Short Eared Poems

a rain dear up eared
   eye sore it in 'ere

  wears it too nite
    a Poe-M aisle rite...

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I hope that you know, 
even when I don’t say it;
You run through my mind, 
filling the spaces and lines;   
That dog eared page I turn to....

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Hawaiian short-eared 
Owl, guardian spirit saves
Land from strange species

Elegant in flight
Feathers ruffled rounded face
Golden wide eyes stare...

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aisles of antiques
corrugated with named streets -
cups, saucers and book bindings
…stomach’s churning. i’m paying,
booking with dog-eared treasures.

7/27/2021...

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Stormy, showery, windy 
Freezing evening
Wintertime, timber
Leaved forest, pointed pines old
A forlorn dog
With thoughts in its head
Growls at eared, sleepy owl 
Who rises from cursed bed
Without a pause
Turned and fled...

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The radio speaks 
of race- children laugh in the dark.
The big eared squirrel

with coffee bean eyes
knows why I toss oat-nut bread 
to the Autumn chill.

A sand- colored hare
softly hops, catches my breath.
The sailor sees land....

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Steak, a versatile food,

So easy to prepare.

Seared, broiled, or grilled, my choice.

Searing steak, I prefer.

Savory, meaty, and

Smoky scent in the air.

Seared rib eye steak, yummy!

...

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dragons with fat striped tummies that glow
faerie mushroom houses and a round window
fat sassy red cats and curly blue eared dogs
roses and daisies with dapper frogs on brown logs
witches and warlocks, cocky confident pirate queens
These are but a few of my favorite things...

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nanny goats eat grass and leaves of trees
wild mountain goats stand on rocks with ease
tiny pygmy goats know how to climb up trees
frumpy milking goats give product away with ease
long-eared goats look as weird as bumblebees
wonder if army goats do pushups from their knees?...

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Animals and Madness
A floppy-eared rabbit is
a cuddly lover 
it will not let you down.
Wild boars are ugly 
unloved they roam the forest 
looking for food
The cuddly rabbit died of old
age and children cried.
A bullet felled the boar and
it fed us a tasteful midday meal....

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Once, poems on paper.
Books to be marked.
Dog-eared pages,
left open, carried.
Cared for, like a loved one.
All of life in ink.

Poets still write.
No restrictions,
pleading, pandering
or publishers.

Unlimited digital
parking spaces.
Will they be found
in the future?...

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As I Was Walking In the Snow

the snow, a fattening marshmallow 
like Leaves of Grass lent to Longfellow
same dog eared look
of well read book
it must be old, it’s turning yellow


©2/16/2018

submitted to – As I was Walking in the Snow – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Kevin Shaw...

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On my 60" HD TV.
I saw a ragged child with a sunburst smile.
Wearing a patchy blue dress
more dirt than fabric on it.
For fun she was rolling a bent bike tire.
With a thin stick down a dog-eared road.
Somehow, she kept the ancient tire rolling straight.
She kept the tire on the straight....

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Mounds of papers, ragged, uneven as if elbows flaring at angles severe
   Pens akimbo, dog-eared reminders, fading memorabilia
You-Name-It was all piled there only yesterday, only yesterday
   
Somehow dumpier now that it's been stripped bare of
   What gave it character, its empty drawers ajar...

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I read you like a book
the cover fading
the binding cracked
pages dog-eared 
and yellowing
a book I have read
many times
and still reread
contentment in your story
comfort in your words
an old friend I cherish
the ending sad
never changing
but still I read
page by page
chapter by chapter
a book I love...

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True Love is like a pair of comfortable slippers
that go together, but don't quite fit
but have room to grow and give
when their lived in.

They get worn and a bit dog eared over time
but, become so hard to throw away
because they are comfortable and familiar
They are betterl as a pair
than in their own 

.peter Dome. copyright 2012....

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A nameless pond is drying up
lily is showing off her green wooden leg
extending a green cup toward the clouds
green glass frogs are chanting in the shallows
a square dance caller flashes a red bow tie 
red eared sliders turn the potter's wheel
around a muddy dime.
Death square dances with life
in the middle of this nameless pond....

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I’m wrying to trite poetry,
I’m doing it all the day,
Wrying to get the turds out,
To must jean what I say.

Rumtimes the syme hust jappens,
Other wimes it’s tierd,
And the jeaning is all mumbled,
Fexactly as I eared.

So ease be plunderstanding,
And kentle as you gnow,
For wrying to get the turds out,
Is not an geasy way to owe....

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A cigarette 
A dog-eared, tattered book
Worn as me 
And the tired clock 
  Tick 
      Tick 
          Tick 
Time unyielding 

The hand on my shoulder 
Recognition 
Comfort 
My old friend 
And I’m dragged home 

My sadistic lover 
A brief war 
A loss 
Always a loss
And the tired clock 
Always tired 
 Tick
     Tick 
         Tick...

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Fragment

In, that petal drooping dream,
I take the reluctant morning for a walk
Its head propped up on a speeding reel
Of flickering moments
Tasting of stale salted sweat it
Drips into and darkens
A sunless compressed thin day
The growling,dog eared pages display
A fang torn night,
 it swallows stray secrets, and
Colours another day.
Early o clock !...

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I watched you walk into the company cafeteria, staring at the ready made food under plastic

Selecting something green and healthy, the choice of a fluffy long eared herbivore

And cradling a glass of grey brown juice squeezed from a plant unpronounceable, shredded elastic

And then choosing a solo table, kicking off your shoes, pressing bare feet onto polished concrete floor....

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There once was a fellow named Musk.
Who bought a blue bird out of love,
He fed it the first amendment.
The greenies condemned him to death.
Turning blue when they swallowed his tusk-

They flashed the dog-eared race card
To blot out the man of the stars. 
For they fancy only obedient sheep
sheered sheep to pad the globalist dream
They'll drive Musk into the mountains of mars-...

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Spring. Radiant gold rays of sunrise.
Sprinkles surprise from dramatic skies.
Swing heartbeat, flowering Spring,
Stir-up breathtaking flowering buds, it wrings and brings.
Plump long-eared, cotton-tailed bunnies jump,
Zigzag among the green grass and clover, bump
Among yellow daisies, daffodils, and lavender boarder way yonder.
A timeless swing dance among the dawn wonder.


2/29/2024
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It was not the robe flowing beanied
kind;
nor the ball batting
St. Louis slugging
variety.

I saw the shrill-
whistling flying
mr. proud to be a bird
 red male looking for a
palomino-ed colored female kind of cardinal

come a calling not for me, 
the earth-bound tin-eared 
feather-free wingless woman
martian-looking
through a pair of Zeiss.


©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
June 21, 2012...

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my heart has come up missing
the search shall continue long into this life

I think of you not for the pleasure 
of a clandestine rendezvous 
no not the shallow ego of my loins

the perception that you will answer when I call 
brings me back to the caress of your fingers 
through my hair, your eyes softly in mine 
the nooks and corners that gave us refuge

these etched mementos 
some dog-eared 
some new...

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