It's true doggies can tell time
Our guys are on a tight eating schedule
8:00 in the morning and 8:00 at night
But it seems they can tell time
They start growling and woofing at 7:30
As if to say “what are you waiting for?”
So as I say they can tell time
They possess a special gene just like us
Smarty pants eh?
Categories:
woofing, fun,
Form: Free verse
Man Isle
From Russia with love ten thousand missiles
All for NATO the US Europe and Ukraine
Forged in battle ordered fired by Putin
New way to do things poor cold soldiers
Sent to battle warm them up!
Peace sells nobody’s interested
Unless it's cut-price Vipers or stealth jets
Locked and loaded get you some blood
Neo Soviet Ivan style a few new scalps
Doesn't matter we weren't enemies
Pretending is fine as Putin does it
As he plays top dog woofing along
His ongoing Ukraine war after Syria
Where will be next the Isle of Man?
Categories:
woofing, death, technology, war,
Form: Free verse
Chaos and riots
Epidemics and wars
Confusion like tornado hurricane
Confinement, speechless, quiet, calm, rest and unspoken words
However people are drowned in the sounds of nature
Rattle of the rain
Whizzing of the wind
Rustling of the leaves
Wheedling of the birds
Chirping of the crickets
Echoing in the caves, jungles and mountains
Roaring of the sea
Murmuring of the stream
Buzzing of the bees
Hissing of the snake
Quacking of the ducks
Mooing of the cows
Woofing of the dogs
Groaning of the sick
Wheezing of the lungs
Humming of a lullaby
Grumbling of the oldies
Mourning of the dead
Sighing of the loser
Applause of the winner
Any other voices may be drowned
During this political, economic and epidemic crisis
Stay speechless ,calm and cool
As the ushering in of the Chinese New Year
Looking forward to a better year
Only melodies but no blasting or booming
Maybe some sounds buried in the wind
That's the voice of your heart
Stop violation, politicking, trafficking and hegemony
As the world
Is a part of everybody's legacy in a will
Although all along the world is speechless and unspoken
Categories:
woofing, confusion, heart, nature, sound,
Form: Free verse
It Comes in speed of train
Woofing sky like a plane
Driving broken souls to prevail
Telling its endless stories to the broken
It Plants all love
Filled with too much life
it Restores the heart
chasing away sadness
Is Sweet as a cake
Too hard to break
It doesn't have brakes
Running after the hawks of hate
It is inspiring
It is uplifting
It distinguishes life from burning
it leaves no trail
Categories:
woofing, 2nd grade,
Form: ABC
The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze. A damsel in distress is a fruit pie filling times ten. Or perhaps twenty? But never pickle a grape drop from a left handed swing. Butter melt circumference could stand over a crevasse and stand tall in any glowering wind. But a flowery jacket that tangoes with a nice tiara is a gatepost of which there omits a smell of strawberry flow. Flee frames who arrive in hallways. And chatter no more than five minutes with a towel. Heard hedgerows having heated heaters. Implacable inner impala. And a sixty foot dog woofing to a tree. The tree woofs back for woofs are woods and woods are woofing. Great.fantastic. Circular c I a in a cake clapping. And an itemised phone bill is a book beyond a bongo. Bing bong butt. And a moronic mutton motor going broom broom brum. Fishcakes can be dangerous so put hazard lights on. Merely a fable. A saucepan. And a dish. Meeting. Meringues moving. Hahahaha tea towel trowel. Haha haha xxxxxxx restitutional p y q q yp. Xxxxx horizontally z
Categories:
woofing, allah, analogy,
Form: I do not know?
Dissolve
Mother sits by the window
After freeing herself from her household chores.
Fresh and peaceful
She is all by herself.
She looks out at the clear blue sky
Enjoying the streaks of sunlight dancing at her feet.
She picks up her favourite wooden needles
Working them in and out,
Warping in love and and woofing out
Cabled patterns on father's wintry scarf.
A silent smile round the corner of her berry lips,
As she prides over her familial love.
It is Her time, for Her very own being,
A time to disconnect
From all entanglements of life.
Past adjustments, the present solutions, future ambitions,
Zoom past in a flash, and
Dissolve.
And then the mind goes blank
Into a state of nothingness-
No thoughts, no desires no regrets.
The prattle and gurgle on the wooden staircase,
Wake her out of her reverie.
She jumps to her feet,
With electrifying speed
Puts her knitting back into her cashmere bag,
Runs to unbolt the front door, finding
Two smiling elfins with upturned faces, outstretched hands,
Going down till their amorous eyes, holds one in each arm, and
All ambiguities dissolve.
Balveen Cheema
August 10, 2015
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Categories:
woofing, children, for her, imagery,
Form: Imagism
Nasty mouth replaces height
Spitting cobra fangs – spitting bullying rude
Standing teapot: hands-on-hips
Anger drains her colour into jaundice
A pretty face warped by scowls
Tells not asks – never thanks
An aggressive project every day
Snappy woofing snarling
“Assertive” apparently
Cloudy clear paranoia
Why would you do that! What did he want!
Looking, pleading for a snap, a bicker, a voice poke
Behind poison, a quickly spreading core of empty sadness,
Powered by then and now
Categories:
woofing, people,
Form: Free verse
I am HighwayHorace your hero dog
I prowl the area at night
Chasing away the naughty cats
Who wake children up when they fight
I woof at the burglars making sure
Your all safe whilst your asleep
Before going home to my own kennel
To dream of meaty bones and treats
I follow the children when the leave
to go to school each day
Making sure they walk not run
Plus on the pavements stay
I make them stop at every kerb
Look right and left and right
No cars coming then you can cross
Safely without a fright
Am always here, waiting for the call
A dangerous incident has occurred
Two little boys on their bicycles are about
Recklessly riding not afeared
I jump in front of them making them turn
Woofing at them to behave and home to stay
Pavements belong to everyone, so use them
safely with care the HighwayHorace way.
Motto is
Remember the Highway Code and be safe.
Penned 08/08/2014
Categories:
woofing, children,
Form: Rhyme