Dog Fate Poems

a rattler flicking its 
split tongue...gathering
chemical messengers~ Prairie Dog
without a prayer

vulture, periscope downward
navigates a granulate sea, 
follows the wavering flow of tracks~
just over a grilling...

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Enthusiasm, a fickle friend,
Illumining the soul, or chasing an end.

A trumpet call to start the race,
Run with heart, or without a face.

Honoring the master’s call...

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#8:  Time's Up

Renewed, a second, their forevermore,
a bobbing pin rethreads all in red threads,
the pedals are pressed up and down the floor,
the bobbing pin...

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snakes on a wall
rattlers all three
no pictures or any
pretty things
just demon scalps
no
they're not evil
I ate the big one
he was old and rough
three days from pay...

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Who says stop? Road signs, yes. But those who don’t like what is happening. The abused, the neglected, the rejected. Often ladies who don’t want...

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I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence

The following crafted 
approximately midway 
into the administration 
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping...

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I
Proudest of graves as get grey mass of moss, 
Where goats greedily browse young sprouts still green, 
The graves as get grey that had grandeur...

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Joy comes in the morning
The birds await to sing their hymns
After being lonesome in darkness
The whippoorwill has brought 
Them comfort and hope singing
In the stillness...

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A disastrous sunflower,
Poe is hour after hour
now studied the way a murder is
by Alfred Hitchcock or Sherlock Holmes
long-lived even in death, 
he suffers in hell...

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The sun it sat high and so sparkling bright.
The birds were a chorus, an eddy of flight.
I met an old man with a very old...

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When I was a young girl I wanted to find true love, and I thought I knew 
what love was.

But soon I would figure out...

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“Time is a reckless horse galloping away, but those who can tame it can ride on it and reach destinations desirable” By Poet

 
Time, the...

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Wasted verses ushers quirky pathetic oeuvre

HENCE....herewith, 
a post (traumatic) 
stressed disordered poetic whim 
to summarize fantasy
incorrigible lottery dreamer
paradise visage and eyes 
zapping, swatting, and battling...

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an be some people trying
To be them there denying me
As well then then their folks spyin me

Ya Don't  want IT
YOU DON'T WANT THIS 

The...

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