Best Yip Poems

The golden orb fades beyond the far ridge of trees, 
purple dusk wins the fight
The cold settles in the marrow of the bone

The long lonely trail calls my name

Twilight trail winds amongst the spruce
Dogs surge forward smelling home, respite
The final upwelling seeking sanctuary

The long lonely...

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CANIDS

The Fox

with cat-like slit eyes
lurking near the hen house. . . .
meow-less creature

Chihuahua-like ears
catch a sound in the bushes. . . .
hens can rest easy

a small rat scurries
with that vixen in pursuit . . . 
it’s fast-food tonight

Coyotes

song of the desert -
long howls declare “I...

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The nights are still and quiet,
Until you listen to the silence.
It's then the parts that make the whole
Are clear for ears to hold.
Like cream from milk
They separate and give us
Something to savor,,,
Each are ingredients in the recipe
That makes the sound of summer.

A dog is barking...

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The cow lows to her baby as night falls
A cricket gaily chirps there is nothing wrong

A little frog croaks as I walk by the stream
A whip-poor-will calls from a near by grove of trees

A screech of the eagle as he balances on the wind
The yip...

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>>>>>>>>>  She was a tappin' to rhythmic tunes...
                                   those Mississippi...

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Naked as the day of my birth, I lay upon the floor
coverless and chill, eyes fluttering, closed, yet aware... 
inwardly I stare, counting chest rises, in despair.
My fear of onward life is more than I can ignore.
Outside, a fluttering of wings seeking to explore,
the haunting...

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Narrator:  I take you now inside the mind of a ten year old miniature Eskimo dog who
 lives happily inside a Rambler house with a fenced back yard that serves as his special 
area to periodically run freely when his “favorite person”(Love) puts him...

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-I have a dilapidate imagination,
-My mental improprieties describe my intense self-incrimination.

-The accused are my thoughts and mind.
-The truly faulted is my behavior, unrefined.
-I am undefined.
-Because my self-interpretations are blind.

-There is no way to explain nor describe who, what, or when I may or may not...

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His Hide Was Too Wide
                                
In jolly old England, Sir Henry, his lordship looked...

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You scan the sky for the spectacular sight 
that nature bestows on ones eyes
the unbelievable beauty of golden eagles in flight
as it flies , soaring, dipping and diving his eyes scan the countryside
for any small movement which brings him swooping down.

This pair have been together...

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"A Cowboy Christmas" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Frere Jacques".

Christmas morning, Christmas morning,
'Neath the tree, 'neath the tree,
I found a hobby horse,
I found a hobby horse,
Giddyup, yip-pee!
Giddyup, yip-pee!...

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She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues,
step-pin' out, in her sexy...
cowgirl leather boots, red white & blue,
We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so - hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...
Funny curlers too, upon...
her head-for...

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“Whatever you say, Dear”,
Seemed like a safe thing to say;
It’s a harmless enough little line.

“Whatever you say, Dear”;
I was repeating every day;
Got me out of trouble all of the time.

It didn’t even matter that I never heard a word
Or even knew what the topic might...

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          coyote pups yip
waiting for mother's catch....
female quail searches                   ...

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Birth naked as the day, I lay upon the floor
cover less, chill, eyes fluttering, closed, aware... 
inward I stare, counting chest rises, in despair.
Fear of onward life is more than I can ignore.
Outside, a flutter of wings seeks to explore,
the haunting howl of wolf, mating...

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