Mongrel Poems

Among our three dogs of mongrel breed
that mingle well with kittens 
in their jubilant mood
our African birds give us delight
cheering us while in their cage, verily secured.

Through their guarding prowess
our dogs keep us physically protected
while barking unceasingly 
signaling presence of...Read More

Once there were two sisters named
Chalk and Cheese.
Long ago, Cheese was blamed,
Without reprise,
For a theft Chalk had committed.
Cheese, innocent, was soundly whipped -
Stealing could not be permitted,
In the bud it must be nipped.
Meanwhile Chalk, racked with guilt,
Slunk like a mongrel...Read More

My favourite animal is large,
And, believe me, no mirage,
It is of a mongrel breed,
And is very much in need.
My animal is every dog
That cruel owners starve and flog,
It is every tortured cat
Set on by some nasty brat,
Every pet that's left...Read More

Taffy and I walk together
finding golf balls in the heather.
A true friend as we slog around
a best partner so I have found.
Wanting my dog to have a proper name
in line with respect for this noble game.
Named for rotund William Howard...Read More

Well I just love me fishing with its peace and bloody quiet,
I don’t have to worry ‘bout the ‘dickheads’ 
and I don’t have to fight.
I can spend a week out on the river doing it with ease,
and if I argue...Read More

I was out of work in thirty-three and forced to take the road,
not really looking forward toward the tramping swaggy code,
and as luck had it, just by chance, I no longer had to hike,
‘cause parked outside a doctor’s house -...Read More

Sit with me.
Sit with me, ragged feral,
do not be afraid,
fight for no space uncertain,
you will be soothed, you will be safe,
you only need sit with me.

Walk with me.
Walk with me, stray mongrel,
do not remain unwanted,
contest no feeding rights,
you will be...Read More

Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf thunder,
What happened  to your breath baby brother,
what happened in the quiet black water,
maybe I...Read More

I owe so many.
And they've become overweight.
I can't carry them any longer.
Whenever I returned home
In the dead of midnight,
The debt I owe mother,
Who waited up without eating.
When I lay in drunken stupor at the wayside,
The obligation I owe the mongrel
Who...Read More

In the lush beer gardens of New Berlin,
fräulein Democracy dalmatian died
giving birth to a litter of surrogate lies

Fourth Reich Vandals with mongrel desires,
now on a demolition blitzkrieg breathe
Wehrmacht vapors rising volcanic once again

Perfidious voices carried on a turbulent wind —...Read More

Red power mode
White digital
Blue logo

My, oh my ...
sweet apple pie!
Patriotic American cheese is turning sour Kraut commie
Democracy is Wisconsin curdling ... penicillin shot
needed between the ailing ballot box,
sho’ ain’t Louisiana Purchase forthcoming

Lady Liberty is bowing face down, Kansas Toto-style,
to Kremlin...Read More

Me real name it is Bill Vonbertouche,	
but for short most folk just call me Bill.
Me Mum and Dad say I’m real smart,	
but the girls reckon I’m just a dill.	

But let’s just get this one thing straight,
I’ll tell you first -...Read More

Wynken Blynken and Nod???
(ah...oh methinks this pissant pooch woof lee 
barked up the wrong tree – 
reed don my mongrel friend)

This poetic endeavor doth not boast nor brag
to take digs on front page
     headline grabbing news,...Read More

Go on Back....

Sit among the dandelions
listen to the bees
thank the broken pavement
for the scars upon my knees

walk along three decker canyons
in a sticky August haze
hop within the hopscotch chalk
a dance form to amaze

hit some rocks with a long flat stick
raise...Read More

I was walking home from work about four thirty in the morn,
and was crossing o’er the railway line before the coming dawn,
when my foot slipped off the iron rail and I felt my ankle sprain,
then had to crawl across the...Read More

I hate wearing flamin’ suits and I hate wearing rotten ties, 
but if eating in a ‘glitzy’ restaurant, then I have to realize,
I can’t go wearing shorts and singlets or my best pair of thongs,
and can’t go getting rotten drunk...Read More

Across the ridges, flats and ranges, in print, on radio and stages,
you may hear this tale wherever you may go.
Sometimes a stranger may confide, about that famous ride,
in the rodeo at Mildura's annual show.

For a Brahman bull, a tear away,...Read More

'Whiskers'! That's who we called him and he passed through once a year
with his swag and billy; this time with a 'heeler' dog close near.
Our 'oldies' always said when 'Whiskers' camped beside the creek,
to keep away from that old man...Read More

Here’s a short poem for the blind among us, 
A poem that’s written in braille,
A poem that hopes to enlighten the world, 
A short unique, beautiful tale,

About a blind old wise man, who lives all alone, 
In a house on...Read More

The smell of dead flowers,
Life dances at "zero hour"-s,
No wonder man is doomed,
when you sit there, deplumed.

Move away, you peasant mongrel,
I'm not to be held,
accountable or to any sense.

Lime-a-way,my sins, oh darling,
even after I washed hands,
they still feel so damning.

12.29.2017...Read More

Salamander
Eating samples
of steak
Standing tall
While the owl on the branches chewing grapes
coffee mongrel shopping pit bull
dancing straight
Standing tall

Always wondered whose on first base
television my religion
has nothing to do with your hate
must be plastic because you're so dramatic
I can't relate
Standing tall

something bothering...Read More

Thou, O king, hast made a decree, 
that every man that shall hear the
sound of the cornet, flute, harp,
sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, 
and all kinds of musick, shall fall
down and worship the golden image:
And whoso falleth not down and
worshippeth, that...Read More

Ten slices of pure marmalade plus two years of misted Karmapa bread equals? Oh do hurry up. The sum is easy. Oh ok then try another. Twelve custard tarts divided by an in between feathered door divider plus a couch...Read More

Most people don’t ask the right question,
few people wanna hear the right answer
But everybody can feel when it’s getting cold,
feel the chill when the Pluto wind blow
Winter is coming ...
And when it gets here,
will you be one of those
mongrel dogs
who...Read More

City Sun Spots

He’s got a twinkle in his eyes
an aversion to cold prose
he recites – obliquely – poetry
a king without his clothes.

She’s got no laces in her sneakers
still they caress her dancing feet
as she pirouettes on concrete
floating down the city...Read More