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I was ‘ Walking ’ back from grocery shopping
When I saw something, that had me hopping…
… mad, I mean… at what I seen
… a Man treating a Dog, just like a Queen !
They rode past in a top-down car
She had shades on, like a Movie-Star
My bags dropped down, due to shock…
… Now… What She got, that I ain’t got?
… Her big ears blowing in the wind
Now, I know, that’s Man’s Best Friend
But the only reason, I figured, I was Walking
is ‘cause I need a new kind-of-Talking :
Bow-Wow! Get my tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow! Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow! Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow… … see I can Manage …
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
- to Bow-Wow
and it’s Alright Now
Now, I knew, something was wrong with that Sight
Can my Bark, be worse than Her Bite?
I started to Listen to the Canine next Door
Yapping and a Howling – made ‘em give Her More…
Then I hung around the Local Pet-Shop
I Finally figured out “What They Got !”
The next Man came, I Said, “They’s Expensive,
You may as well, get yourself a ‘Mrs’…”
… Bow-Wow!
Bow-Wow! Get my tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow! Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow! Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow… … see I can Manage
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
to Bow-Wow
and it’s Alright Now
Well… We were already happily Married, when He said, “Let’s get a Dog”
I sat up straight… went to sniffing, as silent-whistle-warnings, went off
I jumped in front of Him … and started to Tease…
“We don’t need nothing ‘round with Fleas !”
… and if You scratch behind My Ears,
I’ll make the kind of noise, you love to Hear ! …
Bow-Wow! Move Over Rover
Bow-Wow! Fe-Fe, Its Over !
Bow-Wow! This is My Growler
Git’ A Little Louder … Bow – Wow !
Bow-Wow… Wuff Wuff Wuff
Carol Brown… This One’s For You Kiddo’
And Your Great Sense of Humor (Smile)
This Poem is From Bygone Days
(Wouldn’t You Know… The Silly One’s Always Survive)
Hope You Enjoy It….
MoonBee
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The Cinematic Film Treatment as Poetic Element
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Sagitanis Goes 'Bow Wow'
Nightingale Sagitanis is a homeless woman suffering chronic and debilitating bouts of near-terminal existential ennui and muscatel intoxication until, in the midst of a heat spell caused by bovine methane in the suburbs of Happy Valley, South Dakota (as her heartbeat thankfully approached zero) she hears a whimpering and feels a warm furry body tentatively crawling up her leg on the crack whore mattress she calls home in a concrete culvert pipe under the streets at the Splitdorf Retirement Community, and fights off the alarm of impending invasion, but quickly concluding that this couldn't be land crabs or police drone robots or Chupacabra or a bacterial infection or the dream of marital child bearing bliss that often haunted her lonely nights or delirium tremens or a pack of Blast bubble gum (her favorite) born on the backs of soldier ants driven from their homes by a lawn sprinkler malfunction or an errant cable guy on a peeping Tom mission or the icy fingers of doom which she secretly hoped for in a Freudian nihilistic reaction to a cruel foster mother who forced her to read the entire literature of time lapse orchid pornographer Marshal McLuhan or a full body orifice search by Homeland Security or vanguard elements of the yearly gray squirrel migration, no none of these, rather, as she felt the charming tickle of not one but three cold wet noses and the slap slap slapity of 3 vigorously wagging tails and the lap lap lapity of three enthusiastic tongues did she realize that she had been adopted by a triumvirate of abandoned Labrador retrievers, left bewildered in a mall parking lot by a family of PhD garden dwarfs which she quickly named, Larry , Moe and Curly, the dogs, not the dwarfs, who then provided enough love, slack and protection for Nightingale to attend canine night school and learn the ways of the wolf and the coyote and the dingo and rip the throat out of her oppressors.
From "Theater of Utter Charm"
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Life Of A Canine Named "Pooch”...
Equally Worthy As Mine
No explanation why,
the following unpleasant memory
shocked this systemofadown human vie
bur rent lee, suddenly, and oppressively
as if...a heavy object
fell from the sky
knocking render yours truly
into a crash test dummy
tail spinning vertigo,
where the soul of this guy
at this moment, when
the following misdeed
occurred well nigh
many werewolf full
moons ago, hence a sigh
leant echo with matthew scott
till he doth die!
Nonetheless, to my
dying day I cannot
forget, nor allow
un paw din nub bull sub woofing,
recollection, yet try as I might ow
(the psychological pain
still rubbed red
dully bone raw),
where ring around
the collar of
this paw - pow
whir fully, doggedly,
grudgingly, now
fines me to em bark
with a shrill bow wow
impossibly (even
incrementally) forgive
thy then girlfriend, now
spouse of approximately
deux dozen plus
years Oh my
DOG - "holy cow"
forsaking the beautiful
faithful, and loyal "purportedly
man's beast friend,"
and ideal chow
mate, upon venting still
smoldering grief
when said wife
egregiously, heartlessly, and
indiscriminately, (though not
deliberately) evoked strife
(cross) be still finds me gnashing,
where emotional grief rife
this closing November 19th, 2018
analogous to a serrated knife
tearing, stabbing, ripping,
and gnaw zee ate
ting lee wreck conning
this melon collie life
of mine, no more valuable,
than a unconditionally loving
creature "put down"
at the Chester County S.P.C.A.
leaving this aging puppy
with an indelible frown,
which sad recollection
unleashes sorrow every noun
and again, which
unrelenting hounding
agony, asper an non
healing wound tantamount
to unsolved killings
haunting ghost town.
It’s summer, hurry up. Let’s not waste a minute.
Where’s the sunscreen, where’s the party, who’s knutching who?
The sky was crowded with bright, balloon stratocumulus clouds, hanging mountain-like in the air. How can something that big just float in the sky? Either the Greek gods are holding them up, or they defy reason.
So, we’re in Athens, Georgia and apparently, Lisa, Kim, Bili, Leong and I are ‘too much club.’
We’re insuperable - too rowdy, too loud, too late, we laugh too much, hand-ringing about haircuts, shoes and romantic connections.
Sorry, if we’re not co-signing for everyone’s existential angst - we’re 5 girls on vacation.
Well, except Leong, she’s just joined us - fresh from Macau China. She’s got dark-takes on the world situation, saying things like, “enjoy it while it lasts.” I tried to explain the evils of nihilism - how once you let nihilism materialize, it’s a fog that swallows you.
If you read the news - which is geared toward the grisly - it’s only going to tap you out. There are too many issues. Our group is a mix - a salad of feminism, environmentalism, stoicism - we’re ism’d out. We’re Asian, black, southern, liberal and communist, woke and anti-woke - what we DO have in common is - we’re summarized.
‘Summarized’ Americans, swim all day and sit by the pool all night talking and catching up. We also water ski, shop, roller sk8te, play frisbee golf, go out to dinner and pull-out-the-stops for a party now and then.
Some nights, we stream ‘Suits’ and make emo-boy sexualized comments when Meghan comes on - but we like her - more or less - let her take her shot. Marry that complicated princeling and let every moment be drama.
Since the school years measured in work, let’s measure summer by fun and silly drama.
Dillio?
.
.
A song for this:
Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear To Tread) by Bow Wow Wow
Family Affair (feat. Alan Scaffardi) by Papik
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.knutching = kissing
dillio = deal
Webster’s: Insuperable: impossible to control
This is a story of an old couple who had no children of their own.
One day while the old woman was washing clothes at a nearby river, she saw a large rosy peach floating downstream.
She got ahold of it to give to the old man.
Yet, before he had a bite of it, the rosy peach burst open.
It had no large seed in it, but a baby boy.
The baby ate the peach and became very strong and healthy.
The old couple took care of him as he grew to be the strongest and healthiest baby in the whole countryside.
The old couple named him 'Momotaro', the Peach Boy, a secret kept only to themselves.
One day, Momotaro asked his mother, the old woman, to make him a bagful of 'kimi-dango', a Japanese millet dumpling, for him to take on a journey to Ogre's Island and take their treasure from them.
He left the couple with the kimi-dango bag tied to his waist.
He came upon a monkey who says to him, "Kia, Kia!" Momotaro tells him of his task, whereto, the monkey said he'll tag along for a kimi-dango.
Momotaro agreed and off they went until they came upon a pheasant who says, "Ken, Ken!" Momotaro tells him of his task, whereto, the pheasant said he'll tag along for a kimi-dango.
Momotaro agreed and off they went until they came upon a dog who says, "Bow, Wow, Wow!" Momotaro tells him of his task, whereto, the dog said he'll tag along for a kimi-dango.
Momotaro agreed and off they went until they came upon Ogre Island where Momotaro reveals his plan.
The pheasant must flu over the castle gate and peck at the Ogre's, and the monkey must climb over the castle wall and pinch the Ogre's and the dog and I will break the bolt and the dog will bite the Ogre's and I will fight with the Ogre's.
A great battle then ensued.
"Kia, Kia!", "Ken, Ken!", "Bow Wow Wow!", was heard from sun to sun, ending with all the ogre's tied and the treasure was shared between the four.
Date: 06/16/2019
LOVE LETTER by James Edward Lee Sr.
C-My name is Meow and I am a calico cat now
C-And I am not ashamed to say I'm in love with a dog wow!
C-Covered in maimed I shall rise
C-This handsome pooch comes over licks me on my face and eyes
D-My name is Bow Wow and I'm a golden receiver, yeah I'm fine
D-And I'm not ashamed to show and tell the world I luv you
C-I'm a feline and I am also glad to announce that too are mine
D-Come on here little kitty, let me share my shoe wit ya, ma Boo!
D-I'm writing you this love letter
D-With my pen in paw I'm sayN I love my kitten
D-We shall hang out on the couch
D-I may even for you catch you a mouse
D-I will not be "ruff" with you
D-I'll share bouncing balls and twine and strings
D-You're the cat's meow, my darling
C-And Bow Wow you too are my boo
D-I love you so Meow
D-Your my Calico kitten
C-I love more Bow Wow
C-Your my dog chowder
D-Love you more than Blue Diamond or Purina
D-I will not be "ruff" with you
D-I'll share bouncing balls and twine and strings
C-You're the cat's meow, my darling
C-And Bow Wow you too are my boo
C-Purrr, purr, and your not barking up the wrong tree
C-I am truly in love with you
D-Come on over so we can chase
D-So when we're done we can embrace
D-I'm writing you this love letter
D-With my pen in paw I'm sayN I love my kitten
D-We shall hang out on the chough
D-I may even for you catch you a mouse
C-This is our story let me relinquish
C-I will give you a lick
C-(this is how we kiss)
D-Catch me if you can betcha can't catch me
C-When I climb this tree
D-Come here kitten
D-Read my love letter
Vocal written letter
C-Cat
D-Dog
11/05/17
FOR CONTEST: Love Letter
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley
Humankind iLL-Humane--
Left on a chain in the rain and in summer’s heat;
Continued barking
Ill humane treatment
Carcass
Remains left on chains--caged up dogs
Maggot distorted flesh rotted muscle and fat
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people--caged up dogs
only this and benevolence
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos
Lassie
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people--caged up dogs
Only this and a benevolence
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos
Continued barking
Ill humane treatment
Carcass--caged up dogs
Remains left on chains
Maggot distorted flesh rotted muscle and fat
Shed whats left of their fur make it a hat
How morbid…--caged up dogs
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people
only this and benevolence
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos--caged up dogs
Rin Tin Tin
Benji
Much I marveled this humane temporarily
I felt compelled to sniff the occupants
Remembering many protohuman, caring residents
Only this and a humaneness
To warn me about the ungodliness--caged up dogs
That moment my soul grew evil
It was shrivels, primeval, medieval!
Upheaval, upheaval!
Beethoven
I heard a monstrous, hermetic inconveniencing
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people
only this and benevolence--caged up dogs
Bruiser
Buddy
Chopper
Cujo
Daisy
Chance and Shadow
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos
Bark bark-bow wow, what’s the use-wow, primeval, medieval!
Marley, Hosehead Hooch
Upheaval, upheaval!
Stop mistreating canine animals
You subhuman protohuman?--caged up dogs
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
7/5/19
Reflecting On Thy Long Doggone Pooch -
"Georgie Harris"
At present moment thoughts adrift,
whereat figurative throne,
this chap doth
emotionally abdicate
no particular reason finds me
revisiting nostalgic
thoughts, our
(Harris – birth
family) first pet,
who didst accentuate
mine early boyhood
(far removed time wise
from the crowd did place
housing nostalgia), now over
laid with subsequently
decades worth of memories,
your bow wow wing did
sub woofer did accumulate,
I attempt to adumbrate,
while sitting facing,
the Lenovo external screen
(linkedin in my
macbook pro laptop),
commencement to nuh aerate
spontaneous thoughts ruff lee
outlining thine affectionate
"mans beast friend"
a dearly beloved,
(long since departed),
yet his "Georgie"
spirit lives within me,
and doth ameliorate
teary eyed intermittent outbursts,
sans remembrance
of things past,
particularly said
four footed best pal,
(a hybrid Boxer and Dalmatian -
with docked tail) asper,
when yours truly,
a lil whippersnapper,
he taught thyself
bone a fide life lessons,
and did animate
my preschool days of solitude,
and whose sixth
canine sense didst anticipate
increased amplitude
of nascent childhood anxiety,
yes unwittingly, "a therapy dog,"
whose company,
I did appreciate
oh, how his innocent naïveté
bared kid lee didst articulate,
thus whose demise
scored beloved value,
I belatedly authenticate.
Much is seen above,
less is visible below
Celestial thoughts
have elevated luminosity
Subterreanean feelings
possess a catacomb void glow
The sun shines with sparkling clarity,
as rainbow-coated ephod epiphany branches
bud more colorful leaves on the tree
Does not the root of a problem
tend to be buried deep
in the bosom of darkened vanity?
Cat napping people will try to kid you;
meow yellow snow you,
bow-wow poo-poo you with half-truth
Lying down, they feral growl how faith
is a soiled commodity
That life be buried bones dirty business,
a fertilizing necessity
Top dollar worm bred,
bottom feeder piggy led
Half-full, hunger pain still ...
half-empty, pleasure overkill
Most things are always only half-seen
A rising cloud of self-discovery,
often begins
with a lowered eye dirt journey
Dead space in the head
reserves a place
in the heart of silence ...
Where too many needful things
were muted left unsaid
Vulnerable aorta trust
desiring to pulmonary be only partially seen
In a canopy of sequoia integrity,
evaporated tears are rising
above heavy rainforest suspicion
Love is always forever rooted
in the deep, unseen place,
where insecure fears descend below
the crusted pride surface
Growing affection can always be seen
in the glowing countenance on a sunflower face
Emotions once only half-seen,
now are kiss evergreen fully blooming ...
Starlit aurora dreams
cresting upon a moonbeam ray
Angelic promises ... no longer half-seen,
arching upward in dawn eyes opening
Such a soul awakening display
Nonetheless feel gratitude without
cerumen eye zing
January 22, 2020 'ere
and thank guardian angels
who find me continually blessed
regarding audiological sense to hear,
whereby faculty ears avail hear
structures of silence on wing
and prayer grateful ring
around the collar soundwaves,
which analogously ping
pong with supreme functionality
and pleasantly and gloriously bring
audible world wide web despite
my senescence, though amazingly aging.
Though no medical practitioner,
yours truly doth assign
value to learn tidbits,
enamored how biology
and evolution did codesign
about body electric (mine)
being proactive to nip
in figurative bud potential detriment,
that usually gets diagnosed as benign,
especially biannual examination
concerning ears, nose and throat
relieved said organ divine
delivering sonic boom, where
one mortal grovels, while fading
sunlight dances and
enables fading poetic moonshine
to manifest itself without rhyme
nor reason, neither sense nein
sensibility, no doubt readers pine
I desist tempting urge to combine
words together begot
as prodigy progeny
directly linkedin with
impressive "fake" authorial scion
just back after after taking extended
holiday/sabbatical within Apennine
Mountains to bolster every vital sign.
Modern medical science doth allow
enable, and provide this primate
cause he feels wowed at how
examinations every now
and again (usually six months apart)
Medicare doth pay
so one doggone old sow
war puss till death
doth him part, he will vow
to vet health issues,
and in the end barks a final bow wow.