You'd better take care whom you choose as a mark.
For this old dog’s bite is much worse than his bark.
If you’re going to poke him best have a long stick,
‘Cause this here old dog, well, he’s got some new tricks.
It is better for you to let sleeping dogs lie.
There’s still lots of fight left, but go on and try.
If you light the fuse know you'll find a short wick,
And this here old dog, well, he’s got some new tricks.
It's not the dog's size but the size of the fight.
Don’t laugh at the bark or you will feel the bite.
Don't push him too far ‘cause some things you can’t fix,
And this here old dog, well, he’s got some new tricks.
If you see the old dog, best leave him alone.
He’s watching you close so you don’t take his bone.
If you mess around you will find out right quick
That this here old dog, well, he’s got some new tricks.
Jerry’s on his holidays
So Tom‘s left all alone
Maybe Spike would be his friend
But Tom can’t find a bone
That great big sleeping bulldog
Often dreams of roasted cat
If Tom Cat wants to be his friend…
Well, best of luck with that
So Tom tapped Spike’s left shoulder
Then he yelped an awful cry
Tom’s tail was chomped and that’s what’s meant
By ‘Let sleeping dogs lie.’
I The spice of life
Lasr twenty years and there’s no halt,
In all my matters you find fault…
One more dear, be quite clear,
Twenty and one more year,
And we are counting still,
You take it when I deal,
Tell me if you have any alt.
II Rebirth
Where in the hell, have you gone dead?
Here, dear, the husband showed his head.
If there be a rebirth,
This was fastest on Earth,
And made quicker thanks to wife’s dread!
III Let sleeping dogs lie
A portrait painter to a man:
Your wife so alive paint I can,
You’ll feel, she just would walk
To you and start to talk….
Let sleeping dogs lie now and then.
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Limericks |01.08.2023|marriage, humour
Poet’s note: These limericks give the taste of a peculiar salt called Indian marriage. It often rubs in the wounds, but still the spice of life all the same. Yea, the ‘life’ of married life without which marriage would look pale. It is this salt that marriages last here. As to the third limerick, here is an apology to my female poet friends. As you know well, poetry is not something to be taken literally. A metaphor’s tone and tenor is not for literal transfer.
Snug in the corner I saw the lad lie,
Fire in his belly, a cork in his eye;
And wordlessly sleeping, a-snooze in his bed,
His words, when awakened, go straight to your head.
Alluring to look at, golden is he,
There when you need him as sure as can be;
And anxious to aid you, he doesn't think twice,
The cost of his concert, your soul is the price.
Then, tell him to go now, bid him goodbye;
Leave him to slumber, let sleeping dogs lie!
Tell him his concord you are shooing away,
The lad with the nostrum may no longer stay.
Well! time he was leaving so, show him the door!
A flagon of whiskey a-smash on the floor.
It's all fake
For "God's" sake
Can't they see
They've made a mistake
They've told many lies
No surprise
Don't they realise
People die
It's not fair
Because I dare
To declare
That I don't care
For those out there
I have my say
Everyday
Waving all concerns away
I have a life of bliss
Others opinions, I resist
If only they would desist
And let sleeping dogs lie
Golf I play
Everyday
It helps to keep
Those dogs at bay
It's all fake
For "God's" sake
One day they'll see
Who's made the mistake
hanging on to nothing
like clouds in the sky
music in the air
tears of goodbye
holding on to nothing
like fear on a dare
rocks at the bottom
light on a glare
the truth is unspoken
Let sleeping dogs lie
where is your empathy
when leaving one to die
cast doubt like stones
Remain sure of your choices
Don't loose your way
While finding your voice
When everything is gone
Nothing will remain
Tempting and trying
Yet still the same
Itchy Palms
Gold that shone
Is now gone
Yellow at heart
By fear stricken
Acts the chicken
Roadrunner
Have the ability
To show agility
Dream Catcher
I was told
To be bold
The Grim Reaper
Without a face
Dictates the pace
Let sleeping dogs lie
I slept instead
Beside the bed
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Six-Word Couplet Series Encore
Hosted by Mark Toney
Placed 2nd
17th October 2018
GODDAMMITT!!! MAN..WHY ARE CHILDREN SO PERSISTENT???
It went something like this..
Daddddy Dadddy you see the chocolate bar I put in the fridge?
Me: What chocolate Taj..?? I never saw any!!
Taj: yes daddy..I left it right in the fridge last night..
Me: NO!! I NEVER SAW THE CHOCOLATE,ARE YOU SURE YOU LEFT IT IN THERE???
Taj: yes DAAAAADDDYYY ..CHO!!!
Note: after spending 10 mins trying to find a chocolate that I ate, should I confess ,or let sleeping dogs lie..?
When someone is broken
Don't use words to break them more
For the cracks are all ready exposed
And can hold no more
Sometimes what's holding
Is thinner than hair
Used bubble gum
Burnt wax
Something barely there
Breakage comes from many things
Old age, illness, addiction
Sometimes your just tired
Have little fight left inside
So watch for those signs
Let sleeping dogs lie
Because sometimes all it takes
Is one thing to break the camels back
When fighting clawing climbing
Barely putting one foot in front of another
The hardest thing to do is get back up
Be careful what you say
You never know sometimes
Just how close to that edge
How far to the end
Of the rope they hang
Disguise is easy to pretend
All is well when it isn't
Not showing weakness
Is a learned behavior
Trying to be a survivor
And dig is exhausting
And sleep is all that's needed
Permanent or not
Be careful with your words
Sticks and stones
Is a fallacy
Made up by someone broken
‘Let the past be’ he said
Why disturb peace
Why not let sleeping dogs lie
Why awaken the dead
Why dig old skeletons
For you can’t stand the omen.
Why not cherish tomorrow,
Why not anticipate for the future
For there’s much to look for
To correct the past mistakes
To create new life
To wave path for the next generation.
What’s done is done
You can’t spill over split milk
And you can’t change the past mistakes
But can forbid the repetition thereof
And let bygones be bygones.
Yesterday is gone
And it remain in the past
For all that happened
Simply let it go
And concentrate ‘rather’
On the future
For the past is history.
Let sleeping dogs lie
Don't get tripped by their feet
They come awake with a snarl,
and might think that you're meat.
My ancestors came here long ago
Tough and strong not weak
But somewhere down along the line
Something went terribly wrong
And now I have to sit here and deal with my legacy
Of not what I thought it would be
Not where I choose to be right now
The legacy that’s me.
I can’t escape the past
The memories seem to last
Of the horrors of what has come before
The graveyard is the place
I can see it on my face
My family’s legacy of suicide
is haunting me.
My generational legacy
Is it going to kill me
Or will it just let sleeping dogs lie
And allow me to exist
Will it allow me to just to see
The me that I am meant to be
To live beyond my years
To grow beyond the tears
To handle all my fears
To defy what could have been
My legacy.
(November 13, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
"GO FETCH"
Call me whatever to suit your moods
Lay me out with cuss words, “give me the goods”
Scandalize my name every place you go
“It’s a dog eat dog world” but I hate that flow
So scatter your venom to the four winds of earth
Burn the night oil you may hang in dirt
While hours creep I lie comfortable in my bed
Dead to this world, I fall asleep, well fed
Like a kid after a long, hot day in the pool
In “the dog days of summer”, keeping cool
Each day with a clean heart, I go on my way
Often, “happy as a flea in a dog house”, I stay!
My preference sometimes is to “let sleeping dogs lie”
As this is one baggage, I will not carry ‘til I die
No lasting affect do your words have on me
Wishing you and yours only the best, you see
I know who I am, and keep malice at bay
Fervently I believe that “ every dog has its day”
Pride and Prejudice A Dog’s Tale
Simply scratching is really not fair
said King Kong to the mut in his lair
you’ve laid down with me’s
and I’m covered with fleas
Now, Fay Wray will end our affair!
Oh well, said the pink Pomeranian
Find a pet, a bit, more pedestrian
Let sleeping dogs lie
too near to your thigh
or go for a prize more Wagnerian!
Brunhilda you see cares not if you’ve fleas
for horned helmets has she’s for releases
She’ll scratch your back
when fleas attack
That Fay Wray lacks tact and she sneezes!
~Lie down with dogs, wake up with fleas
~~Let sleeping dogs lie
*The 1933 original version of King Kong
stared actist Faye Wray as the apes girlfriend.
**A pomeranian is a long haired German dog.
***Wagner is a German composer who wrote The Ride of the Valkyries
Brünnhilde is one of the eight valkyrie sisters, commonly seen
in horned helmets who bring souls to Valhala.
Better let sleeping dogs lie
Just in case
They were to open one eye
Stare at my face
Not like what they see
And take a bite of me
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