Set the standard don’t follow the leader.
That’s what I was taught as a little girl,
work hard and you can do anything.
This is the land of opportunity,
there is no limit chase a skyscraper!!!
Everyone can obtain the American dream.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
Those red, white, and blue colored eyes
have faded into a jaded palette;
Left without sparkle or ambition
right at the struggle they give up and quit.
The bar has lowered and no one cares,
yet they want to throw stones and axes.
Don’t expect to prosper from the game
renegade geniuses are going to change.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
Love bombs to the unknown mastermind
who found a cure for every form of cancer;
Pulitzer Prize to the one who took humans
interplanetary, until they saw their initials.
If you can’t help than get out of the way,
set the standard don’t follow the sheeple.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
Categories:
dogging, emotions, feelings, humanity, introspection,
Form: Other
My auntie declared she went dogging
I wondered if I should start blogging
But I’ll tell you the truth
She’s walking her puppy Ruth
Not eyeing lovers when she’s jogging!
In memory of Joan
02/02/22
Categories:
dogging, humorous,
Form: Limerick
She was a good dog but at times
she could be a ,
like the way she would look back
when I called her
with a certain demeanor, perhaps borrowed
from my ex-wife.
I wonder sometimes about old souls
and totems and all the other
confusing mishmash that folks
fall back on when a dog looks at you
as if it were taking you for a walk,
and you had better try
a whole lot harder.
Categories:
dogging, poetry,
Form: Free verse
BFN JHD gangster or celebrity
Side of the ride Having fun
Q the smoking Tommy gun
Slick suits and boots wide brimmed hats
Banks go down around these cats
No fear of law no fear at all
Do what they want until they fall
did they all go out in a blaze of glory
Or was there end a different story
Dodging bullets dogging feds
Mega bucks upon there heads
Were they greedy were they lazy
Born to steal or just plan crazy
The Windy City not so pretty
Shootings beatings tough and gritty
live life fast and pay the price
were they naughty were they nice
no remorse and no regret
happy with the end they met
always there for us to see
Their written into history
Categories:
dogging, america, crazy, fear,
Form: Free verse
hey
i just
came
to play
no need
for such
words
you
are a ninety
nine pound
for pound
weakling
throwing
beach sand
and urine
scented litter
in other's
eyes but
i'm better
than that
jeff stop
dogging
my
cat
Categories:
dogging, muse,
Form: I do not know?
It wasn't till I learned to drive
That I could look forward to going on a family trip in the car.
With the spectre of car sickness always dogging me along the way
Waiting to appear at the most inopportune moments.
I remember once being sick over my brothers new suit before
We were even out the gate.
But as soon as I started driving my stomach underwent
A miraculous transformation.
And is now quite definitely cast in iron.
Even when I clean up other people's sick.
There is one trip I still dread
That no amount of driving will keep me from feeling
Sick in stomach and in mind.
It is a trip I never plan on taking
But somehow find myself on even when I know I will find no pleasure there.
Thankfully I now don't very often go down that road
And now when I do common sense prevails
Leading me back home quick smart.
As going on a guilt trip is just plain selfish,
With an accident waiting around every bend.
And no happy ending in sight.
Categories:
dogging, addiction, allusion, anxiety, depression,
Form: Imagism
The Prairie dogging contra versies Oh, the queen of dramaturge absurd this stick stinking stirrer A interdiction of artless showmanship Dramatis personae that’s pure over acting bull in a glass house better left in an outhouse
Categories:
dogging, allusion, angst, emotions, feelings,
Form: Grook
All right, no more Abecedarian again!
Buzz off,
Cut me some slack,
Dogging me,
Entrapping me with a
Form of poetry I am not
Good at,
Hamilton!
I entreat you
Jot down some other forms that won’t
Knock me off my rocker, like
Lyric, Limerick or Lay on
Myth and Mystery,
Narrative, Ninette or Nonet,
Ode, Ottava rima or Sicilian Octave maybe,
Parody, Pastoral or Parable even,
Quatrains or Qasida on
Romantic comedy or Repartee,
Shadow, how about Seharaa, Sestina or Senryu?
Tail-rhyme, Tanka, Triolet, Tetractys or Tyburn even?
Unlike Terza Rima, Terzanelle or
Villanelle and Vaasokht, just have contests on
Wit and Wisdom in form Vers Libre!
Xerox my words, Shadow Hamilton—
Yonder, beyond your vision, in the wings awaits a
Zealous Poet!
~07/01/15
Abecedarian contest by Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
dogging, word play,
Form: Abecedarian
Red #1
Entry #5
2-24-12
Ever since he came into the picture
You stopped talking to me
You abandoned me
Now I'm all alone
Your friend has had me overthrown
He's dogging me like I'm not a friends of yours
I had a crush
I blushed
Why did I ever like you?
You're irresistible
You're irreplaceable
You act like you're unavailable
I wanna woo you
I can't stop thinking about you
I can't keep you out of my head
But my subconscious is telling me that you're better off dead
Categories:
dogging, addiction, conflict, crush, dedication,
Form: Free verse
DOG DAYS
The heat of summer keeps coming after me
Like a dog hounding me to a sweat
Growling with thunderous fury before the storm
Lashes my face
If I run from one place too hot
He trails me to my cooler lair
Dogging my heels
Panting, tongue out, I reel in torture
Can’t shake him off
...................................................................................................
Note
This is all about my hatred of hot weather. I just live for the arrival of winter.
The title is an expression meaning very hot days, referring to the idea that the sun
is in the same part of the sky as the brightest star in the sky, Sirius, the “Dog Star”,
and the two shining bodies supposedly produce extra heat.
Categories:
dogging, dog, weather,
Form: Free verse
Dogging the Walk
by Odin Roark
Yes
Like so many things
Humans got that wrong too
Check it out
To walk a dog
Suggests
A tether with a human first
Dog second
Like walking a kid
Or grandma
Or pouting mate
All have tethers (gender be damned)
A connection putting the walker
Up front
Leading the walked behind
Occasionally loping to the side
Depending on sobriety or age
Now as to dogs
The walker’s tether extends
Forward
Pulling
Jerking
At times
Jettisoning not the walked
But the walker
So next time
Get it right
Say it accurate
Walking the dog
Wrong
Dogging the walk
Right
Earth to Mars
This is the Tolbert Report
Signing off for today
More of earth’s backward living tomorrow…
Assuming they survive
Categories:
dogging, sorry,
Form: Free verse
I Walked in shadow
Lost and alone
Demons dogging every step
Intoxicated with sorrow
Taking over
becoming she
IS she
In the shadow friends come
Blind to my demon
Sightless to being
Becoming invisable
wailing at friends , See me !!
But still nothing
recognition gone
Light snuffed out
No flicker of hope ..
Refused to see
Or be seen
I Forgot the girl
the woman
My denial the daughter
And sister
Hated to be she
Drowning in misery
Shadowed in cloaks of sorrow
Hiding in the halls of misery
Suffering the demon
Witnessing hell
Evolving into Purah
Sorrow’s own nobility
An old man
relic of better times
See’s the demon !!!
Tempt’s the demon
purifing light
burning and fighting
The princess is dethroned
Caste into the pit of hell
Seeking and searching
The next victim
Sadly she will find
I am aware blooming
A glimmer of a smile
A spark of iris
my Hope life
Sorrow a shadow forever
But forgotten
So is as neverwas
Categories:
dogging, depression, introspection, lifehope,
Form: I do not know?
I am far older than these years that haunt me
dogging my heels with too many mistakes
a lifetime of missed steps and wrong paths
merry-go-round circles
forever leading me back to where I started
holding the fractured pieces of my broken heart
I’ve scratched my sins into the palms of my hands
burning the screaming pictures of pain
into my mind
movie scenes of what I could have done
should have done
didn't do
No matter what you say
I don't think its okay
how could it be?
Broken and battered
this little girl with the green eyes
and the hair falling into her face
hiding behind a smile that fools even the best
but the tears still fall in the dark
where no one else can see them
the scars of yesterdays
burning traces down my cheeks
leaving their evidence behind
sitting on the floor with all the little pieces of me
fitting this one into that one
reconstructing the puzzle of me
you plant my feet on the ground and steer me
where I need to go
Maybe I'm no longer lost among the clouds
and I think if I could see me
the way you see me
things just might not fall apart this time
Categories:
dogging, angst, confusion, life, lost
Form: Lyric
When a person is sailing a Boat,
To stick in one’s throat,
To win someone’s spurs,
To change one’s spots.
When a person is sailing a Boat,
Roaring success for increasing hot,
To stab in someone’s back,
That is already on a track.
When a person is sailing a Boat,
A house of cards hot-dogging a slot,
A stamp collector to spring to mind,
To go with the stream he has behind.
When a person is sailing a Boat,
To take someone’s out of themselves coat,
To heap coals of fire on someone’s head,
A person can enjoy if he is alive not dead.
Categories:
dogging, caregiving, devotion, faith, imagination,
Form: Blank verse
How they toiled, from first light,
Shrugging off the slurried sleep,
Aching from a bed of feathers
To cold and draining shades of night,
Dogging the waking ritual.
For the generations gone and those to be,
Paying dues with loss of youth,
Sweating living blood and tears
For their just morality
That drove the future dreams.
Did they expect, in labour's clutch,
Straining spines on torture racks,
Feeding selflessly the mouths,
The twilight years would not mean much,
Wasted under house arrest?
Is all forgotten, hurled away,
Winding down a deathly coil,
A tedious solitude of age,
Facing nothing but the soil
Calling their arcane bones?
They who lived, arose before
Twinklings in the parent eyes,
To whom we owe our very lives,
Not deserving something more
Than palliative care?
How they toiled and time would leech;
Fell then prey to our disdain,
Impatience and indifference
To the lessons they could teach
And the tales they have to tell.
Categories:
dogging, caregiving, history, nostalgia, people,
Form: I do not know?
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