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My son-in-law’s and daughter’s dynamic duo dogs:
THAT DOG DON’T HUNT
Fond of saying, that dog don’t hunt,
yet his Springer flies through the air
with the greatest of ease, not a trace
of his size. Like Clifford, the renowned
big-red-dog, he has no idea his scope,
lacks grace — compares himself to
Little Bit. As if
there’s hawks in the house, you must
watch when sitting on the couch.
Tripp is eyeing you, his vantage point,
ready to take off, at your slightest weakness.
If he’s shutoff downstairs, he’s at the tippy-top
raising Cain; or outside, his nose’s pressed
to the sliding door. He melts your heart,
Aw, let him in… he’s the kingpin,
the checkmate, yet Little Bit
bares his teeth, old pepperpot
encourages his own rub —
quite the doggy stew. we love…
1/11/2022
Online:Profile
(LIE): "Hi! I am a single man, Bachelor clean shaven not even a mustache"
Truth: I'm a cheat, dirty soiled minimal waged job go-tee liken a cat or muskrat
(LIE): Born in Saint Louis Missouri Own my Marketing Company
Truth: Birth in Caviler, Mississippi 2 generation catfish fisherman, got 2 girlfriends one I call my wife;
Have a total of 6 children (one's belongs to the mid wife);
(LIE): Live in a Town home paid for has 4 Bedrooms, Library, Den 5 baths;
Truth: I live in the what we call the bottoms in a shack;
(LIE): 28 Years old
Truth: 57 man that's bold your youngest girlfriend 20
(LIE): Picture posted Clean shaven, Good looking chiseled chin handsome neat trimmed hair
Truth: Such a old intended man with a mustache liken a 1920 criminal whisker like barbels around the mouth only got 3 teeth at bottom of his mouth
Looking like some crazy big-eyed Catfish a freshwater or marine fish with,
typically bottom-dwelling.
In reality I am not the picture posted, I'm not that good looking really
The cat fishing getting better and better fishing the Mississippi River,
far below its normal level
(LIE):Let's meet at a private(public) placement go on a date
Signed: Austen Daniels
Truth: My name is Alan Dunes Jr.
…...........“And I ain't got nothing but trouble for you we're gonna hook up on
Jerry Springer”
GIRLFRIEND,Ya just been...........
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05/12/18
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Sponsored by: Catie Lindsey
I'm sick at home
With very little to do
So I put on the T.V.
To see what's new.
Judge Mathis is on
Followed by Judge Joe,
Then the lovely Judge Marilyn,
She's my favourite, you know.
Other people's troubles
Are so often funny.
The silly things they sue for
To get a little money.
Afternoon television
Is really a joke.
It's judge shows or soaps
Or those Jerry Springer folk.
So after Mathis and Joe
And Marilyn. who's great,
There's the hunky Judge Alex
And then it's a date
With the Queen of them all,
That would be Judge Judy.
She'll rip them to shrieds
If they act at all moody.
After a week of being sick
There's one thing I know,
If I need to sue someone
It won't be on a show.
WINTER WONDERLAND
The snowmen line the silent street at night.
Their bright smiles gleam with frozen teeth of stone.
Until the crackle of a bunny’s light —
its paws so sweetly greet the dark alone.
His fluffy fur, does mimic, soft snow sown.
His beady red eyes blink at Jack Frost’s throne.
Then dawn spurs pinkish pride upon the land.
The sun does tease a melt, but won’t deprive
the children’s vacation of all ‘tis planned.
They dash with suits and gloves and boots to drive
their old and new gay sleighs, red cheeks alive —
the snow does fly, like buzzing bees of hive.
The wild prints scar, delight, the cache of snow.
A springer gnaws the fallen carrot prize.
The skates relentlessly slide to and fro,
the cheers of fright and glee from hills arise.
At bottom rung — sure thing — a snowball flies.
As moms call each, they sigh and wave sad byes.
This Winter wonderland delights all things.
At angel’s excitement, the church bell rings.
12/26/2018
Contest: Winter Wonderland
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
I went to the home of the man with the breed
the pups in the out house having a feed
as we approached,they jumped up at the gate
all except one that sat back and did wait
Springer Spaniel pups all white and brown
the one sat apart, puppys eyes, head down
she chose me, i know that for sure
i was drawn to Rose, her pedigree so pure
i took her home to my mam
a few weeks later training her with ham
i would keep her indoors then i would hide it
then would be " go Rose where is it"
she would follow my trail to where i have tracked
then in no time at all sh`ed have it back
i then started training her with more difficult things
other dogs simply throwing fetch and bring
then came the most hardest part
i cryed for days , it did break my heart
i had to part with her,`cos i moved home
no pets in my flat, i felt so alone.
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Contest Name Pick a Pet contest
8/7/11
Ben,our springer,brown & white
was our teen-daughter's delight;
Bred by the famous Shand-Kydd
causing us to part with fifty quid.
He soon grew,chewing chairs
forever racing up our stairs;
We'd no idea what he would be
the harum-scarum,we now see
A sporting dog,much too inbred
so to the vet,our footsteps led;
A day so filled with tears,
engraved upon our yesteryears.
Soon, we were given Bess
black&white,collie-cross,no less;
Perfect in temperament,ready to please
walking her,my mind at ease.
Each night to her bean bag she crept
in the kitchen , cosy,she slept;
Welcomed all with wagging tail
without a fault,she could not fail.
A pet no one would ever trade
her picture now in cross-stitch made
to remind loyalty of that lasting kind
No replacement,could we to find.
the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanation can be offered why such self cerebral torture imposed, nor what motivated me to focus on the nineteenth letter of the english alphabet at the exclusion of other noble vowels and consonants.
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Sunday September seventh started seemingly same since...silver screen show secured seventy seven SeventhSeals.
Soupy Sales supreme salient strengths (starring smart pet sidekick Springer Spaniel Socrates) salvaged sagging sporting sorties. Slap stick stereotypical swashbuckling shticks supplied shipshape shenanigans.
Spartan stage set spurred spontaneous simply stupefying solution. Suede shod schlemiel. Sartre seasoned scenes. Sharp sticks supported sphere. Seats situated semicircular semblance.
SPCA, Siemens, Sears sponsored soiree. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious shouted satirically 'specially Saturdays seemingly sellout. Spontaneous spritely Shogun Samurai sangroid stance satiated slipups stripping stellar seasoned Skidamarinks substitutes sacredly, seminally, silently, slipstreaming soulfully saving saga.
Sometimes silly spouse studiously sought spurious strategy stringing superlatives showcasing senseless sophomoric soporific skills specifically spelling storybook sassy sharpshooters supposedly sleuthing shapeless seated sideways (sic seasonal slate smug spotified snapchatting skippers selfishly scooped sloop-ful seasonal six-packs) sinister Swiss scalpers sat sometimes squatted.
“The Backburn”
Sands slip through
a shrinking tide
chair's facing away
from the Sun
back turned
on the backburn
facing the past
you are still here
you are still here
back turned
on the backburn
ocean slides
hypnotic undertow
nipping at your toes
you’re speaking to empty chairs
silent witnesses shared
Time speaks
of limitations
here lies the tear
you are still here
you are still here
immortal
reverberation
Your own personal
Revelation
standing
you walk towards
your worst fear
the source of
who you are
appears
Empty Chair
Swallowed by
The Air
cleared on
The Ocean of Empathy
brutal and clean
no shoes
no keys
naked
Cell Encapsulation
Shrink Wrapped
You’ve disappeared
Nascita di Venere
meets Caravaggio
The Boy Bitten by a Lizard
Another dimension
Blessed or cursed
You are Now here
You are Now here
No derisive division
Equal Parts
won
ONE
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/jG3QIfyqZck
“On ne peut rien en dire”/Jean-Louis Murat
Author's notes:
1. Caravaggio ... v. interesting character
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caravaggio
2. The Boy and the Lizard
(a)
https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s12682-012-0124-z
(b)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boy_Bitten_by_a_Lizard
Watch T.V., so you don't have to think.
I could be dead tomorrow, but today I'm alive,
So right now, I truly am willing to strive;
To get all I want, before death comes to take me,
So show me Heaven on Earth, you beautiful lady.
But don't give me a baby, or a headache,
Don’t waste our precious time together,
Watching repeats of Ricki Lake.
Or Jerry Springer, or even Oprah.
No I don't want to watch another soap!
Or something so soulless and devoid of inspiration.
Could you put on some tunes and turn off the television?
Just play me some music, by someone who has something to say
And let me fall in love, with a single lyric today.
By an intelligent lyricist, with a funky beat,
That makes us tap our feet and shake our thang.
Do you get me? Capiche? Do you understand what I'm saying?
Or are you too drunk, to care anymore,
I'm sorry, I'll shut up, I'm obviously a bore,
That you have to ignore, so here's the remote,
I think I'll just leave and go write a book.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
The itch of you, deeply,
beneath, surface, rises quickly,
to scratch, The anxiety of it all,
trembles my bones, Like an
acid Tripp, gone wild, not Jerry
Springer, It's craziness is much
more, as it breaks ICE, wanting
every inch of your body,{Dark
Chocolate}, like A Mid~Night
snack, going once, Going twice,
I can't resist going in, So eager
to, HOT IT, ATTACK IT, Not
STOPING, Loving My LOVER,
FIT TO A GLOVE, Flying WHITE
DOVES, As it Thickened to
open, 360' Rotationally
Collapsing, Hard as BRICKS,
Where We smoothly, KNOCK,
KNOCK, KNOCK, the
headboard, LOUDLY, waking
the BLOCK, with deeper
MOANS, For this Nuclear
Explosion LOVE FEAST, will
Certanially be CONSUMED,
with Down Pour,
because you are that Sweet,
Sweet-er, and Sweetest
Sensation, I will ever get times
THREE,,,, Sharing The same
OXYGEN, as we Touch noses,
connecting LIPS, Closely
together..... Piercing nipples
tightly against the chest....Breathing
Heavily with exhaustion. For
This is A passion, with no lust, for
it is an ultimate stare down to A true
beginning....
Entered in Good Enough contest,
Sponsored by: Sandy Ivy Davis
Carma Reed
10-23-12