Long Sniffing Poems

Poems about Dogs

This Dog
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Each morning this dog,
who has become quite attached to me,
sits silently at my feet
until, gently caressing his head,
I acknowledge his company.

This simple recognition gives my...

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Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Every day you play with Infinity’s rays.
Exquisite visitor, you arrive with the flowers and the water.
You are vastly more than this immaculate head I clasp...

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My dog's as smart as a geek.
He can bark in English, Arabic, and Greek.
He’s expert in canine mathematics,
can discuss dog-fight aerodynamics,
and is fluent in bow-wow doublespeak.
And yours?

Would it be okay if later today
I brought Bixby...

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if you have taken the time to browse through this eclectic collection of self-indulgent foolishness, I hope you’ve been entertained by the quirkiness of its content, or at the very least, annoyed by the pervasiveness...

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Heavy storm was sweeping dark Paris streets
Lit with dim lights that dreary November night 
With ghostly shadows lurking in the corners
Cold wind dancing with dirty wet leaves fallen 
In the water pools in the middle...

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PRELUDE.
When the sky and world are dark no sounds are heard in the woods. Perhaps the scrabbling of night creatures on the hunt fo food. But no sound of woodpeckers ra ta tatting, bird song...

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With the Trolls passed out on the grass...the regrettable task
    now fell to the brave Talkalot.
He moved to the gate and taking a sip from his flask...
    he stared...

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The number of folks sitting
on the back porch
waiting
for peace to strike,
like waiting for my garden to grow
without yet having planted it.

The number of people
noticing that chronic victims
suffer from critical victimization events,
minus the number who also...

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One day, not so long ago, when I was out playing with my dog Ruff, I met a very old woman. She looked very tired and poor. Her clothes were worn and kind of ragged....

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Treat this poem as the truth
Non-fiction...
Because this is the best way I can try to describe what it feels like to suffer with cocaine addiction
It’s hard to even put this feeling of addiction into words
To...

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Wouldn't it seem to persist an unspoken personal longing for perfection?
Is insinuated toward poetic supremacy; obviously . . .
I would feel confident in generalizing the presence within us all—to achieve god-like greatness.
I must say, that...

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The fruit juice drips momentarily beneath the alter filling the crevices and corner, while the sound of impatient traffic rolls down the street honking horns and disrupting the peace. A strange sound starts rumbling in...

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They met at the foot of the tree when the temperature was minus zero degrees, the wind was blowing, the trees were shaking, and her body was subdued in the cold. She has been living...

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Not a day goes by I don't think of you
you have permeated my fortress and walk freely in all its rooms
(examining it's furnishings)
how did I allow you entry without the
usual search scan and seizure ?
I'ts...

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These are the thoughts and 
feelings of a
plus sized chick,
One who is defined as plump and 
thick,
With chunks of fat and extra skin,
Rounded edges and puffed up 
cheeks.
This is her being raw and real
Saying it...

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Sunday morning early, five a.m to be
precise, my mind awakes, then gently succours
the body to arise from one’s mundane sleep. I
then transfer to Britain via 1ZB, listening
to the English football commentary, it’s worth
the lack of...

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The world outside my window

I view with one eye open 

while laying on my pillow

Birds are chirping and singing their songs

perched upon their tree of choice 

they know where they belong

I smell the coffee brewing...

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Dad Revisited- Once More


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more  day with great fervour.

Dad was waiting for me in...

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The beauteous days of summer were here at last,
And the primetime of nature was coming so fast!

We sat on the porch, watching a lazy day go by,
With no interesting views, to gladden our eyes.

Then one...

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Listen my son
and you shall hear
strange curiosities
about my spiritual career.

A student of science
Left hemispheric

A student of religion
Right ancient indigenous feelings
kinda queeric

With mindbody Left lightpowered thoughts,
ecopolitically sold out wealthy mind
bought health embodied
for re-connecting Left dogmatic 
voiced...

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The world outside my window
I view with one eye open 
while laying on my pillow
Birds are chirping and singing their songs
perched upon their tree of choice 
they know where they belong
I smell the coffee brewing...

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I've now read evolutionary
and feminist historians
and economists
and political scientists
agreeing, in a side by side custody
of the over-specialized eyes
and ears
non-dialogical way

Not competing against each other,
except maybe for journal space,
nor actively cooperating with each other,
beyond normal ethical...

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"Who can bear to lose a tie
With a dog that is man’s best ally? .......by poet


"Here lies my dog, motionless in his kennel
unable to wag his tail as he always did.
yesterday when I saw him,...

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Anomalous poetic contrivance evokes...
googling inept kickstarted lame outré jaunty hokum

(alternately titled:
Random screenshot within me noggin
instantaneously transforming, 
née devolving into gobbledygook.)

I got born with poker faced physiognomy,
no matter yours truly doth not play cards
though self same...

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Follow me, Translation of Piere Emmanuel’s Suis-moi by T. Wignesan

Everything begins on a morning like just another but 
        which becomes its own following day.
The next day of...

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