Rain Dog Poems

Big yellow buses, on days when it rains,
Olympus for chips, then waiting for trains,
Long summer evenings, with walks in the park,
Town Hall, tall chimneys, a...

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The house used to be warm when they were all home 
Not the house is gone and I'm all alone 
A stray on the street...

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Aged man walks on the busy street
Beyond his ability to cross
Cane in hand, old friends he needs to meet
Delayed by rain, worried about loss

Earlier, he...

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Soon, the sun was lying low, a bright full moon was now on show
Santa switched on Walnut’s glow… “Ho Ho Ho and away we go.”
Walnut...

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My endeavour to change the weather is something i can never.
My dog needs to pee, really needs a wee,looks at the rain n stares at...

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His incendiary comments
Ignited a conflagration
Concerning the dangers
Of “smokeless” tobacco

It’s the same look
Like the one the dogs get
When they hear the leash rattle
The eyes focus and...

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I envy my dog at times and for many reasons.

He eats and sleeps under my roof
yet never contributes a penny towards 
his upkeep or my...

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If I wasn't there,
the rain swollen clouds
would have still dumped 
their dark weight over the bay
and through a gaping tear,
let down a curtain of sunlight
to...

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See them walking up and down the picketing line with a sign reaching up to the divine; see them shouting from the back of the...

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I’ll whimper, cower and tremble
under this chair I shall reside
Because the storm’s angry rumble
will make me quiver, shake and hide

I will bury my head and...

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I was a prominent theoretical physicist, relying upon beautiful mathematics,
Like devout gardeners everywhere, rely on butterscotch sunshine dramatics.

Rose days were spent inventing theories, to address...

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Every girl and every fella
Open up your big umbrella
It's going to rain for sure
Not wet drops, but fluffy fur

Little kittens falling down
Landing safely on the...

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His collection of frayed, stained, flannel shirts is a library of memories.  His granddaughter once asked him: “Papa, why’d you wear that shirt?”. ...

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My heart is heavy and my eyes can’t see
I’m at peace though… she’ll live for eternity 
Greeted me at the door each and every day
Helped...

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Amidst the weeping rain,

the hours refuse to move

as if they feel hard to bear

everything stagnated

adding more to strain and pain.



In this pit dark new moon...

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