Bud is loyal to the end
Bud loves me. I’m her friend
Bud licks my face
And sniffs my butt
Wags her tail
Yah, she’s a mut
Just like me, you see
I just may have some Native in me yet
With maps of Earth in her fur
And wrinkled ones on me
We’ve guided our way here
On Earth
Together
We are buds
Tree to pee
Anywhere we please
Categories:
mut, dog, humor,
Form: Rhyme
sinking putt
kicking butt
sticking shut
humiliating hut
feeling gut
asking what
removing rut
dancing strut
having been cut
muttering mut
becoming nut
News reporter on MSNBC talked about
"Sinking putt" and I thought he had said,
"Kicking butt." Rest of words above also
came to mind.
Seems like cloth masks are a no no.
They are even having metal lined
masks.
What could you add to above?
TV Programs are also great like
77 Sunset Strip, the Shadow Knows,
Done da done done, done da done
done dah, Lone Ranger Rides Again,
Nation Wide on Your Side, Butter Milk
and Hi Ho Silver, Have Gun, Will Travel,
Gabby, Ten-Two and Four, Silver Bullet,
(I used to have a silver bullet pencil
sharpener), The Wave, Just the facts
man, etc. Married dear old dad;
The King and ?; Easter ? Leaf Clover;
Merry Go ? Long ? Short ?
? in a Corner; ? Bill; Donkey and
Elephant; African ? Where is it now?
? Trombones; ? Dalmatians; Merry-Go-?
Eiffel ? If you are an Einstein, what
are you being? Which president always
tells the truth and splits rails;
Name of Masked Man? What do you
do to shenanigans?
Categories:
mut, allegory, analogy,
Form: I do not know?
A-trocious
P-andemic's
R-aunch
I-nvisibly
L-ets
S-ullied
H-ands
A-ttack
N-ose
N-astily
E-mploying
S-mut
U-ntil
B-ody's
I-mmunity
E-xperiences
R-espiratory
A-ilment
Topic: Birthday of April Shanne Subiera (April 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
mut, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
¨the sad book again?¨
yes dad the sad book again
oh how often i find myself buried in pages deep
¨why dont you ever talk about it?¨
i cant.
i desperately want to,
attempt to.
but instead i stand
tongue twisted, tied up in a knot
all the words i dream and wish to day
unable to escape
the poor excuse of a voice i so call have
i think the first time he used his hands to cover my mouth
my brain got in habit of staying mut
leaving all the unspoken words and thoughts
in my head desperate to find a way out
desperate to find a way for you to understand
to comprehend the chaos that is so called my mind
so i pick up this pencil in hope
that these words will hope
in hope that through my poetry
you just might catch a glimpse of my pain
Categories:
mut, depression,
Form: Free verse
13 years have passed
But I miss you still
Nobody will ever break the bond
Between a dog and a child
Brown shaggy hair with black spots
He wasn't a purebred with a pedigree
But the fact that people called him a mut
Sure as hell didn't matter to me
He bit me in the head
Every time I remember it I find it funny
He bit me in the same place he was named
But that never stopped me from loving him
To this very day
Sometimes I wonder
What would've happened if that car
Hadn't hit you that day
I wonder
How many years
Would we still have to play
The three years I knew you
Were the grandest ones ever
And in my heart I know we will always be
Together
Categories:
mut, child, childhood, death of
Form: Free verse
Whippet's in the wind
When greyhound
Gazed upon
Whippersnapper
Want to be
In the midday sun
Whistle of a woman
Calling canine back
Put him on the leash
Take doggy to the track
Flat cap Freddie motions
To signal his mut
Caught him by the collar
In the car he's shut
Categories:
mut, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Pride and Prejudice A Dog’s Tale
Simply scratching is really not fair
said King Kong to the mut in his lair
you’ve laid down with me’s
and I’m covered with fleas
Now, Fay Wray will end our affair!
Oh well, said the pink Pomeranian
Find a pet, a bit, more pedestrian
Let sleeping dogs lie
too near to your thigh
or go for a prize more Wagnerian!
Brunhilda you see cares not if you’ve fleas
for horned helmets has she’s for releases
She’ll scratch your back
when fleas attack
That Fay Wray lacks tact and she sneezes!
~Lie down with dogs, wake up with fleas
~~Let sleeping dogs lie
*The 1933 original version of King Kong
stared actist Faye Wray as the apes girlfriend.
**A pomeranian is a long haired German dog.
***Wagner is a German composer who wrote The Ride of the Valkyries
Brünnhilde is one of the eight valkyrie sisters, commonly seen
in horned helmets who bring souls to Valhala.
Categories:
mut, animals, funny, love
Form: Limerick
Is it ok if I go away for a couple of days or will it make you sad enough to come looking for
me? I dont understand why you always gotta see me when I dont wanna see you dont you
see. It's not ment to be. You and me. Me and I. That's all I need not you just me. Lord girl
do you not understand what goodbye means. I give you a little of my heart and you think
you can just take it all from me. Now I know the real you so get away from me. Didnt think
the other guys would tell me what you've done. What were ya thinkin. There's a name for
you people say. But im no better just a mut. Been all around. Still looking for the dream we
all wanna see. True love just you and me."
Categories:
mut, me, me,
Form: I do not know?
rod and berry
how very cherry
roper rode in
a hi.drogen mary
chariot races…
characters of
an ancient face
play for a ball
in a boysen space
senses men…
a seamans Ace
plays for the sake
of a peaceful place
Sirens ring…
and the x.men favor
a flavored x.gene.
”...hip Rogue…”
is a merry machine
pro.on the deary
of an airy unseen
wind for the sail
in a mind called we.
“soak.ey…
I am okay…”
the Corals learning…
Class 5.v2
”...what is she?...”
A class five mut Sir
A classy nut, what?
Not a nut Sir a mut
She’s a dog?
She’s a musing
none the less
Not a dog Sir!
A mut! Class 5
Pet her then?
you say she’s
got a classy set?
She might bust a nut
if she thought you said that…
”...come on then, tell me!...”
She’s an ant too
Class V of 3
Are you sure
She’s a she?
Heard it
first hand Sir…
Class V Lass ey?
I say…
Acts the brat
What’s her name?
Categories:
mut, imaginationclass, class,
Form: I do not know?
Whilst I hover here
wondering if i'll be sick
The hazy details of the nights debauchery
Become clearer with every retch,
And nothing.
Who took that photo with the silly face?
I really thought id be able to pace
Myself this time;
But its shouldnt's and never agains
all morning in the loo.
The bad techno and overplayed hits
Still echop through my pounding head,
Recently obliterated by that dionysian nectar.
The midday sun now pours through my iris
Ill adjusted to to anything mut multicoloured strobes.
Another hopeful attempt to spew hits me,
Only to be met with dissapointment.
Cralwing from the linoleum jail,
I call a friend to reminisce
And hes the same as me, only he pulled and barely rememebers.
And so i enter the platic prison
for a last attempt to purge, but nothings there.
Looking in the mirror telles me to pull myself together,
A sparkling alka-seltzer cocktail takes the edge off
And I remember that hangovers only last a day,
whilst forgotten memories lie in obscurity forever.
Categories:
mut, friendship, funny, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?
My dream is of a better world
Where rivers run free,
Where our waters are unpolluted
By debris thrown in by humanity.
Where crime is not known and weapons rare,
My dream is of a world
That overflows with care.
My dream is that we love each other,
Not by the colour of our skin,
But by the goodness that lies within.
Why is there envy?
Why is there hate?
Why shoud you be executed just standig by your gate?
Why mut there be famine?
Why must there be war?
We have repeatedly asked these questions before.
Parents lead and children follow,
That's not always the case as we already know.
My prayer is that one day all this will cease
Then we can envision worldwide peace.
Categories:
mut, hope, inspirational, peace, people,
Form: Lyric