Hounds Poems - Poems about Hounds

Heard my dad mutter, a hundred greenbacks, you trying to give me a heart attack. For that much money, truth be told, that dog of yours had better crap gold. Then dad hemmed and hawed, grumbled and guffawed, Wiped his lips and said with a smile, “Just let me chew on it for a while.” Pretty soon dad stood and said, how about...

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Animal Poems 3 These poems about animals include man's best friend, dogs, as well as cats, hamsters, whales, sea lions, caterpillars, butterflies, and even snails! Hell-Bound Hounds by Michael R. Burch We have five dogs and every one’s a sinner! I swear it’s true—they’ll steal each other’s dinner! They’ll hump before they’re married. That’s unlawful! They’ll even screw in public. Eek,...

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Carolina home In the great Palmetto State Place where I was born Boy was free to roam On a ninety-acre farm Free from fear and harm In dirt, sand or mud We sandlappers had it all To work, play, or brawl Turning the dark dirt Putting the hounds on the trail Tussling with cousins Having dirt clog fights Making toys out of pine bark Plowing fertile fields Running through the...

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Lamenting land of broken hearts left to bleed Mahogany misery loves company on bone beach Seas of skeletons once were hearts on sleeves Littering black sands like sea shells knee deep See here the hand that was severed for theft Stealing for reasons to feed others and self Now a part of bone beaches black sand And in the sinful world is...

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A government of feral Jackals The masses bound with chains and shackles They infect us all with fear and lies Empty promises from empty eyes As our lives move and rearranges We struggle on while nothing changes They sympathize with our frustrations Then hound us all for more donations They say it with such sincerity But it's just...

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my husband and I both like to keep weird hours we can be up all night or part of the night and be happy during the day until a delivery man comes and the hounds of hell begin their braying we have two large dogs with barking voices they do not like strangers the delivery man runs from the scene thinking they are at...

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I settle not within the belly of the tempest nor shall I surrender to the hounds of hellebore foreshadowing the darkest whims I can only bare to think are mine once more unbound in drowning night. For upon my breast I must attest a luminary’s heart shall fight forevermore. ...

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"When the demons of hell send out their call - do they mention you by name ? Are you fearful in their presence - or do you love to play their game ? Do they come because they haunt you - or because you invite them in ? Are...

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In the depths where the hounds of nonexistence bark, Vigilant guardians of silent eternity, On the land of somber undulation, the dogs of death howl relentlessly, They are the keepers of the secret in the tattered webs of time. I hear their deep cry and recognize their feeble sentence, Rainhearted, we cannot delay the ferocity of death. Even if we strive...

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There’s a howling in the air tonight A baying at the moon For the hound is running free again And his voice has joined the tune Of a thousand other voices That echo through the years And a certain blue-tick calling – She’s calling through my tears They’re in the backwoods running now Like in a younger age Baying on the trail with joy As they...

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quick brown urban fox dodges howling hounds from hell crossing motorway...

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Hounds are around They want to hunt, Real film real stunt.....

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hounds across the creek have something bayed.... brown thrasher lands ...

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My slumber knows no measure... There be no sleep for me. The hounds are barking through the night For immortality. I toss them a leg of hubris And a banal cliche for slight effect. But their hunger goes unsated... I lay waste my self-respect. A few platitudes and twaddle Are quickly gobbled by the beasts. I make an honest effort at contrition To give aid to...

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Summer’s almost over - that convalescent state where successive modes of pleasure were the order of the day. Now fall commands awakening - drive simplicity away! The hounds of hell are yelping that it’s time to banish play. They cry “forget unscheduled hours that owned no share of care - the virtual halls are scheduled and we’ll soon see you there.” No apotropaic...

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