Short Pavlov Poems
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Having lived with a cat
for the past six years--
I am thoroughly convinced
that both
Pavlov and his dog
were conditioned
by Pavlov's Cat....
Categories:
pavlov, cat, dog, funny love, humor, humorous, relationship,
Form:
Prose
sunlight triggers growth
the dormant have awakened
peach trees are budding
add heavy cream to the list
Pavlov understood the drool
Categories:
pavlov, future, growth,
Form:
Tanka
When Pavlov was ringing a bell,
Some saliva his dogs would expel.
And just like that drool
I’m a Words with Friends fool,
For its music makes me want to spell.
Categories:
pavlov, dog, words,
Form:
Limerick
Cinderella for a day
her pavlov dogs barking
Long shanks meant for the shining,
hairline conquests prevail
Antibiotics for a Queen
the white path of riddance
Stupor by Rules
Hysterical outcomes
The all Mighty Sun
is streaming
hoping for the fog
Categories:
pavlov, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
I saw her under a tall lilac tree
A piece of scarlet sky looking tipsy
Was the fervent look calling thee or me?
Whatever, I went to respond in glee
Alas it flew away on the top of
Calling me in gestures orange and mauve
A lovely she with eyes airy and suave
Should I? Flashed in the photo of Pavlov
October 23, 2017
Categories:
pavlov, imagination, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
Of eleven children he was the first
and from an early age
for research had a thirst
his love of dogs was no surprise
highly regarded
he received the Nobel Prize
altho' no longer around
of all those that ever were
I clearly like the sound
as with food it goes so well
and if nothing else
the name 'Pavlov' rings a bell
Categories:
pavlov, animal, celebrity, dog, food, fun, humorous, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
A distant liquid drumbeat stirs the air
an aromatic call to hither come
sip the darkened rise of waking sun
soothe the prayerful hands of wakening.
Sizzling, the strips of breakfast rant
beside the wide eyed pair in silent trance
as Pavlov plays the strings of memory
warm feet dart quickly o’er cold floors.
©12/5/2019
Smell sound taste touch repeat sense. Poetry Contest
Categories:
pavlov, senses,
Form:
Free verse
Vague memories haunt me still,
they come whether sadness or thrill,
too often at the very worst time,
it rings in my head, a Pavlov chime,
some reactions are unrehearsed,
but at the same time I feel versed,
like a dark coffee my actions appear bold,
when in turn, inside I break and fold,
you, most of all, don't deserve this exposure,
twisted memories becoming my composer.
Categories:
pavlov, abuse, addiction, anger, anxiety, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
COPLA CUARENTA Y TRES: This Bad Guy World
No one’s to blame for being a dope
Nor for nursed beliefs from cradles:
Unless born Lords
Nor be blamed for sucking on dope
Nor for believing word riddles:
If told they’re God’s
Not what but where raised to believe
Born to parents in which country:
Pavlov rats all
If God loves and knows all who live
Why This World so unjust un-free:
His beck and call
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2014
Categories:
pavlov, conflict,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
COPLA 78 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World
Recruit killers from the cradle
“Touches pas à mon Dieu! S’il te plaît!”
Crazed Pavlov mice
Curious holy books lie idle
Bits and pieces froth in mouths lay:
Rest lice in rice
Even if faiths feed best within ethnies
Holy writs and laws best divide them:
Make each Other
Some faiths lay claim to affinities
Yet each other slaughter and condemn:
Curse their mother
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
pavlov, conflict, creation, god,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Don't call me immigrant
Call me cherry tree
With pink and white cherry blossoms
Don't call me immigrant
Call me sunny butterfly
With swallowtail
Don't call me immigrant
Call me yellowtail snapper
In the cold waters of Florida
Don't call me immigrant
For Pradesh the taxi driver may not come
Pavlov, so well dress, may not open the door
The coffee may not bring vodka nor rum
And your children may not see Tina anymore
Don't call me immigrant
I am just a cloud laden with your rain.
Categories:
pavlov, on work and working, political, me, may,
Form:
Free verse