic sticks
Cheering along the chants of charismatic priests
Promising on the petals of pearly purity 
You said, "I LOVE YOU" 

During the dreadful dreams of dying waves
Glancing through the glass of dry gloomy grass
Lifting me up into the light of...

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He was only a sheepdog
But his death has bitten 
Into my soul ever since.
As a pup we brought 
Him from his home
In Ireland
Where supernumeraries 
Are drowned
No small   farm needing 
More than one mutt.

His reddish brown brother
 Had been our first choice 
We were...

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Hey buddy, this pooch has got a bone to pick with you -
You’re in the doghouse and we need to talk this through.
So prick up your ears and hear me through to the end -
This language barrier needs some serious work, my friend!
You wonder why...

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Sy Roth - 3 Poems
12/17/20130 Comments
 
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Silence

I’ve dreamt often that she crept deep
Into my cellular structure, 
Some time in the nightfall of my being
And planted deeply into my mitochondrion,
A magical silence pill,
Drowning the kittens of speech
Cloaking the vocal chords in invisibility.

Erased all thought of sharing...

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N-either ear will turn deaf
O-ctober third sunny day; 
R-ighteousness is revealed, 
A-fter you plead and pray.
L-et neither ear turn deaf, 
E-ven if lies do deceive; 
E-agerly listen to the voice of truth that man must receive.

G-ive full attention to God
A-s He teaches His word; 
R-emember...

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Oh great eye of darkness 
Pour down milky glow 
My beacon of brilliance 
Begin the creep show 

Come my precious orb of night
Above the shroud of inky fright
Beam my silent pumpkin moon
Guide us as we mount our brooms

Replete me with impure delight 
So fellow hags...

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It hurts so much to want someone who is just so utterly perfect. 
Too perfect to even compare to ourselves.

The pain is throbbing in your head and your heart, and it's very difficult to tell one apart;
Because well, they both hurt.

And as the confusion sweeps...

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Black dog barked today
Just to let me know
Its presence still exists

Just when I had
Eagerly marked off the calender
All the days it had missed

Was this a warning
I asked myself
Not to get too sure of being free

For as soon 
As I begin to snuggle into happiness
Its ears...

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Ladies and gentlemen from the city!
I have a special proposal for you.
You mustn’t miss the opportunity -
Today I am selling dreams that come true!

Prick up your ears and line up here.              ...

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                      I am...
      quintessential optimism;
         the rainbow you see
  ...

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is the only woman who opens our eyes
so we can see life
under the furrow
gently
the morning undresses from the fog
cows ruminate the piled up grass in front of them
birds sing again
calling each other for bride"s dance,
the snow doesn't want to leave,
a truck god scatters salt on...

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A shout triumphant exudes pure joy
  O'er hill and dale, a bugle call

The fox and hound prick up their ears
  Each cries out ~ distinct, their tears...

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Beneath a galloping wind
I am gathering fallen twigs and
other broken scrub.

Suddenly, head bent to this
thoughtless labor,
I am aware,
now upon my unheeding skin
fox ears prick up.

The pink shells
of seeking fingertips
trace my shoreline.
An ocean spills over
the walls of my heart.

Flocks of Robins shower down,
a gift from the...

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This Love will not hurt anyone.
I am just a dog looking for treats.

This Love does not care,
If, for a while, I’m a bad dog,
or just a typical human
with the usual itches.

I guess we are all spiritual strays.

As love speak to us
let's prick-up our ears,
hearing only:

"Who's...

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