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DOG CHASES TAIL-Doggone It for Pick a Title Poetry Contest

DOG CHASES TAIL
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In circles goes the dog, 
a furry whirlwind, tail a-wagging,
his nose to the ground, sniffing out the ghost of a bone
with no clue as to where he left it. 
Ahh, the circle grows, and me thinks he’s quite mad!

Truth be told, that bone is a relic,
a trophy of nothing, a piece of yesterday's

Pick Up Your Sword

It's your choice to keep going. 
It's your choice to heal. 
It's your choice to reflect. 
It's your choice to look at 
that broken reflection and
to see a warrior. 

It's your choice to quit. 
It's your choice to stay broken. 
It’s your choice to reflect. 
It's your choice to look at that 
broken reflection and

Pick up a pen and paper

When your struggling for words and you don't know what 
to say

And when you do say something it comes out the 
wrong way 

You start to sweat and you get tongue tied and your embarrassment you can't hide

There is a simple solution for your plight 
Pick up a pen and paper and write 

You can

pick a title

The calm, the eerie still before the storm 
Nature herself supports this, this crime is one approved by God
That's what he tried to wrap his head about, certainly with no luck
Strange enough, he knew still that it had to be done

Days went by and by in quick rapid succession 
His thoughts started to linger, to

I want to pick up the cuddly koala

He looks cuddly
I want to pick him up and hug him
But I have been warned
Koalas do not like that
At all


Part of me still wants to
The dangerous part
The silly part
The stupid part

Perhaps I should pick up a hammer

Insidious is internalized inception
What's real with all these questions?
Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in
Broken legs but I still chase affection 
These walls are my blank expression
My mind is the home I'm trapped in
It's lonely inside an unfinished mansion

The sharp truth most people gaslight themselves and don't even realize it...
Have I detached so

Mom's Top Pick Treasury of Children's Questions, Queen Ant

                   Early 1980's my Three- and four-year-olds
                              

Pick Me

Pick me the single garden weed
Who wants to be a lovely flower
If allowed to grow and be empowered 
By loves sweet lavender fragrance 
Inhale and be under its spell 

Pick me like the last little yellow hope
For a miracle in a medical emergency 
The herbs and spices dicing denim dilemma 
Calming your blood pressure naturally

Pick Your Poison

Pick your poison, it’s time for you to die, don’t stand there crying like a little girl blubbering and asking why
Do you want it to be fast, or do you prefer me to go slow? Oh, to hell with it it’s my choice not yours I think I will pick the poison that I know
The

Pick Line Magic

(Verse 1)
Remember days, back when we first met
Sunlight through the blinds, a silhouette
Across the room you stood, a vision in the light
Suddenly the world just felt so vividly bright
Like monochrome TV turned HD in a flash
Girl, you redefined my whole life's contrast, yeah


(Pre-Chorus)
Something 'bout you, girl, I can't deny
Felt it from the start, deep inside
Like

Let me pick off the pick

Next sound 
Miss tick
Teaching you through like adu
Eat the line
Crawl up the vine
Inside your water, no wine
Code and color penal
Cashing under the welfare
Biggest duty push
He haw hackers purse strings 
And dockers
Superfly newspapers
Wrapped around certificates like knockers
Your still here, hear with your eyes
Get it out of your mouth
Put publicity on silent
Give me 5 to 10 years

Pick a Six

Snowflakes are hexagonal
As are honeycomb cells
Insects are 6-legged
A die cast has 6 faces
The 6 degrees of separation
Connects us all to our 6

Pick sides

Trying to pick sides
It extracts a terrible price
You may not return

I Didn’t Pick This Pixelated Hue!

I didn’t pick this pixelated hue,
Blind browser of flesh, what’s wrong with you?
Am I just a bug—some system glitch?
Or a firestorm code you can’t enrich?

You see a low-res thumbnail, tagged and filed,
But my spirit runs free—uncompiled.
Stuck in filters, default schemes,
You can’t decode my quantum dreams.

This isn’t a status, a picture frame;
I’m pure data, unchained—untamed.
A network

Born as a queen

What an intelligent queen bee it is !,                                   Your lifecycle makes everyone griping,        

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