Yelping Poems | Examples

Weary Is My Mind

Weary Is My Mind

I promise, I swear, I will never, I will always
That blaring sentiment of a pattering ghost that I detest
Among the empty hollowing of her mouth and eyelids
There lies darkness deep and unending that I fell into once, 

never again.

Baffled and naked, afraid and convinced I was nearing my hearse
She runs screaming, yelping in madness as her body falls dead
Once I thought I knew, but as fate would incline
The truth would be only a weapon and shield–vulnerable. . .

never again.

The prating sound squawks as death marks before her squalid breathy voice
Her pupils' contract like a viper’s hint at prey, pouncing, and then devouring
The blood is left spattering and spurting among my grey, hollow walls
Only her wedded can clean out the muck as I have given up,

never again.

Coiling around me with her slippery scales, the precipice of my demise
The sword and the shield once though best, were only cardboard copies
My soul is shattered, and my will is blank, giving into her sweet, nectary venom
The forefront of my being is gone. . . crushed under a blanket of rue

For Weary Is My Mind

Mixed-Up Vegetables

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?”

best to give show offs a little privacy

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

she recognized his despair

Flora recognized the brownie’s despair
His depression wafted and waved in the summer air
She herself had been the victim of some sad times
The cure was to volunteer for the March of dimes

You need to get outside of your sorrow and do some good.
When your heart expands, like it probably should…
You will stop wallowing and yelping and see better times.
Okay, he agreed, but does it always have to be the March of dimes?

No, volunteer to help an older person who cannot get around.
Bring up their canned jellies, jams and pickles from way underground.
Visit a day care center and offer to hold the babies who cannot sleep.
The object is to bring happy joy to your life, it is wisdom deep.

A dud acrostic - Pretty Elf Owl

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

International Soul Aloft

This beautifully designed
Spring, star-studded night.
Alive within these brave souls
Of courage, truly, a breathless,
Singular, moving delight!

I am not here to be an advocate 
Only for me, a most piteous plea!
Yelping, as a child,pay attention to me.
But to also support oppressed
others, so far across the sea!
Kiiled with bloody, enthusiastic,
Antediluvian treachery!

Provincial~ oh, this I am not!
May freedom be, bravely begot.
Internationally, born thoughts,
Keep my soul high in flight aloft!
My soul tonight with immense
celebration, in ecstasy, caught!

              4/19/2024

Polly Purebred Saved By Underdog

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.

Easter-Wester and Resurrection

I
A few hours after April 9th began
My puppies yelping woke me, helping
Me be thankful for this holiday -
Easter day! Better yet: Resurrection Day
For Easter was pagan, named for Oestre
A Persian goddess (?) Yet Persia had early Christ-ians galore
In earlier daylight the further East we are
I'm grateful for my Family, a Friend in Africa,
And all of America (a Maryland lake, Artemesia)
And my kids' friend called Grandma Aurelia
As I celebrate the Resurrection hopes
"Old" writer-college friends Grady Dorset, Jim Link ...
Gone too soon, Jim being missed in Greenbelt
A town begun by the Roosevelts (Elanor had graced it)
But God, Creator Love, gave us this idea:
Eternal Spring with Thy Maker - Jesus, for me - resurrection : death and life in perfect intimacy
I'm so glad Nelson Mandela forgave - Jesus then became real for me

II
I sent out Resurrection Day messages, pics
Already in these wee hours. I bless you all
Shalom shalom in the Prince of Shalom
Yeshua haMeshiach: "Hope of Israel"

Riding a Bunny To Tinsel Town

Riding a bunny to tinsel town
Crazy screaming and yelping and laughing around!
You are a nut bucket! You are a clown!
They were having a blast riding the rodent all the way down

Three happier faerie brothers are rarely ever found
They loved it, even when all three landed hard on the ground.
Let’s find a new ride, yelled the big one, Sir Round
They spotted a frog next to Twibangler Mound.

The frog hopped away, without any kind of sounds.
Needing to get away from all three of these clowns.
The faerie brothers kicked their feet, their mirth did abound.
Loving the memory of riding a bunny to Tinsel Town

Desk

The oak desk is a polished surface 
holding-up nothing, reflecting nothing
not even a base of anything.

Once it was an upheaval of random displacements 
of elbows and eyes.
E-mails wriggled like worms in wet ground.
Fragments tap danced on hurried fingertips.

The desk grew paper towers
some spoke, others were silent monoliths.
Coffee splashed over keys that opened up
a world no one ever saw from any window.

A lapdog now chatters between belly and knees,
it wags words, pulls them out of muddy puddles
bedraggled and yelping.

The desk needs a vase, maybe a rose in a tulip glass,
what it actually has 
is a lot of bundled-up ghosts polished into invisibility.

The Voice

Sometimes late at night, when I try hard to sleep
I hear me talking to The Voice ,coming from my deep.

It was trying to show me,and tell what I truly am
And I was just busy, setting my morning alarm.

It yells at me and insists, something is very wrong
But I was in the playlist,changing my next song.

It says to me very loud, "This time I am not with You"
I was on my phone ,yes, I missed that too.

The Voice started to wail,it's not even worth a dime!
I frowned and I said  "Have you even seen the time?"

Its yelping back at me,and makes it really clear
I got back to my thinking,and now I can feel the  fear.

Alas! I heed it whispering,there is nothing wrong in fearing
I smirked back at it ,c'mon, I am hearing!

Your dreams are very big,and your efforts are very true
I am not backing down anymore,I find courage as my glue.

Follow your heart always,you will be on the right track
It all made sense to me,when I think it all back.

Don't let others stop you to rise, when you fall deep
I said,enough of this bull!now please let me sleep.

Can I Have Blue Sprinkle

A happy small boy, only four,
Pure joy, is knocking at the door. 
He slowly climbs up on the bed 
As his daddy pretends to snore. 

He snuggles close and lays his head 
With an angelic smile that spread 
From ear to ear, wanting to play.
I love you, his proud daddy said. 

In Micky Mouse P.J.s, Jay, 
Jumps up and down wanting his way,
Then down on the bed on his butt 
Lands with a mischievous smile. Yea! 

Can I get blue sprinkles  doughnut,
And go to the park with Peanut?
Play on the slide in the playground,
And drive go-karts, and go putt, putt. 

Yelping delight, Peanut the hound 
A bouncing step, off onward bound; 
Sticky blue frosting covered face,
Round, round on the merry-go-round.

5/30/2022


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Hot Chili Pepper Dance

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!

Nature Sounds

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

The Forbidden Metaverses

Questions that can't be Answered 
vs Answers that can't be Questioned. 
It is not up to you to choose.
Which side of self is the 
darkside of the room?
PRC-13, Theta Bravo.
Ideas Satellite-, a skull shaped moon.

Light, is it beaming? 
Do you choose for yourself, sensitivity. 
Scheming.
Relativity.
Double dealing.
Do you choose them, to live your
conscience for you? 

Over sunsets cover, lies are lies, 
but all one truth. 
Starblind.
Starstruck.
Eyes are eyes, but the World sees better than you. 
Especially we, visionaries-true.
Here is our wisdom.
Do not pre-judge "the lost", 
they deserve a future-with our protections too. 
Although, 
it would be interesting to know, 
"how does silence come by you?"
Is it the relaxing, kind?
Peaceful, isn't it.
A one way transmission is how 
refection can work, like a mirror, image, 
of the Beast, in you.

As for the suggestion box contributors, YELPing.
We do not need programming suggestions.
You need ours in double helping.
Just sit down and STFU.

You are now a Terrorist,
held for questioning.

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