It was a late night of the lively day, When I returned from the dance theater, I heard a non -stop groaning sound nearby, The sound had come from a ghostly building, I opened the gate of the old mansion, And I found an old wretched mother dog, It was in Godforsaken condition, And it was nearing its menacing grave, I felt grief -stricken on the old mother, What a sad condition the animal had, I wanted to save the mother doggy, I helped the to drink some water, The mom wagged its tail for a reward, In a gossamer way, it was rescued.
The past and the future
A war was coming our way as a patriot, I enlisted
Although I was a bit elderly, I was accepted
sent to a camp, with the rank of sergeant in
charge of the kitchen
When the war ended, I took the bus back to my
village that looked the same as before, and my dog
sat on the steps waiting for me, she wanted to
go for our usual walks in the woods
After half an hour, I called the dog; it was time to
go home, but the dog had disappeared, think she
had run home waiting to let her in, but she and
The village was not there,
Instead of a man with a golf club in his hand, I thought
looked like Trump telling me I was trespassing
But there was a village here, yes, but we got rid of
it when constructing the golf course
He looked at me and said, Are you from the past?
Yes, I am, but this is the future you are in the wrong
place, you'd better go back before your time is over
I walk to where the road and horizon merge
That Got-Dog-It Moment
With star-staring eyes,
that disdained look loudly speaks:
"I got to go squat!"
Deep November,
a shallow time, nonetheless.
The snow is high packed with a cryogenic
amnesia.
Not yet dawn,
a sunken bed
muffles rising thoughts.
An eyelash of cognizance
flits across
thawing synapses.
Then the elastic nature
of sleep and wakefulness
snap alive!
November is howling still,
like a stray dog it scratches at my window -
wanting in.
For a while intelligence is a thorn in my paw.
Outside of the brain, November
is the same,
the darkness is still deep,
and friable as charred bone,
yet by now I am a candle flaring,
a flicker and gleam
within a neuronal time-machine,
and mind-surfing
on an ever-cresting awareness.
the dog next to me in line at K-mart was a Pitbull
The lady behind the counter gave her mean looks so slow
I was horrified when she told me what kind of dog it was
The pouch was rather plain, had no fur, hair or fuzz.
I am terrified of them, but we have to allow them in.
If they have a sign that says it is a service dog, said Jenn.
I knew her name from her badge, she had frizzy red hair.
She nearly went insane when the next service animal was a bear.
Croydons just a new build away
if it wasn't for the once East European office blocks fad
its now inviting human capital
to dwell in jolly new builds
and with the new Westfield proposed
most indigenous inhabitants will sell up.
They knocked down the Warehouse Theatre
to prove barbarians rule.
The Central library feels lobotomised
is it part privatised ?
Nothing lasts or stands for real
in Croydon
its a place with an itch
whatever dog it serves
is your guess.
Ghostly
I sold my house to a Moldavian family
the drawback was they had two small children
the house came with two ghosts
as everyone knows, only children and poets see ghosts.
The children were not afraid they even played
with my dearly departed dog, it was just doing its
the normal routine at night, securing every room at night;
a thing it used to do before the transition.
The problem started when the children told the parents
they claimed I had not told them and demand the house sale
rescinded.
The dog is not the problem when it realizes its nightly
inspection is not needed hiding objects behind the sofa
is no longer amusing it will fade away.
As for the mule, it is not going anywhere, the house
used to be a barn and the living room a stable.
It has been here 90 years, happily munching hay.
You can even smell it on rainy days odour after
a long day, pulling the plough.
The estate agent told me not to worry about a court case
involving ghosts is a lost cause.
I wouldn´t mind if the dog came to the flat startling rats
coming up from the sewer I have to flush several times?
Before sitting down, and keep the lid firmly closed
with a heavy object on top.
The ghost and a Child
I have a recurring dream I hadn´t been to my house for a long time, remember I had been happy
there with my little dog,
we used to walk in the woods, and when I was driving around in my motorbike, she was glad to see me returning.
I took a bus up, the driver didn´t ask me for money and being rather frugal. I was glad.
Outside the house, a little girl was playing, asked her If she liked living here?
Yes, she said, and I have a dog, she said.
The dog came. It was my dog; it didn´t recognize me growled when I called the dog`s name.
Inside the house, a couple were arguing, she said, I hate this house. It gives me the creeps
She sat down where I sat, wriggled a bit (which I liked)
she got up, stroked the seat (which I enjoyed too) but, she was bothered and sat on another chair.
They didn´t see me, I thought they must be blind.
Outside, I asked the little girl if her parents were blind. No, she said, but they can´t see you because
you are a ghost only a child like me can see.
If somebody says that I don't care about my dog, it will be a lie.
On August 18, 2020, I bought my new dog and she's my Sweetie Pie.
She loves to lick my cheeks and my chin.
Hazel loves to lick me over and over again.
Hazel was what her former owner decided to name her.
She is very protective, she always barks at strangers.
I was very scared because Hazel became sick and I thought she might die.
But a vet saved her life and I'm very happy that I didn't lose my Sweetie Pie.
(Dedicated to Hazel, my Chihuahua)
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The resurrection
It was a shoe box, black on the outside and white inside,
I had a puppy dog, it was run over, and it was so very still.
Funeral in our neighbour`s garden, we used the shoe box.
I told my audience how much I missed the dog, and how
funny it had been, sang religious songs and went home.
In the evening we hear a scraping at the kitchen door,
mother investigated, I was afraid of ghosts, in she came
with the puppy and there was a wonder in the air.
The puppy was spayed and lived to be eighteen years.
I know it's there somewhere
Said the dog with a wail
As she runs round in circles
Trying to catch her tail
If I stand quite still .....maybe
It will curl around... I will peep
Sadly being a happy dog it wasn't to be
It is only still.... when she's asleep
Penned 23/08/2017
A day in a Market Town
The café had a big window facing the street, it was almost empty
except for three scientists, they were talking about trees
I noticed a dog running up and down apparently it was lost and
tired of listening to the- none of my business- I walked out spoke to
the dog, come with me to the park plenty of trees there it followed
Me at a distance. In the park I sat down, I had biscuits in my pocket
gave them to the dog, it was thirsty, so I lifted it up so it could
drink water from the fountain, quite happy it ran around and peed
on trees leaving its marks: saying I was here with a human.
The scientists came into the park also now they talked about the string
theory until one said he would rather discuss marine biology
The dog was chasing squirrels as the day seamlessly slid into evening
I walked to the car wondering what to eat tonight would it be
meat cakes with stewed cabbage and boiled potatoes.
A rat in bed
Before going to bed, I was thinking of my dog it liked sleeping
between my neck near the jugular vein, this I think made her
feel like a master of my life and death
In the night I could feel soft fur on my neck switched on the light
it was sleeping soundly mouth half open showing long front teeth,
a bloody big rat had taken the liberty to sleep with me.
First I panicked ran into the living room to find a hammer, but it was
in the shed, back in the bedroom the rat still sleeping ,I grabbed it by
Its tail carried it outside threw it into the street. I didn`t kill it, though,
the blood on the pillow and so on, also in case it had the soul of
my dog that had got a bit confused forgetting it was a vermin now
The Golden Fleece
Today my wife and I went to look at an old people’s home,
the entrance looked hotel like and had a reception and
the girl who manned it wore a starched, white uniform.
She showed us around told us that every room double or
single had a shower and a tea kitchen and fridge.
And that we came to the main room where the patients sat,
sorry they are called guests; it was nice only no one spoke
people with open mouths sat watching telly and the air had
a feeling of despondency and a faint smell of urine.
Sometimes I feel like Jason’s old dog, it remembers his master
In my case my youth, but who is to take care of me now?
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