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"I walk this lonely and gray maze absence of noise for days,
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Beagle, my small, sweet, faithful, warmhearted,
Regal, Harrier hunting hound girl puppy,
Loves to sleep on my armchair.
Fifth of her litter. She stares, with sun sparkling hazel eagle eyes,
Short, soft white, with patches of brown and black hair.
Her brown ears down like pendulums in the air
That swing back and forth when she runs.
Stands proudly with her head straight up and alert.
Her black nose never fails her;
It wiggles at the scent of quail.
She rumps inside and outside
With bumblebee boundless, curious, playful energy.
Tail high, cheerful and outgoing,
Happy and very yappy at times.
She’s humorous when her toy is her tail
An affair she chases over and over again
In a circle, having fun when she is excited.
Her bed is my bed in quiet, hush puppy, snuggly comfort.
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I’ve no eternity here, all of me
from least to chest, best to edge,
sharpen blade of new paddy leaves
jeopardize my torn nib of ink
in the field of writings graph
Maybe I couldn’t write any word
for beauty and stunning young girl
in comprehension, in passion and
in my fashionable heart
Maybe I couldn’t write charming note
of flower’s petals, striking fragrance,
in my perpetuity lake of quills
Maybe I couldn’t draw the sexy body of
rose, lotus, tulip, sunflower, orchid,
lily, daffodil… etc in my vulnerable
reef of poetic expression
Maybe I couldn’t draw the colors magic
of rainbow in my infatuated fallen
soaked feathers with November rain
Maybe I couldn’t inscribe the nature
the cosmos, the solar system, the ocean,
the black hole, the space, the sky, the stars,
the planets, the galaxies, the meteors, the
gravitational power…etc in my slumbering
wings of writings
Maybe I couldn’t plant the meditational
tree into the pure heart of words, I couldn’t
select the seeds of immortality in my
ascetic madness and magma script
Maybe I couldn’t greet the autonomy flying
of Cockatiels, Parakeets, Canaries, Finches,
African Grey Parrots, Budgerigars, Cockatoos,
Conures, Macaws, Poicephalus…etc in my
unintelligible incarcerated language
Maybe I couldn’t hail the abode for Labrador,
Bulldog, German, Poodle, Beagle… etc and
Maine Coon, Egyptian Mau, American Bobtail,
Ragdoll…etc in my materialistic
harvesting terminology
Maybe I couldn’t sleep with power of poems,
dream to be a finest classic or modern poet
in my kingdom of pen, paper, ink, writing
table-chair and lamp
Notwithstanding all these, I thanks to those
who come here at least one time daily,
erratically and read, write, share own
thoughts and comment frankly
Thanks to you all a lot. Thanks and love you
all. From me always ready the rose without
thorns and love for you all, although you bleed
my heart by thorns stinging
-November 14, 2018 Chattogram
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Around twilight driving home from the casino
we both saw it;
it was silhouetted as it crossed the full moon.
legend has it that the Moth Man has retired,
perhaps he flew too near
to a street lamp and singed his wings?
That night while still driving
we saw the fabled Goony bird.
The Cherokee call it the Thunder Bird,
but I thought it was a pterodactyl.
Later, at the hotel our Beagle
kept running to the window and barking.
It was dark and the town lights were across the river.
We could see little, but both sensed
large leathery wings circling above us.
Maybe that night it settled on the hotel roof,
The Moth Man who cannot now fly
maybe took the elevator
and joined the great winged beast there.
I wonder if they discussed we strange crypto beasts
as we lay dreaming of yeti’s and zombies
playing the slots?
January hushers in the shivering coldness
as feathery snowflakes descend on roads
over the steep ridge which abruptly plunges
into a foamy sea and their whiteness glistens
into the blue lake without the presence of ducks;
stillness is found in space and also amid boulders!
The poor hummingbird searches everywhere for his mate,
who has gone for days looking for soft cotton
for the pricky nest made of boughs he found last spring;
ah, the hunter shot him in the left wing thinking
he was an intruder...he fell nearby the tranquil lake,
and it's hard for him to reach home anytime soon!
Ah, he often comforted a solitary beagle with a fur of brown
confined to a cage in a room of gloominess and dire feeling!
They both miss each other's company in lonely moments
and can't escape the bitter cold that has brought in
winter before its due time, how delightful was Autumn
when they watched together the undulating auburn leaves!
Soon trees will be bare and turn unto ugly and eerie skeletons,
showing their misery and go into lethargy;
can the unhappy hummingbird wait any longer,
many don't return from their dangerous journey
and could the same inevitable, fatal fate
be anticipated for his adored and lost mate?
How will she spend her nights and not express anger?
Do birds mourn the loss of whom reminds them of glittering skies?
It was the last snowfall of winter's end
I went out sleighing with my best friend
Twelve inches of snow ~ sunny skies ~ a perfect blend
We trekked with cardboard boxes ~ around the bend
A long dirt path ~ through baron woods
A red fox curled in a ball ~ he caught my eye
Quietly we walked ~ as we passed him by
We covered our faces with our jacket hoods
A mile walk ~ was sleigh-ride hill
A refrigerator box was our perfect ride
And so was it Snoop's ~ when he jumped inside
Woohoo ~ Yee haw ~ a winter's end thrill
Snooping around ~ before he jumped inside
A stray puppy ~ a beagle ~ lost and alone
We played ~ his tail wagged ~ I took him home
He was scared ~ but playful ~ he barked and cried
Mom said "no" ~ I cried ~ she felt sad
Begging her please ~ she finally gave in
I knew if I cried, I'd eventually win
I named him Snoopy~ he was the first dog I ever had
Of winter's end~ this sure was the best
The towns people knew him ~ he was liked by them all
They knew I had found him ~ at sleigh-ride hill by the mall
I had him for sixteen years ~ I was blessed
Enclosed Rhyme - September 2018 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
9/19/2018
My Funniest Experience
I can't remember, I smoked too much pot.
I was busy being mellow and the rest I just forgot.
The funniest thing that I guess that I can say.
Is that I can barely remember the first part of today.
When 30 years pass and you're melancholy.
You don't remember things that seem very jolly.
So I guess that would be the funniest of all.
That when it comes to memory, I just don't recall.
Let me see if I can find deep in my mind.
A tale of woe that we all know when we get in a bind.
I had a dog, Barney the Beagle.
Just a nice dog, no need to be regal.
The pastor came to call on Dad.
And as he was talking, Pastor must have looked sad.
Because Barney decided to go and hump his arm.
Yeah, good ole Barney, he wasn't known for his charm.
Note: Day 5 in the writing exercise.
Cloudy and gloomy skies
spread out their clouds
to let sunshine occasionally peak
down the yellow fields of wheat!
A farmhouse stands alone,
it wasn't made of bricks,
but of mud and stone;
here any wind howls!
Isn't Heaven found
in the peaceful countryside
to escape the loud noise
and the visible smog?
It's such a perfect place
for that vagrant or a hog
to lay down without worries!
Groves of pines is the home
of ravens and hummingbirds,
there the caravans of gypsies
are parked along the dusty roads...
while a beagle chews on a bone,
and a grubby, adolescent boy watches
him while he plays chess with his friends!
Isn't Heaven found in the peaceful countryside?
No sirens and car honking can harm anybody's ears;
strolling along the avenues of any big city isn't safe
at night, people are scared to step outside,
afraid of encountering muggers and thieves...
is there a city safer than the countryside?
My cousin owned a beagle,
A horny ol' dog;
He hunched everything in sight,
Even a hollow log
I looked out on the lawn,
What do you think I'd see?
That peanut-head canine,
Hunchin' on a tree
Hunchin' on a bicycle,
Hunchin' on a car;
Hunchin' on a porcupine,
Oh, what an awful scar!!
I woke up one morning,
Squeaks echoed through my head;
And wouldn't you believe,
He was hunchin' on my bed?!
He never rolled over,
Shake, fetch or beg;
But he could work up a sweat,
On the shin of your leg
One day I had enough,
I called my cousin on the phone;
I shouted loud and clear...
"He's hunchin' on a bone!!"
That's when I realized,
Milk and oil will never mix;
Once again I shouted out...
"Why don't you have him fixed?!!"
My cousin then replied...
"You know that ain't no good!"
"It wouldn't be right,
To take his manhood!"
One day we went fishing,
The sun was facing south;
That silly ol' hound,
Started hunchin' a cottonmouth!
He took a fatal bite,
The snake struck him again;
Before we blinked an eye,
He bolted in the wind!
Deep within the forest,
Searching frantically;
We found our horny friend,
As dead as he could be
The moral to this story,
Be kind to your pet;
If you're not a breeder,
Please call your local vet!
My favourite comics is the Peanuts strip
Featuring 'good grief' good old Charlie Brown
Reading it takes me on a pleasant trip
Especially when Snoopy is around
Charlie Brown's faithful beagle is Snoopy
They get along with each other quite well
He can be sneaky when he is ready
Yet, just when and where, you can never tell
When Linus, in one hand, holds his blanket
The thumb of his other hand in his mouth
Snoopy sneaks in, suddenly grabs hold of it
Then runs around, spinning him all about
Yellow Woodstock is Snoopy's feathered friend
He bounces up and down when he's flying
On Snoopy's friendship he needs to depend
He alone knows what Woodstock is saying
Snoopy flies off in his Sopwith Camel
To the skies to battle the Red Baron
They both engage in a fearsome duel
Each trying to outdo the other one
Snoopy dances around when he's happy
If Lucy is close by, she must watch out
He would dance up to her very closely
Lean over and then kiss her on the mouth
19/05/2015
The theme of this story
is a brown beagle puppy
with a blocky head, large ears,
a curved-up tail and white pawns.
I proudly mamed that gorgeous pooch:
Lucky...the hound that loves to smooch!
I was asleep, cuddled up in a warm blanket...
when I hear the bark of a dog, and
as the howl increased, the wind whipped the iced window;
and hurriendly went down stairs,
without putting my slippers on, so curious
to know where that high-pitched bark came from.
When the door slammed open, there surprisingly, I saw
a stranded, shivering beagle stucked in snow:
staring at me with innocent puppy eyes,
and I could tell he was hungry and cold;
he tried to lift his frozen and stiff paws, but he couldn't...
a quiver of sympathy gave me goose-bumps!
I picked him up and brought him in,
and he started to lick my face to thank me,
so affectionate and loving was that expression,
which I reminisce quite often, going back to that winter's evening.
I laid him in a small crate with a thick blanket, and he went to sleep;
how calm and happy was he, lightly snoring and dreaming!
The next day I took him to the nearest Animal Hospital,
and they gave him a warm bath, and how he loved that!
Yes, the beagle was out of danger and he was healthy,
like he was before he got lost and couldn't find his way home,
and since He had no tag on his collar, he couldn't be identified by name;
I wanted to keep this beautiful dog so badly...the playful dog I called Lucky!