You lied
I cried
Lie low
Hello
My dear
Her rear
Was flake
You snake
Slitter
Hitter
Batter
Scatter
Foul balls
Who falls
I did
You squid
I plea
Leave me
Your eyes
Like pies
And sweets
And tweets
That sing
And bling
That sate
Your plate
Without
A doubt
Peter
Cheater
Pumpin
Bumpkin
Bowwow
Chow Chow
It's clear
Leave here
connie pachecho
1/12/25
Note-A prelude to this poem, "If I Were Your Love," dated 5/1/23.
We are the Fonzie cats, we are slick and cool.
We sneak food from restaurants, we sneak out of school.
We are all of that, the dog’s bowwow and the cat’s meow.
When you hear a ruckus, we are on the prowl!
We are Fonzie Cats, don’t wear out our name.
You can give us respect; the alley is fair game.
We sneak around at night, we are out of sight.
We are the Fonzie Cats, and we know where it’s at!
Creation was created out of nothing.
I look out the window,
see lots of somethings.
My dog knows that time is a dimension,
his NOW extends to other time lines;
- the now, past and future. Bowwow.
It’s his nose you see.
The lady in the 7/11 hands me some change,
I mean both 'hand' and ‘handed’ me,
because if time is a dimension the past remains.
Somewhere also
the change is seeking my open hand.
I am not there at the 7/11 now,
yet I am, even though
the shop may no longer exist here
it still does there.
The past does not agree with its non-existence.
Regarding creation being created from nothing,
then what created that nothing?
What was that womb of potentiality?
Maybe even who?
My dog grins,
I know he thinks I think too much.
What dog? He died long ago,
but…………
I am afraid to get close to people
Because I may have to say, ‘Goodbye’
It brings me back sad memories.
I said, ‘Goodbye’ to my brother
My best friend
When I was 10
I said ‘Goodbye’ to my dog
Another best friend
When I was 14
I said. ‘Goodbye’ to my father
When I was 14.
I never saw them again.
Then I said, ‘Goodbye’ to my mother
When I was 16.
When I came to America
I moved all over the country
I said, ‘Good byes’ to many of my friends
Goodbye, John
Goodbye, Jane
Goodbye, Bowwow
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Why do I have to say
So many goodbyes?
It hurts
Now I am in my twilight years
Waiting for God
To call me home
Will I get to see my loved ones
When I cross the bridge
Of no return
At a place called Heaven?
I sure hope so
It will be so nice
To see them again
once an old dog named percy
licked a farmer quite slurply
then a homeless cow
with mimicked bowwow
licked them both without mercy.
He was singing Wynette's "Stand by your man"
Bluebirds are busy feeding their young
The sun is taking a siesta behind a cloud
BowWow is portraying Like Mike on TV
An orphan needs a loving family today
BowWow is portraying Like Mike on TV
The world seems upside down tonight
An orphan needs a loving family today
The sun is taking a siesta behind a cloud
The world seems upside down tonight
He was singing Wynette's "Stand by your man"
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