Short Prick Up Poems

A shout triumphant exudes pure joy
  O'er hill and dale, a bugle call

The fox and hound prick up their ears
  Each cries out ~ distinct, their tears...

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This Love will not hurt anyone.
I am just a dog looking for treats.

This Love does not care,
If, for a while, I’m a bad dog,
or just a typical human
with the usual itches.

I guess we are all spiritual strays.

As love speak to us
let's prick-up our ears,
hearing only:

"Who's a good boy."

This is just God-talk...

dogs will understand.



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It hurts so much to want someone who is just so utterly perfect. 
Too perfect to even compare to ourselves.

The pain is throbbing in your head and your heart, and it's very difficult to tell one apart;
Because well, they both hurt.

And as the confusion sweeps over us,
we stay silent, and still.

Could you prick up your ears and hear the internal sobs of the unwanted, the unnoticed and the unloved....

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Stars ring out;
the night sky sings tonight.
The land listens like a wolf,
I listen like a wolf.

Maybe it's just he crisp air
making my ears ring,
maybe the stars are as mute as usual.
Maybe the land is just land?

Yet why do my eyes gleam so bright
they seem like celestial flashlights
piercing the heavens?
How come my ears prick up
as if I were a wolf,

And why (most strange of all),
is my heart howling
but quietly,
howling ever so quietly....

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