Long Kennel Poems
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When my journey finally comes to an end
I’ll rest for an eternity
Ransom Elementary, my introduction to this scholastic life
Baskin Junior High any seduction kisses the plastic night
Crowville High School, the big green kennel
Franklin parish high school, Mangham high school
It was all seen and mental
Dark House Productions, my inner sights
The only darkness that kept me above the lights
When my journey ends, I’ll rest for an eternity
From C.D. and Mrs. Mary Smith
To my worst foster homes vary with this wish
My Closest Acquaintance, “June”
Carl was only suppose to sanction us to doom
Neal, Willie, the entire family of Eatons
Change my stars
But this misery I am forever keeping
When my journey ends, I’ll sleep for an eternity
Michael and Jamie, Aaron and Nicole
I swear, I’d want you all around forever, watch me grow old
From hustling to get back and forth to football
To working 3 and 4 jobs
Pushing my way through college to witness the soot fall
Pam, Jennifer, Eke, Ernest, Paul, and Chris
My birth mom, Miss Dianna Townes
It’s the memories we recall in this life we miss
To every I didn’t mention, you all know that
When my journey finally ends, I’ll rest for an eternity
Form:
The dog in my head
won't let me sleep.
I can't shake it free.
It follows me
day and night.
It knows my scent—
now it's gone rogue,
and hunts we.
It won't go away.
It waits beside my bed-
the dog I once fed.
It's coming again
It barks out loud,
howls through silence
It's coming again!
[Chorus]
It's the dog in my head!
The dog I once fed!
It's chewing my bones—
Now it wants me instead!
It's the dog in my head!
It's coming again!
There's a kennel in my head,
A chain in my veins.
Scratching its claws into my soul.
Digging up the promises I buried,
Dragging old ghosts back home.
The stench is crawling under my skin.
Its echo never dies.
It's the dog in my head.
It's coming again.
On the road of broken dreams.
Every footprint bleeds my name.
Every scar becomes a doorway.
Every wound becomes a flame.
The cry is always the same.
The dog in my head
It's broken its chain.
It's coming again
To tear and maim.
The dog I once fed.
It's coming again.
[Chorus]
It's the dog in my head!
The dog I once fed!
It's chewing my bones—
Till there's nothing left!
It's the dog in my head!
Feeding on what's left!
It's the dog in my head!
Feeding on what's left!
It's the dog in my head!
It's the dog in my head!
Grandaddys gun is sitting in my safe
It's a rusty old single shot 12 Gauge
It rode the rack in his pickup
And to him it was just a gun
But to me.... It holds countless memories
You see that kitchen prayer on my wall
It's the same one we recited, when I was very small
We'd say it fore each Sunday meal
But that's not only its appeal
To me, its much more than ornamental....It's Sentimental
I'm not sure what it really is these days
Is it low T, or is it just my age
Of all the things I've ever owned
What I cherish most in my home
Are the things, that are so elemental
I'm sentimental
Over there on the mantel lies my best dog
With his collar and a lock of hair, taped to the box
I couldn't put him out in the yard
Cause if we moved he'd be too far
I still remember, when he came home from the kennel
I'm sentimental
You can call me any name that you'd like to
And my wife says I'd keep it all, If she'd allow me to
I don't understand why everyone has to be so judgmental
I'll be this way till my dying day
Just call me sentimental
I'll be that way to my dying day
Cause I'm sentimental
Do you know what it’s like
Being a stray, that is
A homely sight
No flower beds for your biz
People looked at me with pity
As they’d walk their golden doodles
Dachshunds, long and nippy
Those high faulting fools
What happened to a mutt
Being a respectable family dog
I try not to lick my butt
Intact tail and dewclaws
By the dumpster, I would sleep
And have these amazing dreams
On a farm, I’d round up sheep
In shape, strong and lean
It should come as no surprise
I embellished more than a little
When the opportunity, did arise
I walked straight in the kennel
The gentleman who took me in
Had a lot of faith in me
Following a wink and grin
He quickly set me free
It wasn’t quite as I imagined
Those curly headed beasts
Weren’t the ones that I’d been counting
To drift me off to sleep
Confused as a peach on a grapevine
Butting heads, then seeing stars
Incapable of forming a straight line
They couldn’t see, this was an art
Each day was a small improvement
And now, they’re single file
A cadence to their movement
To make my owner smile
He lets me sleep at his feet
Gives me scraps after dinner
Perhaps a small deceit
But now he has a winner
I had a cat named Kitty Dog.
His name derived from whence he came.
He lived on the roofs of a dog kennel
teasing them and sneaking their food.
Kitty Dog was quite the Manx,
solid white with bobbed tail.
No one knew from where he came
and no one ever inquired.
I wondered if his owners ever knew,
or cared, what had befallen him.
The kennel owners wanted to find him
a home since he vexed the dogs so.
His solid muscular profile showed off
his unusual angular lineage perfectly.
He was an excellent hunter and often
laid offerings of successful hunts.
Not so much a companion, but more
a comrade in arms, a warrior, a loyal liege.
Never lonely but nearly always alone,
he disappeared one day and I had to let him go.
Boohoo is bidding for Boo-Boo
But Yogi’s not seeking a deal,
He’s scanning the park for a picnic
Looking forward to his evening meal.
Warner Brothers deny their involvement
So investors are kept in the dark,
But rumours are spreading ’round Bedrock
And the restrooms of Jellystone Park.
Boohoo is bidding for Boo-Boo,
It’s becoming a sought-after brand;
For Yogi it’s deeply upsetting
And he’s drawing a line in the sand.
This fetish for gobbling-up trademarks
Is addictive - a turbulent torrent,
So the trustees of Hanna-Barbera
Have rescinded Mister Ranger’s warrant.
Boohoo is loving the limelight,
Printing posters to boast of expansion.
Directors are driving round Dorset
Seeking out an available mansion.
Animated heroes fall silent,
Suppressing their deep-seated rage,
They’ve vowed to stop buying new costumes,
Thought bubbles stay blank on the page.
Snagglepuss is sacking his agent
Whose alibi soon fell to pieces,
Wacky Races have cancelled two meetings
Though Mister Jinks is still chasing meeces.
Huckleberry Hound is blue in the face,
So upset that he’s leaving his kennel tea.
Boohoo’s directors have not thought this through,
Analysts think they’ll soon pay a penalty.
Now Matalan, Primark and Peacocks
Are struggling hard to pay rates,
They see this young upstart named Boohoo
Just sealing competitors’ fates.
The Jetsons are locked in a hangar
Refusing to talk to the press,
While Cindy is comforting Yogi
Because bears aren’t accustomed to stress.
Just how many trademarks are needed
To cater for everyone’s tastes?
With so many trend-setters in lockdown
Periodically measuring waists.
The Jellystone team is downhearted
When they note that admissions are down,
With Boohoo now trashing their legacy
It’s the first time they’ve seen Muttley frown!
Yes, Boohoo is bidding for Boo-Boo,
It’s becoming a sought-after brand;
For Yogi it’s deeply upsetting
And the prospects for fashion seem bland.
Castle of wonder appeared again tonight
She settled into her dream, anticipating greatness
Her slumber self was successful, borderline brilliant
She had created a village of hope for animals and people
She was revered and loved, and treated with respect here
Many ran to her, asking her opinion. She was sought out.
Can we build another playground for the children?
She did not see why not. Money was no object.
What about the dog kennel? Can we add an addition?
Of course, she agreed, writing a check for two million dollars.
You are the best! The woman said, giving her the best hug.
She woke up in an exceptionally good mood.
Her heat had been turned off, but that was okay.
She understood that.
She opened her cat food and began to add a bit of mayo.
It made it more palatable.
Lady was my shepherd dog,,
she was so kind and gentle
except to chickens down the lane
when she broke loose from her kennel.
Let's turn attention to a breed
that came from Pomerania.
Queen Victoria for such dogs
was seized by a lifelong mania.
On canine matters I'll not stray..
Long lectures are so stuffy.
Rather, it's my firm intent
to describe a dog called Fluffy
.
She shares with Pomeranians
a propensity to bark
but still she wins the hearts of all
when I take her to the park.
A dream has just revealed to me
that Fluffy and Lady have met.
Oh how I feared the next event
would see poor Fluffy dead.
You 'll never guess what happened..
The two became best friends.
To heaven they flew on a fluffy cloud
and here my story ends.
Three dogs at the groomers, three hours till there done
go out to eat lunch, have Italian tasty and fun
Entrees served, cell phone rings
Kublai's eye bleeding, doggie bags they bring
Get Kublai to the vet, has pulps on his eyelid
surgery to remove them, clean teeth as he's out on meds
Back to the groomers Ghenghis barking up a storm
Sassy nervous growls as trimming her nails performed
Ghenghis happy to see me looks like a puppy all prim
Sassy frighten harder to get her in kennel second time
Home with those two back to the vet
Kublai ready to go home in my lap he sit
His eyelid fixed and had two teeth pulled
Kublai wearing a cone feeling like a fool
He got stuck under a end table wouldn't back up
the cone came off Kublai as Ghenghis sniffed his butt
Kublai in a deep sleep Sassy licks his eye
Ghenghis begging as I eat my Italian wanting a bite to try.
Phoenix the dawg
There in my yard is a dawg name
phoenix
One stubborn black *****
Easily identified by her signature hind
limp
Now, is not that she's without redeeming qualities
But that dawg no matter how you call har
she seems hard of hearing
While it well known that's a choice she is making
Cause the merest sound har ear perk,
she jump up and start barking
Phoenix the real mix I love to say
But jah know, dis dawg personify
the adjective play
I leave her sometimes under a mango
tree loosely chain
Where her kennel is to cover her when
it rain
A piece of work she is even when she is
on rein
Cause har mouth nuh cry quit, she get wey under mi van already and bite the wiring to
total disarray
Yet, phoenix is a unique dawg,
black as midnight with a face like a
happy smile....wg