Sometimes I follow faded stars
Lost lonely souls with jaded hearts
But brilliant minds indigo smarts
Full of wisdom despite their scars
The beautiful ones have stories
Some of victory of green glory
But personally I prefer the gory
Truth of failure to be less boring
Life makes you like a dog collar
Is strangling neck so tight you holler
Despite experience status as scholar
No matter your position in beauty parlor
For beauty is a burning boisterous blade
that cuts two ways leaves you spayed
For others see you and miscalculate
The pain you have inside is dead weight
Yet there is a deadly denim denial
In creases of your courageous smile
They always tell you to be proud
To turn a bloody frown upside down
A faded star with a hole in red heart
Has adjusted to the irony and dark
Paths sarcastic laughs of lone sharks
Feeding on energy from the flower park
Not all pretty faces will win the rat race
Someone left behind must lead the way
For the rebuilding of the hearts that break
For the sacrificial lambs that find faith
(Lada, October 2025)
Lada, our own Glorious Aryan Ruler
Noble Slavic goddess of love, beauty
And fertility, although alas, spayed.
It’s interesting how every dog is unique
And yet every breed consistent
With its own genetically determined
Physical, mental and emotional qualities.
And although some breeds are more noble than others
Not all dogs fill their archetype’s shoes equally.
But Lada is the exception that proves the rule
The noble rule of her not so pure Aryan blood
Being a cross of East and West
Anatolian Shepherd and Great Pyrenees.
Top dog in our pack, ruling with deep growl
And a mouth big enough to hold and subdue a pug,
But always with a heart
That somehow knows exactly what to do
To keep her pack in line
While inspiring her humans
To see her inherent nobility and canine dignity
And not just meet the whole lotta love she gives
But rise to her example.
(10/30/25)
The surgeon
had successfully removed his libido
and fed it to the hospital cat.
Corridors became whispering tubes
for I.V. drip pushing wanderers,
their pale bottoms peering out
like beluga whales through the cracks
of gaping gowns.
He dreamed often,
the drugs swiped his mind,
he was a screen, that with flickering ease
erased and replaced his life
with crazily narrated electric poetry,
a hypersonic buzz
that pretzelled his thoughts.
A nurse appeared to him between
the sensual waves that spayed across
his surgically mauled mortality.
She was erotically enhanced,
her trance-dance of sexuality
poured into his flaccid organs
like a shot of ice-cold Taquilla.
Once she spoke to him - just once.
Her words were umber honey
between his parted lips.
He struggled to understand.
Clarity came upon him -
"You're my libido."
He had forgotten about the cat!
She purred softly
as she adjusted his pillows.
I used to just paint and not worry about my dogs
Who were running crazily up and down our road
Because I thought it was a slow country lane
I had no idea until one of them dug under the neighbor’s fence
That this road is used by approximately nineteen trucks an hour.
Where are they going? This road leads to two dead ends.
I have no idea, but now that I know, my work is just beginning.
I have to figure out how to keep my dogs in a pen.
Two dogs who have been running loose all of their lives.
This has been a really difficult week for me.
Today it rained, and I thought maybe things would get worse.
They are about the same. How to keep them in?
It would help if the neighbors had spayed their female dog
She is over there wailing for her demon lover, and my dogs want to help.
Across the tossing tumult of reality
my brain gasps for truth, for freedom.
This inconvenient leprosy of mind,
whose scarred visage must be quelled.
My own reflection has no scars,
yet, all about are those that insist that ...
AH! What a perfect sunrise!
no secret concoction, no peering prying eyes
-hidden yawns or dulcet tones or pseudo smiles,
suggesting - DEMANDING I ...no, this day
I will go to where only God knows where I am.
I will dance with the forgotten frantic weeds
- spayed and sprayed, dandelions of disdain
live here unfettered
This house, neglected, forgotten in
a field of imperfection to those
who can not see what is perfect, is Heaven to me!
Apples with scarred blemished skins
beg to be loved - excused for
their imperfections shall
be my nourishment.
The passing of each day -
my romantic vision transformed,
my own pace, my own space, where
freedom hugs me, warms me, feeds me
and loves me
-sleep dear child, you are free.
I am found, but then, God always knew
...where I was.
Go to Rhyme Zone to find words which rhyme.
Here Is My Mare Horn Haiku
Gilding is a Neutered Male
Yearling and Colt and Philly
Mustang Male or Female
Thoroughbred 16 Hands High
Wither
Pinto
Appaloosa
Feral Horse
Quarter Horse
Hobbled
Spayed mare
Pony
Shetland
Chincoteague
Assateague
called spayed horse a spade
was leader in long parade
off course may have strayed
words that rhyme with mare
a tall horse who has long hair
would won race by hair
call spayed horse a spade
by God each horse was made
around with we have played
when a horse did ride
countryside we would abide
Trump we had to hide
"spayed"
liking
licking
that cat
will no
longer be
coughing
up
hair
balls
That illuminated dust ball,
dough faced;
a pie with no filling.
and it seems to have the scent
of a long dead romance.
On the porch my spayed
lays her head in my lap
ignoring the weak wolf calls
of an addled moon
and its piss-poor love songs.
Knock the door of conscience
Open the closed mouth of pen
Write a note on the page of sky
Read the hidden line of book tie
Friends are many, hither to thither
The winter winds are slowly drear
Brighten smile of the sun is too far
Who knows that the moon is not fair
Ideality is spayed tips in golden gen
Fear is a trend of elated ignorance
Scythe of time spends the lofty sigh
Wicked try to absorb with money pie
Money is not conscience but a trapper
Allow all scent but don’t with high gear
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
20/11/2022
There lives a puppy named Weasel
She's almost big as a diesel
Artists paint her on their easel
She can be found digging up bones
Her heart is as wild as a deer
She's amazing - she's without fear
Her hair grows in spite of the shear
She eats so she may get gallstones
Her mind is stirred up by the cats
At night, she'll chase after the bats
I once caught her chasing the rats
She is spayed but still has hormones
Her time is spent near the river
Sometimes, she eats things like liver
Her soul is kind - she's a giver
On the web, she uses our phones
Her joy is found in hues of pink
She'll pick that one without a blink
If you pet her, she'll give a stink
Living with her gives me love tones
Her light falls soft on any heart
She's lovable, warm and so smart
Yet, she may smile, look up and fart
When she visits vets she gets cones
Her life has been one filled with hope
Mind, soul and spirit, she can cope
She is happy - won't ever mope
I promise, my heart, Weasel owns
Tall Tales 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
April 6, 2022
Kiss Me At Midnight
David J Walker
Ring out the old
Spill into the streets and strain to see
The new year rise with the commemorative sun
In your eyes
See if your name is listed
in the everyday agenda
of the new year
It’s next year somewhere said
The News-man with the spayed hair
on the
75-inch Video Screen
Do me a Party Favor and
Kiss me at Midnight
Hold me tight and
Make me love you more
in that brand new moment
the annual renewal of an original event
They have paper hats now for everything
Tell me you believe everything will be better
With a new calendar
Tell me you can foresee the coming weeks
Of better days without end
How quickly may we dismiss and forget
The past year
Will you be my reminder not to
Remember
Will you consent to be my kinder
Gentler future
She was a ball of fluff, and I was allergic
made no difference
for she was alone, helpless,
and I was immediately in love
My daughter had been begging; she was thirteen
We did not agree on everything, but we agreed on this
She was named Munchkin, tiny little kitty cat
We forgot to get her spayed
This was the only time I did not think to spay a pet
She had six babies; there were darling – three blonde, three striped
We had to find them homes
I was reluctant to let them go
I had fallen in love with them too
She had been a wonderful mommy,
But seemed okay with them being gone
after a week or two of meowing
I have never felt so guilty in my life
She was the last pet I forgot to spay.
Cremation
A man was running to the tobacconist,
Bought a packet and hastily opened it took out a cigarette
Lit it and inhaled deeply.
Then his head moved backwards, and he fell and died.
They covered him on a plastic sheet but the cigarette
Was still burning, the layer took fire, cremation.
The fire spread a house was burning the fire engine came
Spayed water and the ashes of the smoker disappeared
Down a drain.
They opened the drain found some black stuff and a shoe
That might have belonged to the cremated, well it
Was something, enough for burial, and what nowadays
Is called closure.
The tobacconist took this as a sign from Good only
Sell the angel’s dust.
I HAD 3 FAVORITE PETS BOTH OF WHICH WERE DOGS-Ruff
When I was a teen;
I had a mixed breed;
A female dog-named Lady;
She was kind of shady;
Believe me, she was No! Lady;
Cause, she mated with everybody;
Guess we should have gotten her spayed;
Cause she just kept on have babies/litters after litters
When I was grown…
Ah! And then later on,
I’ve gotten 2 pure-bread Chow-Chows;
You know the ones wit the curly-tails and purple tongues;
A brother and sister pups, and Oh! guess what;
When they got older they listen only to Christian music;
And when a car went by outside with boom-pity-boom-pity rap music
Boom-boom-boom-boom they’d bark, cry and holler ruff,
What’s the matter?
This rap music bothered my Chow’s Jay-Jay and Jaraya
10/4/19
Write A Rhyme About Your Favorite Pet, Living Or Not Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
A Verse about Three Dogs…
Pronounced...
Carshra--- Kar Shear a
Jaraya--- Ja Ray a
There once was a cat, a pretty young maid
Who was deathly afraid of panty raids --
She had a breathing lapse
Then completely collapsed --
The cat coroner found out she'd been spayed
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