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Hades’ Gate
Hades’ Gate
1000 shards of Shadows
always slippery in thought.
Bohemian creativity hidden in
conscious state of sleepwalking.
Omnipotent matter
zooms through a gate of darkness.
Irresistible forces hand the world ideals
fashioned from troublesome trances.
Turbulently trounced trolls
traipse into the sun.
A silhouette reflects
off the stratosphere:
the Sun is wrong,
the Sun is right overhead
where the sterile Corona
stops a nightmare on the rise.
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on chirbit
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Written for:
The Poetics of Groundhog Day – Bright Shadow
Also Posted on:
Poetry Pantry #135
Photo credit: Dark Wallpapers
Bichon Frise
Parko – My adorable Bichon Frise
Bichon Frise
bichon frise
je vous enchante
fourrure comme soufflée
tu un caricaturée
avec coulour de crème brûlée
toujours dance un pas de bourrée
jamais cajolée –
manger la malbouffe doublée
constante amusée
un chien dévouée
court essoufflée
c’est dedication maintenant cessée
English Translation
bichon frise
I am delighted to meet you
fur blown like a soufflée
you’re a caricature
couloured like crème brûlée
always dancing a pas de bourrée
never cajoled to
eating a double portion of junk food
constantly amused
devoted dog
short of breath
dedication is now discontinued
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(and you can make fun of my french pronunciation)
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Written for:
Poetics: Foreign Tongues
Also posted on:
B is for Brevity
Also posted on:
Photo credit: Bat-Ami Gordin © 2012 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please.
Parko rescued by and adopted from Bichons and Buddies
Parko groomed by Stacy
street rubbish
These are my dogs Rudy and Parko. Both were dumped in the street. Rudy followed Hector and me home one day. Parko wandered the streets of LA until animal control picked him up one day. I adopted him from Bichon and Buddies. As many dogs in this world, both were dumped in the streets like…
street rubbish
chipmunks, rabbits
chasing the sun.
voraciously needy
in a love-free breeding ground.
stoned in an alley;
torn ears, battered muzzle.
the deepest wound
is not flesh-bound.
follow the footsteps of another tail -
a home with no locks
a soft welcome mat.
no more exhaustive accusations.
no longer nameless.
a chance for healthy life.
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Posted for:
In Summer-y; Dog Days/Zucchini/Poetics
Photo credit: Bat-Ami Gordin © 2010 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please.
four animal dedication senryu
four animal dedication senryu
Rescue Worker and Canine Rescuer
despite hands of death
appalling emergencies
utter allegiance
Pit Bull and Feline Friend Celebrate their Love
hypothetical
assumptive hostility
devotion prevails
Chimp Feeding Tiger Cub
delightful dedication
instinctive adoration
selfless sacrifice
Boise firefighter Dana Brown rescues a cat from an apartment fire
warriors behold
duty includes compassion
life preservation
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Written for:
February 21st – Theme: Dedication
Also Posted on:
Calling All Toads
Photos credits:
2) PitBullSharky on facebook
3) flixya
Rescued Puppy Tanka
Rescued Puppy Tanka
shivering puppy
terrified in her prison
awaiting her death
rescued by a caring soul
now plays in the fallen leaves
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Written For:
Also Posted on:
OpenLinkNight ~ Week 21
This week I am fostering a puppy named Ellie. She came from a high kill shelter. When I wrote Dog In Leaves I had to pick a picture from a search engine. I did not have a good dog in leaves picture. Currently, my yard is filled with leaves, so I was able to take my own picture of a dog in leaves. I figured I’d write a own poem about Ellie in the leaves.
Also posted in: IN HIM WE LIVE AND MOVE AND HAVE OUR BEING photo-linky-for-animal-lovers
Photo Credit: Bat-Ami Gordin © 2011 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please.
Dog in Leaves
Dirty Dog
Dog in Leaves
i had just completed
the raking of leaves
the yard was clean:
one of my pet peeves,
when no one’s pet
came along in my yard
his coat was matted
his face was scarred.
i did not know
if he would lick or bite
a strange injured dog
can be quite a fright.
i lifted my rake
for protection, you see
the dog had big teeth
and might attack me.
he looked at me
with eyes rather sad;
i knew in my heart
this dog was not bad.
he hadn’t eaten in days
and seemed rather frail.
he sat on the ground
and thumped his tail.
as i lowered my rake,
he stood up to leap
yet not on myself,
but on the big heap.
the leaves flew up high
the yellow, red and green,
he landed beside me
the happiest dog i had seen.
so on that autumn day
he decided my fate,
in a pile of color
i met my best mate.
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Written for:
The Thursday Think Tank #73 – The Waning Days of Fall
Also posted on Monday Morning Writing prompt – November.
Photo Credit: arlingtonmama
Abandoned Puppies
Terrified Puppies
poor puppies forlorn
left to their own devices
cold, scared, abandoned
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Sensational Haiku Wednesday – #122
Photo Credit – Facebook dog rescue circuit (unknown photographer)
Drooling Dog Senryu
Drooling Newfee
juices down chin
cloth won’t sponge it up
dribblin’ like wet paint
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Posted for:
Also posted on:
D for Dreamin & Dancing
Photo Credit Dogillness Excessive Drooling In Dogs
Not all Heroes Cried
Rescue team hunts through the steel wreckage for survivors.
Not all Heroes Cried
Flying across fields of rebar
as if they were fields of grass,
no concern for the deep black holes
of torn metal, wood and glass.
Where rescuers could not attempt,
our heroes mounted without trouble,
exceeding expectations
in deposits of baking rubble.
When they came upon a scent,
they scurried in significant rush.
Steadfastly they worked for reward ―
toys or water bottles to crush.
Comforting and making people laugh,
they were loving and most giving.
Their biggest reward, was to locate souls:
so they could play with the living.
Not all heroes cried,
they just didn’t wag their tails,
their noses and their hearts
soothing the pain of those not lost.
They came to find the living,
but living were not there.
Three dead bodies in half an hour
“Get the body bag.”
Twenty pieces of DNA
“Get the ice cooler.”
In their search, each one was grey ―
the Big Mutts and the Small.
Jumping on heaps of melted steel
toward endlessness they did crawl.
Their bloody paws were bandaged up,
eyes and noses filled with grunge,
exposed to toxic materials which
were washed with hose and sponge.
They were there for all the rescuers,
more loving than partners and peers.
Some played fetch to help others relax.
They soothed those with heavy tears.
Thunder, and Storm were just as dry
As Porkchop, Jax and Servus.
The rescuers gave away their drinks,
before quenching their own thirsts.
Not all heroes cried,
they just didn’t wag their tails,
their noses and their hearts
soothing the pain of those not lost.
They came to find the living,
but living were not there.
Three dead bodies in half an hour
“Get the body bag.”
Twenty pieces of DNA
“Get the ice cooler.”
Tascha ceaselessly gave her all
‘til overcome by heat and smoke.
Bretagne managed to take a snooze
so she wouldn’t have a stroke.
Billy calmed himself right down,
traversing treacherous terrains.
Wolf, Bear, Eagle, and Trackr
lived up to their doggie names.
Dorado, Roselle, Salty, Max, Wuss
all made it out alive.
Kaiser choked on hazardous soot
when, into debris, he took a dive.
Sunny Boy stayed on task
although it was so dreary.
Woody, Jake, and Hoke,
found no one, then got leary.
Not all heroes cried,
they just didn’t wag their tails,
their noses and their hearts
soothing the pain of those not lost.
They came to find the living,
but living were not there.
Three dead bodies in half an hour
“Get the body bag.”
Twenty pieces of DNA
“Get the ice cooler.”
There are stories about Cowboy and Red,
Or about Thunder, if you prefer.
Dusty arrived there clean in heart,
but left with contaminated fur.
They came in many sizes.
They came from any breed.
Abbey, Thea, Jena, Sue, Ivey, Mika
were all good girls indeed.
Riley, Willow, Cody, Hawk ―
each one was some kind of hero.
Moxie, Tara, Guinness, Merlyn
or Gus, Cowboy, Sirus, or Apollo.
Two sets of list must exist,
a short one for those who came out,
a longer one for those who searched,
although doing it with doubt.
Not all heroes cried,
they just didn’t wag their tails,
their noses and their hearts
soothing the pain of those not lost.
They came to find the living,
but living were not there.
Three dead bodies in half an hour
“Get the body bag.”
Twenty pieces of DNA
“Get the ice cooler.”
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The other day @NannersMom asked me to write a 9-11 poem about the dogs who were involved in the the 9-11 tragedy. It took research, and also a lot of tears. It was not easy to get away from the emotions, and get to writing it. But I did it. Yay.
Then @RaneeDillon was kind enough to edit it for me, so I could get it posted. Once she put her hands on it, it just started flowing so nicely. Wow.
Pciture credit: http://www.easyvegan.info/2007/09/11/remembering-the-non-human-heroes-of-9-11/ (it’s a FEMA picture)
Also on:
Challenge by Mark Kerstetter
Dog Helps Elephant
Dog and Elephant at Country Nights
Dog Helps Elephant
Poor baby elephant
taken from mama;
gotta get away
from the circus drama.
Elephants need
a social surrounding,
not where crowds
are loudly resounding.
Baby is scared
to be away so long.
The circus crowd
is a great big throng.
So puppy comes ‘round.
He can find the way,
to get baby back
to baby’s herd far away.
They wander together,
over land and sea,
to get to the spot
where they’ll find mommy.
The trunk holds the tail,
which therefore can’t wag.
But the Doggie moves on.
Neither friend can lag.
They finally come upon,
a low rumbling sound.
It the herd’s way of talking,
so they can be found.
Then baby looks high.
And baby looks low
‘til finally mama’s face
begins to glow.
They are reunited,
thanks to canine friend,
who stays with the herd
for days on end.
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This was posted for http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-story-slam-week-6-childrens.html for:
Short Story Slam Week 6-Children’s Literature
You were supposed to write a story or poem based on the picture above.
Even though you aren’t supposed to write these if you are a serious writer or poet, I really have fun writing these. They are totally stress free and fun.
The coolest thing about this poem is that I got to write and post an Animal Rights poem, my first one. Yay!!!
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