If God is a Dog
If God is a dog drowsing,
contemplating
the quintessential dogginess
of the universe, of the whole
canine race, why are we
uneasy?
No dog I know
would hurl thunderbolts,
or plant plague germs,
or shower us with darts
of pox or gonococci.
No. He lies on his back
awaiting
the cosmic belly rub.
He wags his tail signifying
universal love.
He frolics and cavorts
because he has just
taken a galactic shit
& found it good.
All dogs are blessed;
they live in the now.
But God is all too human.
Somehow we have spelled his name
wrong, got it backward,
aroused his growl.
God drowses
like a lazy old man
bored
with our false
alarms.
poem by Erica Jong
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Dogs (Homage)
Man’s best friend?
Why?
There is nothing quite as cute as a puppy
Dogs are more than pets, they’re companions
Dogs are fiercely loyal
Dogs protect life & property, even to their own demise
Dogs do not judge their masters
Dogs are grateful for any food fed them
Dogs can be trained to carry, guide, search, rescue and hunt
Dogs are great listeners
Dogs are ready to play anytime
Dogs are emotional sponges that absorb human misery
Dogs are wonderful match-makers and buffers
Dogs can chase away “The blues”
You can take a dog’s balls and he’ll still love you
Yes,
Dogs are 'Man’s best friend'
After all God is Dog spelled backwards...
poem by Ray Lucero
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When All The Laughter Dies In Sorrow
When all the laughter dies in sorrow
And the tears have risen to a flood
When all the wars have found a cause
In human wisdom and in blood
Do you think theyll cry in sadness
Do you think the eye will blink
Do you think theyll curse the madness
Do you even think theyll think
When all the great galactic systems
Sigh to a frozen halt in space
Do you think there will be some remnant
Of beauty of the human race
Do you think there will be a vestige
Or a sniffle or a cosmic tear
Do you think a greater thinking thing
Will give a damn that man was here
song performed by by Chicago
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I Do Like His Dog
Surly looking and hung over after a night on the grog
I cannot say I do like him much though I do like his dog
His golden retriever on seeing me wags her tail
Of making a new friend of every opportunity she does avail
She does not have him to thank for her nice personality
The man and his dog look at life differently
Out walking the retriever after a row with his wife
Hung over and feeling quite hard done by life
But his female dog of people not in any way indifferent or shy
A great love of humanity she seems to enjoy
With her surly master as she walks down the street
She wags her tail at everyone she does meet
The dog and her master different as chalk and cheese
But then dogs than us far more easy to please.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Galactic Love
Take away your daughters, dont stand in front of me
Take away your young boys, I know where Im supposed to be
Dont ask me to tell you about galactic love
Im only your cosmic father, banished from above
I was having pipe dreams about congregation scenes
When Im asked the minister beamed in on me
Dont ask me to tell you about galactic love
Im only your cosmic father, banished from above
Take away your daughters, dont stand in front of me
Take away your young boys, I dont know how Im supposed to be
Dont ask me to tell you about galactic love
Im only a cosmic father, banished from above
song performed by by Ufo
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Quintessential
Quintessential, least, sent, suite, site, sue, sues, use, seas;
And like a dead cow on the road,
But, try to be ylourself always.
Quintessential, unit, quiet, quest, quite, queen, seat, sea, it;
And like a dead goat on the road,
But, never give up on your dreams!
Quintessential, queens, tail, tails, tales, quail, late, sees;
And like a dead snake on the road,
But let your speech always be with love! !
And seasoned with salt.
Quintessential, quails, sail, uses, is, tine, tins, units, see;
And like the muse of love with a guide around!
But, try to learn from the right people aslways.
Quintessential, seen, sit, set, sits, sails, seal, seals, sents!
With the joy and the peace of your love;
But, life ia not always straight ahead.
Quintessential, ale, ten, sale, net, nets, eel, test, tests, sales;
With the joy of my love to touch you over there!
But, try to be yourself always.
Quintessential, tale, nail, nails, in, state, states, seats, least;
With joy in my heart to sing to you my love!
However, the muse of life goes up and down at times.
Quintessential, tease, east, neat, eat, ate, tea, less, essential;
Pact, act, fact, bract, react, tract! !
And like the joy of your muse so seen by all;
But, never give up on your dreams.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Blessed Cats and Dogs
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
Causing the country to insist
What the blows are to the chest.
Why do little angels work so caressed?
Making the country to assist
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
My soldiers in the army are with a blood test,
Keeping lines and dictation as a checklist,
What the blows are to the chest.
Amazed by the brilliance of those in the contest,
Canine help became something to co-exist,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
May service feed the animals of conquest,
Domestic keepers will arrive at their crest,
What the blows are to the chest.
We see, we know the animals are depressed,
May loving people take a goodness as a list,
What the blows are to the chest,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
poem by Naveed Akram
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An Elegy on the Death of Kenneth Patchen
A poet is born
A poet dies
And all that lies between
is us
and the world
And the world lies about it
making as if it had got his message
even though it is poetry
but most of the world wishing
it could just forget about him
and his awful strange prophecies
Along with all the other strange things
he said about the world
which were all too true
and which made them fear him
more than they loved him
though he spoke much of love
Along with all the alarms he sounded
which turned out to be false
if only for the moment
all of which made them fear his tongue
more than they loved him
Though he spoke much of love
and never lived by ‘silence exile & cunning’
and was a loud conscientious objector to
the deaths we daily give each other
though we speak much of love
And when such a one dies
even the agents of Death should take note
and shake the shit from their wings
in Air Force One
But they do not
And the shit still flies
And the poet now is disconnected
and won’t call back
though he spoke much of love
And still we hear him say
‘Do I not deal with angels
when her lips I touch’
And still we hear him say
‘0 my darling troubles heaven
with her loveliness’
And still we hear him say
‘As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate ‘sleep
On floors of music where the milkwhite cloak
of childhood lies’
And still we hear him saying
‘Therefore the constant powers do not lessen
Nor is the property of the spirit scattered
on the cold hills of these events’
And still we hear him asking
‘Do the dead know what time it is?’
He is gone under
He is scattered
undersea
and knows what time
but won’t be back to tell it
He would be too proud to call back anyway
And too full of strange laughter
to speak to us anymore anyway
And the weight of human experience
lies upon the world
like the chains of the ‘sea
in which he sings
And he swings in the tides of the sea
And his ashes are washed
in the ides of the sea
And ‘an astonished eye looks out of the air’
to see the poet singing there
And dusk falls down a coast somewhere
where a white horse without a rider
turns its head
to the sea
poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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I Wrote A Poem Across The Universe
I wrote a poem across the Universe
It was read among the stars-
Cosmic messages were sent endlessly reinterpreting it-
It appeared in Galactic anthologies
And whole Civilizations taught it in their schools-
Worlds were born with it and worlds lamented their dying with it-
It became the Text of the Text of the Text of the Text of the Text
Of cosmic intergalactic meaningfulness-
I wrote a poem across the Universe-
It was read for billions of years
And then somehow
No attention was paid to it anymore-
And it vanished for as long as forever can be understood to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dogs at night
During the day Dogs are Great
It's Dogs at night I really Hate
They Howl and Growl at any Movement
And they'll bite you to my Astonishment
I would recomend
You take a Light and a Stick
Maybe even a big Red Brick
If they Bark or Growl at You
Then you'll know what to Do
'Panic'! ! ! .......
poem by David Darbyshire
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Every Time
Good love
Bad love
All are love
For today
World...
Good love
Is eneargy
Of life...
Bad love is
Given
Lazy of life...
Good are
Bad...
Love
Love
Love
Give to your's
Love
With
Human's...
Animal's...
Tree's...
Bird's ....
Plant's...
Love
Love
Given to your's
Love
Every secound's...
Every time...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Paranoid Android (Sorrow Poem)
Depressed and bored but not paranoid at all
Marvin had all the solutions for the Universe
But he was sad, with a billion years of boredom
Waiting tables nightly at the End of the Universe
While awaiting the arrival of his Heart of Gold.
We meet our paranoid Marvins every day
Friendless beings fearing mortal threats
From us, the great unwashed human herd
Suspecting everyone, enemies everywhere
Unconscious of their need for a real hug today.
poem by Ian Beckett
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In Praise of Dogs
Canine friend of man, today;
Faithful unto him in ways;
Guarding him, his house, all day;
Barking, keeping thieves at bay!
Sleeping with his ears on ground;
Listening to the faintest sound;
Well, he sees in dark and light;
Howls and growls in dead of night.
Tied for life, working o’er-time;
Longs to bite a bone, sometime;
Snarls at strangers when too near;
Wags his tail with joy, sans fear.
The police-dog, tracks criminals;
Hounds help tracing animals;
And sniff drugs with sense of smell;
Detecting bombs, pretty well.
Dogs can pull a sledge or cart;
In circus, do tricks by heart;
They can swim in waters deep;
Sit by master’s grave and weep!
They can retrieve long, lost things;
Joy to children, Dog, he brings;
Helps a lost man, find his home,
Orphaned in the streets, some roam.
Walking, running on command;
Petting, love, he will demand;
Lucky to find love and home;
Faithful friend, he will become.
Some are huge and some tiny;
Some are well-groomed, neat, shiny;
Some ferocious; some timid;
Some are brave and some stupid.
Dogs like humans, love their pups!
Nursing them till they grow up;
Like children, they love to play;
Dogs need love and care all day.
poem by John Celes
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No to isolation
It is neither secret place
Nor solitary in any case
Don't run away with fear
Pain and agony is meant to bear
See another side of human being
The beautiful heart can be found with king
Poor and rich all long for its company
You should search and go for it like many
Ni peace may be had from isolation
Even god may not grant that indication
As love and hate can be reflected on face
It is best to leave and spend time with human race
In human sound you may find hymns
Honest urge for almighty with concerns
They are also troubled souls and search for peace
Come back to the poorest of poor and live at ease
Death has spared no one
So don't be afraid of any one
It may find you even in isolation
It will then cause you great indignation
Severe not that has been considered sacred
You are only briefed wrong and mislead
No one has found almighty in thick forest
Even if some of the time has been spent as best
People may not allow you to be restless
As they too know what can be reality on face
World is too considerate if some one is in dire need
Not all are after hatred but few are still good indeed
So love to live among and spend time
It is possible you may have good time
You may find the bright sun shine with divine message
That is all we need in our entire age
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Trick Of The Tail
Bored of the life on the city of gold
Hed left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.
Theyve got no horns and theyve got no tail
They dont even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey
Beast that can talk?
More like a freak or publicity stunt.
Oh
No.
Theyve got no horns and theyve got no tail
They dont even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.
He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:
There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.
Let me take you there, show you a living story
Let me show you others such as me
Why did I ever leave?
Theyve got no horns and theyve got no tail
They dont even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept.
And so we set out with the best and his horns
And his crazy description of home.
After many days journey we came to a peak
Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out.
We followed his gaze and we thought that maybe we saw
A spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye thats all,
But the beast was gone and a voice was heard:
Theyve got no horns and theyve got no tail
They dont even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance
Hello friend, welcome home.
song performed by by Genesis
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Wandering Heart
I went around the universe,
To find my true love.
I look, see and seek everywhere
But no one did I find.
Then you came along,
And the stars lit up the night sky.
You stole my heart;
You stole my life.
So why am I here,
Sitting all alone,
Where did you go?
What went wrong?
Wondering why I live?
Looking for meaning
Of my heart wondering
Of my heart wandering.
Because of you,
You meant for me;
I meant for you.
Your Heart be with me.
I’m contemplating;
I’m pondering;
My heart wandering;
Can you be with me?
Wandering spirit,
Solitude soul,
Contemplating mind,
My Wandering heart
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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I am sorry Robert
I've finally hit it
I hit the bottom
And it hurt like hell
Nobody is to blame I guess
Except the one looking back at me
I am the one who caused this
I am the one who lied
Our relationship was based on one single lie
Which led to more lies
You think your the only one who hurt
But no I do too
I screwed up
Trust me I feel the emptieness in my heart
It would have been better if you never met me
I screwed up your life
I screwed up everything
Appologizing is not good enough
You need so much more than that
They say shit happens
Yeah it does
But this should not have
Why did I fall in love with you so easily
Why is it taking forever trying to get over this
I know its only been two months since you found out the truth
I wish I was the one who could of told you
Instead you found out online
I am sorry I lied
I hate myself
I hate me
I hope one day
You will read this
And know I will never forgive myself
I love you with all my heart
Even though it might be wrong
I still love you
I hope you have a great life
And find a beautiful woman that can make you happy
You deserve more than I gave...
I am sorry
poem by Makayla Straight
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Blessed Baptized Christianity
work into edge
of exhaustion
and far beyond
singing eternal
universal
cosmic mind song
harmonies
realities
creativity
God’s Divinity
within Trinity
Encompass Me
God gives
no rest
to Servants
serving worship
spun across
two thousand
Years of Faithful
blessed baptized
Christianity
Blessed Family
knowing Christ
sought intimately
generation
upon generation
loving Jesus
wonder no wonder
your blessed love
watches over us
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Epitaph
The Earth Speaks:
HUSH! he drowses, drowses deep,
While my quiet arms I keep
Close about him in his sleep.
Once he glanced at me aghast,
Shuddered from my kiss, and passed—
But I hold him here at last.
He had frenzied thoughts of fame,
Piteous strivings for a name—
But I called him, and he came.
Called him with the mother-call
That shall on the weary fall,
Whispering “Home” to all, to all.
Fair white skin he looked upon;
Eyes in his with passion shone;
But my patient love has won.
There was one he deemed to wed;
But he faltered, came instead
To my narrow bridal bed.
Vehement his veins and wild—
Now a dreaming, glad-eyed child
To my kisses reconciled.
Tender heart and turbulent,
I and he together pent
In an æon of content!
Heaven holds for him no prize:
Stirless, nested here he lies
In his narrow Paradise.
When his trump God's Angel blows,
When he shudders, wakens, knows,
I shall hold him close, so close!
He will feel life's aching pain,
Turn his lips to me, and then
Sink to dreamless sleep again.
So for aye my love I keep
Here upon my breast asleep—
Hush!…he drowses…drowses…deep.
poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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A Final Leave-Taking
My last year
here.
My last year
before my final
leave-taking.
I shall swim within
warm seas
investing cosmic unity.
Light will infuse my skin
my entire radiant being
with universal infinite love
encompassing the universe.
Encompassing
an
entire
universe.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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This Blacktop Romance
Oh no,
I've gotta tell you how I feel right now,
Kept it bottled up for so long,
Gotta tell you before I go insane,
Can't go to my room and cry now!
You're right infront of me staring into my eyes,
I'm gazing back cos I don't know what to say
I just can't say it to you,
I need to get this shit off my chest,
All I need to say is 'I love you' and thats done,
But it's all puppy love in this blacktop romance
Oh no,
I've just gotta tell you but I acn't,
You'll only say no so what's the point?
I'll cry with the geeks and dive into darkness,
Where the vampires can't hurt us,
I'll build your crypt where we can stay,
Together forever in each others arms
I just can't say it to you,
I need to get this shit off my chest,
All I need to say is 'I love you' and thats done,
But it's all puppy love in this blacktop romance
Oh no,
I'm falling down again, down to my grave,
Blood rains down on my face as I cry,
But I keep singing the words 'I love you',
That keeps me alive in this cruel world we live,
The notion that you might say yes and love me,
We'll cover our necks and live the rest of our lives together
I just can't say it to you,
I need to get this shit off my chest,
All I need to say is 'I love you' and thats done,
But it's all puppy love in this blacktop romance
Oh no,
I said it to your face finally,
Waiting for you to say no and slap me,
But you just stand there gazing into my eyes,
Heaven's gazing on our moment together,
Hoping for a good answer whatever it may be,
And you said those four magic words 'I love you too'
I just can't say it too you but I did,
I really needed to get this shit off my chest,
I said 'I love you' and you said 'I love you too'
So it aint just puppy love in this blacktop romance
poem by Callum Byrne
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