Short Yelping Poems

A brazen chime, did eyes fare grander?
Her inward jazz, knowing--love me now.
O patient, quiet reins
Save tomorrow
Under violet's waltz. 
Xerxes' yelping zenith....

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Mostly wishing I was a mouse
Always falling down
Running into many of walls
Yelping like a sheep
Ants in my pants, can't stay still
Never meets a stranger
Never wants to be to tall...

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A
Big
Clumsy
Dog
Escapes
From
George’s
House
Into
Jeffs
Kitchen
Lurching
Madly
Nudging
Over
Pete’s
Quorn
Risotto
Stopping
To
Urinate
Vainly
With
Xrated
Yelping
Zeal...

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In the White House where folks stayed, they say
Fauci - sleepy - had gone the wrong way.
He lay down by a rump -
that of Donald J. Trump,
yelping, “You are not Bill Gates! Oy vey!”


Nov. 23, 2020 for Joseph May's Out On A Lim Poetry Contest...

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Bees flying through the air,
 
Children stomping through the leaves,

Frogs jumping into ponds,

Puppies yelping loudly in the yards,
 
Bunnies hopping through the forests
 
Birds singing in the trees,
 
Crickets hopping down the street...

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BEHIND THE CURTAIN


I picked the withering roses
Out of the vessel;

To fling them off
I crossed the door
Only to find
A palm of fingers 
Tilling a land 
Between his belly and abdomen
And soon his yelping mouth
Caught it and swallowed .


Alas! where ‘s 
 My rosy n chubby hunger -dear ?...

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the elf hung upside down from an elm tree
his round emerald eyes staring at me
tried to get attention by yelping “whee!”
some others stared with weird curiosity

I ignored him and I think that you will agree
it is best to give show-offs a little privacy
anyway this technique has always worked for me
lively elf is still hanging down from that old elm tree...

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Preferring darkness, to forage and hunt, night they choose
Relatively world’s smallest owl, yelping is their unique call
Eyes highlighted, gray bill, brown birds that feign death to bluff
They are listed enangered, they migrate, mob their predators too
To rear, parents work hard, hunt-feed-defend to put up best show
Young fledged at ten weeks, nearly eliminated by humans they cry fowl
...

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These spicy banana peppers are hotter than hot.
My annoyed esophagus yells “Not! Not! Not! Not! Not! Not!”
They dance around and down my gullet from the crockpot.
Temperature there is turned up to about a thousand watt.

Some weird stranger asks me, “Is this what you brought?”
Jalapeno and banana peppers tangled in a dancing knot?
My overeager tummy is yelping and screaming a lot.
Acid reflex at my age is almost nightly fought!...

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Canine teeth that glimmer with the moonlights gaze
Open mouthed to taste unsalted tears of dripping clouds
Howls are gargled as they swallow the forlorn
Straw men sit and sift the spaces
that make their shifting frame
Wheat whips splash across the backs
as yelping oil dogs
turn to puddles black
Straw men slowly hack
at chaff offspring
that seem to laugh
Obsidian flame burning in the acid rain
as shadow ghost murmur
their stolen names...

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Wake up, morning
-
Waking up, from the cold water;
walking over it; a spider,
is moving with lame laziness
towards its unaware breakfast.

Heat generated first clouds, 
the newborns, yelping, careening
intoxicated by youth,
are scattered here and there.

The boy discovers a treasure, 
his father’s cassette collection.
Old tape-recorder whines and squeaks.
Armstrong sings, “it’s a beautiful world…” 

© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar...

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Summer’s almost over - that convalescent state
where successive modes of pleasure
were the order of the day.
Now fall commands awakening -
drive simplicity away! The hounds
of hell are yelping that it’s time to banish play.
They cry “forget unscheduled hours 
that owned no share of care - the virtual halls
are scheduled and we’ll soon see you there.”
No apotropaic magic can delay my slated fate - 
to pixelated halls of learning I must soon acclimate....

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Polly Purebred was a bit too stuck up for my taste.
But Underdog was always there, with a heave and a haste.
I remember being shocked when I saw him in color in 1964.
Picturing him in blues, not reds, now seeing him down to his core.

He flew across the screen at Polly’s first whistle.
His cape was smooth and clean, without thorns or a thistle.
Polly Purebred never stop yelping, not a favorite with me.
But Underdog always saved her, with a bit of cartoonish glee....

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no one can survive
without someone who cares
a person who for you would drive
with no fear not even of bears

that special someone would love you dearly
in all of her actions it would show quite clearly
that person is a mother with no care in the world
other than to give you a life fully unfurled
for these reasons and more we must help
before she would even think of yelping for help

so care about your mother while you still can
before it is eventually the end of her life span...

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I open a bag of
mixed-up vegetables
their chatter is deafening
I ask them, “What’s the ruckus?
“It’s the day of reckoning!”

I open a box of 
Hamburger Helper
hoping to quench veggies’ yelping
As H.H. interacts with
mixed up vegetables
he laments, “I can do no helping!”

It’s hard to decide what to make for dinner
when surrounded by conflict and strife
After thinking it through the only sure winner
Is to leave dinner plans to my wife

“What’s for dinner, dear?”
...

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