Some other people’s dogs bite, snarl and snap like turtles on speed.
Our young puppy Beau dances, twirls, and bites his tail as if he’s on weed.
The other dog, Buddy, is a gentle giant, over a hundred pounds of love.
He was sent to us via a dumping, from angels who live well above.
It is no accident that God and Dog have the same three letters.
Beau, our deranged puppy is one of those romantic go-getters.
Being a retriever, he fetches everything – leaves, sticks, or a ball.
We are such dog people, we have four dog beds lying in our hall.
They might want to drink water, so we have six gray water bowls.
Buddy sits calmly while Beau digs enormous muddy burying holes.
They have personalities that keep us excited, they fill us with joy.
They want to eat our slippers and remotes, ignoring every dog toy.
Sloppy hands writing blind,
they can’t see but they feel;
Tracing cursive letters
slowly onto your back,
art bleeds from go getters;
Sloppy hands writing blind,
beauty’s pulled from within;
Dreams in abstract phrases
grace the poet’s chapbook;
Bonfire of heart blazes;
Sloppy hands writing blind
free every primal thought;
Outside the lines and wild
aggressive comes alive;
Melting into self- styled;
Sloppy hands writing blind,
at times in a circle;
Emotions lead the way
but often don’t make sense;
Poet, let yourself play.
Between the politically correct and good sorts,
No contest.
Between the non starters and the go getters,
No contest.
Between the those with context and those out of it,
No contest.
Between the givers and the takers,
No contest.
Between those who swear and those who hit,
No contest.
Between those with ears and those without them,
No contest.
Between those who see and those who can't,
No contest.
Between those with time and those with excuses,
No contest.
Between those who try and those who cry,
No contest.
Between those who throw a ball and those who throw money,
No contest.
Between those with chips on their shoulders and those without them.
No contest.
Between those who take selfies and those who love nature,
No contest.
?
I guess in the old days, rules were made for a reason.
Now, attention getters, fly madly for attention, like leaves
Whirling madly in an autumnal season.
Especially when your once best friend, takes a hammer to God’s
high ceiling to smash your soul.
And their once, high written poetry is now an attraction for egotistical
reasons and goals.
Did you learn to hurt your friends? God always sees you when you act
more perfect than they.
And you ignore or leave them in your selfish arrogant way.
Being righteous must feel horribly yet falsely good!
Like being caught in a winter storm without a coat or
a hood!
3-15-2022
I guess in the old days, rules were made for
a reason.
Now, attention getters gone amuck like
beings in a quiet room with a loud crashing
season.
Especially when your once best friend,
Takes a hammer to God’s high ceiling
of moral class.
And their once, high written poetry is now
an attraction for poetic, immoral trash.
1/17/2022
Dumstruck - Dk
I am dumbstruck by the advent of invention
Not jut in science and technology but also in art and writing
For now I create and share poetry without even knowing
Poetry my first love
Art and craft my next
We are now in an era where time is flying
Good to know we have advanced so much
That malice and greed is no longer that much
Nations are helping
People are learning
Civilizations are changing
People are doing
It’s a good era to be born in
People are awakened to their own potential as human beings
I seldom remember times when we had no computer
Those were times when food and shelter were for go getters
Those fights are not anymore if you do it right
Enjoying the birth of invention
Is a privilege for very many
Let’s not waste them frivolously
Navigating every path and summiting
Every mountain; climbing peaks and
Valleys indefatigably. They don't give up, the...
Epitome of tenacity. Nothing weakens the
Resolve of ambitious go-getters!
Strong-willed and naturally driven to go
After what they put their minds to and never
Yielding to adversity. They thrive instead!
Determined to accomplish any goal, however
Infinitesimal or gigantic, easy or hard.
Endlessly never-say-die in spirit and verve!
Date posted: 07/29/2021
Idlers, like electricity, choose to travel...
the path of least resistance;
meeting "The impossible"
with immediate resignation.
However, the mantra of go-getters:
"Get it done, or perish at the attempt!"
Submitted for...
Bite Size Poem no.10 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written: 07/04/2021
G - Go-getters aren't allowed to grope and mope
R - regretting bad luck has come to stay.
E - Escape comes with a measure of sheer hope
A - accepting whatever comes their way.
T - Tough times find them climbing up a frayed rope.
E - Encouraged by effort, the optimist
S - sees the sun shining behind every cloud.
C - Cope is his middle name and its gist
A - accompanies the belief he has avowed.
P - Prayer plays its part for this realist;
E - earth passes though heaven comes with a shroud.
January 13, 2020
contest: Great Escape Acrostic
host: John Hamilton
It is neat to gaze upon a star;
light shows the way -- God's route.
Adventuring near, adventuring far
affirming persons who doubt.
Light shows the way -- God's route.
My story is that light can infuse each rift
affirming persons who doubt,
forgetting malice which love will lift.
My story is that light can infuse each rift
forgiving faults with peace and joy
forgetting malice which love will lift.
Givers are more blessed than getters, Ahoy!
Forgiving faults with peace and joy
adventuring near, adventuring far.
Givers are more blessed than getters, Ahoy!
It is neat to gaze upon a star.
January 12, 2020, revised Jan. 30, 2020
Major edits since the contest was judged.
Always striving to improve.
THE WINTER CEMETERY
Awaken my nightmare!
Cold, wrinkled skin, eye circles beyond care.
Tears of beautiful snow.
O depths to which they go!
A horse and carriage show.
The gate — a cliff of iron bars, mine heir.
The creak of springs, the box —
ornate, carries my frozen heart, on blocks
of ice — my pretty niece.
Oh shroud of snow, I cease
to live - i have no peace!
O that cancerous gong of Winter clocks!
Wrapped in woolen fetters,
I boldly stare at these money-getters.
The doc misdiagnosed,
and the nurse overdosed.
In an icebox — her ghost.
This cemetery shivers with debtors.
She’ll be buried next to
you, beloved son, youth taken by flu.
I lean on the hard chest.
Winter blooms on my breast.
Dear son, I’ll never rest!
Cold stones, for bounty, as my flames accrue.
12/20/2017
Rhyme Me A Poem Contest
Broken Wings - Sponsor
Blatant Bill Propose
Blatant bill by congress they did propose;
When a weirdo on you grows and grows;
Latest have heard,
Is totally absurd;
Trump has orange hair and nose that glows.
Guess anyone else would call them
attention getters.
Jim Horn
So much time we have wasted here on Earth,
Never living up to the expectations given at birth.
Sitting around all day, just watching the time pass.
Because all you are to that university is a $ sitting in class.
We have the tools to do anything we please.
Countless doors to open, as God has given us the keys.
But we'd rather sit on Netflix binge watching our favorite TV shows.
Weekend after weekend you waste away as the Budweiser flows.
Get out and explore before you're grown and too late.
Soon you'll be old, and have nothing to look back and appreciate.
The clock is ticking, and time waits for no one.
Now go break some rules, get into trouble, and have some real fun.
Driving along
What's that I smell
The daily delight
Of the latest roadkill
From raccoons to possums
In this flattened cuisine
As vultures take lunches
On this finest of dining
Call us the critter getters
Crossing over our paths
Taking them out
As they scurry this way and that
From Bambi to Thumper
And all their forest friends
It does make you wonder
Who you'll run into next
We'll even take out the curious
Who wander on
To that portion of blacktop
To see what's going on
From teetotaling turtles
To slithering snakes
There's not a creature out there
That we won't pancake
So check out the roadkill
If there's still twitch after the thump
Hurry in back
And toss it into the trunk
Because down in the South
There ain't no one can say
That any of us country folk
Let a thing go to waste
Below the Mason Dixon line
If it's fresh enough
We'll take it home ya'll
And have it for lunch
As long as it's fried
There ain't a thing
With cheese grits on the side
That we won't eat
Whenever obstacles arise
Hinders future possibilities
And pin the victim down
To the ground
Dangers of allowing
Obstacles to reduce our zest to life
Endangers our chances of victory and
Slightly rob our happiness
Never succumb to pressures
Of life but keep pushing
Till the new dawn appears
Kill the felling of self-condemnation
Instil positive attitude and face your fears head on
Learn from your predecessor’s mistakes because
Learning from yours might cost you time
You are the champion
Of your destiny
Undoubtedly no one can do it for you, but you
Make each moment count
Arise from the rubble of failure
Keep your goals vivid
Elect strategies that drives you to
Seal the day victorious.
You are the champion
Of your destiny
Undoubtedly no one can do it for you, but you
Start the new day filled with happiness
To fuel daily achievement and
Revitalize your future goals
On the cards for success
Never under estimate yourself
Good things are rewarded to go-getters
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