Short Black Dog Poems
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There's no place like home now or ever for me.
I love being here in my own space, you see.
My collections, colors, and black dog abound.
Walk in and notice everything safe and sound.
I can't remember a time without you.
You've always been here, following one step behind.
I've always known where our path would go.
It's time for you to lead, old friend.
I will follow.
A black dog
Whining and whimpering
Sitting at the end of the bed
An omen
personification of misfortune
Forever the dark cloud
looming over
everything I’ve loved
Forever the killjoy
darkness again stink of ferments
deserted bottles lonely chairs warm
delirious of the deedings before
dejected flowers plastic unattended
black dog crosses the path
omen of death
zigaru vasti paleroo
hagi venda heseeroo
barsukka neeroo
Form:
He was very low
And didn’t know
How he would get through
There was no way that it would do
Then a friend returned
And put out the slow burn
For sometimes that’s all it takes
When hope returns and the black dog quakes.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A mute cacophony rings between my ears.
The silent dungeonous din of the pelting stone past.
And in that roaring, the hauntings come
and the black dog, waiting, salivating, silently saunters alongside the
specters and, heavy, blankets me in darkness.
Once i got taken to the edge of time and back again
A really unholy tail
With wild beasts in the nightfall
I let out an almight wail
I was led to a den of the darkness
Only to find the light
That beast who took me there
Didnt leave without a fight
The black dog is prowling around
Just quietly without a sound
The dog sniffs here and there
Who it gets it doesn’t care
It licks your hand just to say
I am not going to go away
And when you’re feeling low
In it jumps and steals the show.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Memories are memories
Good, bad or indifferent
They don’t care
So you smile at the good ones
Wonder about the indifferent ones
And the black dog comes back
For the bad ones
When you can’t get rid
Of them in your head
One day they’ll have me.
© Paul Warren Poetry
It’s the ticking, ticking of the clock
I’m alone again unnaturally
And I hear the black dog
Growling, sneering at me
It doesn’t go away
As I close my eyes
I will still see
The black dog
Growling, sneering at me
Even if it leaves today
It will be back soon anyway.
© Paul Warren Poetry
You are a noose
Not letting me breathe
Like a soundproof room
The thoughts locked inside my head
You are a mask of joy
Hiding my fear behind your crooked smile
Like the coming winter, you creep in slowly
And fill me with a deep-seated chill
Frozen in the cold
I wait for Spring to thaw my bones
Sometimes mad,
the reigns drag
from clawing hands,
the pounding steed
of a racing mind
now overwhelmed
in clinging sand,
the world an alien land, fearful
neath the smothering ooze,
crying in the darks oppression,
muttering confession to demons
that watch and wait, for
darker times come late.
Still water and a black dog tasting flesh in her mouth
On a bridge as thin and fragile as a strand of hair
Passing over transparent flames, she saw her image
Howling over a dog tasting a gem of ruby
Ignited, Sophia plunged straight at the black lion
Anguished now in waves of wails, a white lamb helped her out
-lost and can not find
something too far out of reach
just need a little
migraine pains they creep
black dog images appear
dry eyes blurred vision
no motivation
tossing turning twisted sheets
two dogs that can sleep
if only I could
for now I will close my eyes
pretending to sleep
9-3-23
The last line of evening light
Descended upon Renton,
Bent on tranquil dissonance.
Our faces listless and malleable
'Gainst the dying sun on the faded brick
Buildings across the tiny side Main streets.
The pub 12-year-old feeds the local black dog,
Paw to wrist,
With her mom's tired eyes
Longingly yonder,
Content and quiet.
D-ay seventh of February
H-as broken in your sight;
A-iming to warm your heart,
Y-our soul shares the light.
D-awn has left the night,
E-arly in lovely Tuesday;
G-ray haze has vanished,
U-nder the blue skyway.
Z-enith awaits the beacon,
M-aking your birthday brighter;
A-llow yourself to stay
N-ice black dog lover.
we are fascinated
by the cells and the systems
now here
white dog waggled her
half cut tail
divine occupance here
for a very short while
wiping the tears
electromagnetic force of
the existence
realising experiencing
and healing miraculously
unconcerned like a comet
about to be delivered
black dog joined the white
peacefully
Form:
Jazz piano plays
in the coffeehouse
Friends old and new
sit together
talk listen
Through the window
I see the sun set
on the lake
watch lovers
walk hand in hand
and remember
a time when I too
walked hand in hand
with my lover
around the same lake
love in my heart
jazz in my soul
Tonight the
piano plays
a lifetime of memories
A black dog has
chewed the string of my heels,
followed my eyes,
heavy with dark corners
pushed me over the fence,
down the path
broken with stones,
cruel with gravel
and chased me into
the shallows
where I hit the tide
with the flat of my hand.
Black Dog
Black dog black dog
Where did you go ?
Your once ebony muzzle
Now white as snow.
Black dog black dog
Where did you go ?
Your once easy gait
Now halted and slow.
Black dog black dog
Where did you go ?
Your bright brown eyes
Are losing their glow.
Black dog black dog
Where have you gone ?
I’m here by your side
Right where I belong.
What do you write when your brain's in dark fog
You scratch your head and search for some words in vain
That is when you sink deeper into black dog
How you now howl,whine and whimper with great pain
Until suddenly your new vision you unclog
To set your fresh poem alight and in train
Joyfully your poem is live on the page
Creating a bright opus that is all the rage
When it rains in your head
both joy and sorrow are your shadow.
You feel those liquid stiletto's, feel
the downpour all day
as you walk smiling in the sunshine.
The rain does not stop
yet the black dog
you call your darkness
turns into a Golden Retriever,
a happy pup playing in-between
Spring raindrops.
Your head clears
and you don't have to smile
or paint your mask anymore.
the ever helpful angels,
we meet along the way,
ones who will pick you up,
till you are happy, bloody aye,
boot the black dog up the Kyber pass,
and the mongrel whines away,
depression knocked off, on its asss,
when the angel comes your way,
take the world by scruff,
yer tough enough,
be happy bloody aye,
let the inner spirit shine, plum duff,
is all that johnson says...
Don Johnson
Black Dog Blues
To have control of emotion,
mental black dog of the lost,
plunge thoughts deep in icy ocean,
it cant move in permafrost,
depression lives if you let it,
but you are better than that,
remember the part with a happy heart,
where your MOOD control is at,
i could not have put it better mate,
weak Willie pays the cost,
mental IS of the tensile frame,
resolve is never lost...
Don
Ahh and so if surfaces
The black dog
The evil lerking soul
Like a precipice
That cracked mirror
It drags me towards
And dares
Look at you hideous beast
'I dare look and see'
'What now the terror of my being'
'What do you want me to do'
'Come on I say with a handful of pills'
It smiles and snarls and moves its body
Like a dog about to strike
It smiles
'Not today, I wouldn't waste even my time on you'...