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A Dog's Nightmare

even dogs
dream, and the
reverse is true too
they have nightmares
this white poodle
under my feet
is barking
while asleep
and too surprising
when it coughs
it takes the
sound
of sadness....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Dream Of Nightmares...

I dream of nightmares
under my skin
I dream of nightmares
over and over again
the nightmares I dream
all seem so real
the sound the smell
the touch the feel
I dream of nightmares
in day and night
somehow never filled with fright
I'm always relaxed and very calm
even standing in front of a bomb
the calmness never leaves my soul
because I dream of nightmares
and they never get old

poem by No Reason To Care
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Are You Sad?

You sound so sad,
Are you really

Sad?

Is your garden
Without any

Flower?

I am sad.

You doubt the sound
Of
My sadness?

What does
Sadness really
Sound

Like?

Does it sound like
A seagull’s journey
Along soundless
Stream on a

A dimming orange
Sunset, at the
Sea’s
Horizon

Homeward bound
Alone?

Is sadness in
True sadness
Sound at

All?

Is sadness not the
Maimed mouth
& death of the

Tongue?

The sound of my sadness
Is the sound of your
Sadness

You read me
In between
Some lines
In that imaginary
Phrase

Perhaps if you look for
Some flowers, or
Even a single flower
In-there
You may find it
If you really
Insists

But
You have to put
The flower
Yourself
Out-there

Sowing the seed
Of sensitivities

Who knows
If later, happiness
Grows
Like some unwanted
Weeds &

They would be many,

Not just one.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Suspicious Mind

the five dogs
are barking again
against the fence
towards the
road
someone is coming
someone
evil
someone destructive
of your palace of peace
your haven of love
your portal
of insanity
someone as paranoid
as the black knight
of the night
the angel of death
the prince of sorrow
the king of maladies
the queen of deception
the princess of chaos

inside your heart kindles
love that drives them all away
the dogs stop barking
on your feet their tongues
lick you
on your side they yelp
the soul of their master
and then they sleep
and dream like you
the monsters of the night
are gone
as peace of the mind
now reigns
in the kingdom of the self
where privacy is king

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Will I Dream Of You?

Wish I may
Wish I might
As I lay me down tonight

Stars peep out
Through the night
Shining with their little lights

Will I dream?
Dream of you?
Of everything that we've been through?

Or will the nightmares come again?

Wish I may
Wish I might
As I finally sleep tonight

With the moon
Over head
Resting up above my bed

Will I dream?
Dream of you?
Of everything that could come true?

Or will the nightmares come again?

poem by Autumn Winds
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My Puppies Love

I don't have jewels or gold
I have love from my dogs I hold
Their love so faithful and true
They're kissing my face when I am blue
A pat on their gentle head, and a bit of food
Looking into their eye's, you have to get into a good mood
Sitting on the couch, three dogs in my lap
I'm finding comfort, they're taking a nap
They have my heart we all agree
They are my little shadows and will follow me
Sitting on a pillow on top of my desk
Is my little poodle putting me to the test
Underneath are two pillows, with a dog on each
They loving lay within my reach
So if you need to fill a void in your life
Get you some dogs, that will cause you no strife!

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Teachers Pet

I think that I'm the teacher's pet.
But trust me, I'm no poodle.
I know the answers to the tests
and like to read an oodle!

I always do my homework
and I hand it in on time.
When it's time for poetry,
I like to write in rhyme.

I'd never throw a spit wad,
pass a note or talk in class.
I'd never dream of talking back
or giving teachers sass.

It's true I'm not a poodle,
but there's nothing I regret.
I guess that I'm the perfect one
to be my teacher's pet.

poem by Selam G. Sekuar
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I Watch You From the Window When You Pick Up Poodle Doo

Is that your moody poodle,
You feed heated noodles to...
When I see you,
Rushing home from school?

I want to say to you,
That I could walk your poodle too.
And scoop up all that poo poo just for you.

I watch you from the window,
When you pick up poodle doo!
I imagine if I helped out...
You would not have to rush from school?
To noodle up your poodle.
Then pick up poodle doo.

Is that your moody poodle,
You feed heated noodles to...
When I see you,
Rushing home from school?

I want to say to you,
That I could walk your poodle too.
And scoop up all that poo poo just for you.

If you had a cat,
You wouldn't have to do that.
You would have so much free time.
I had a cat but he got fat...
And died when I chased him,
With a turkey butt he swallowed...
I was thawing.
For some greens I was going to buy!
He was the only cat I had,
That did not have nine lives!

I watch you from the window,
When you pick up poodle doo!
I imagine if I helped out...
You would not have to rush from school?
To noodle up your poodle.
Then pick up poodle doo.
I will do that,
If you want me to?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. The reverse is true. As one grows older, one climbs with surprising strides.

quote by George Sand
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Heart's Day

we went on a picnic to the beach
with samsam, a local dog,
pret, my poodle, kuting, my japanese spitz,
bonbon, our dachshund

emma, my wife brought her favorite househelp named tatang,
marinel and gina, her friends cooked the potatoes
and prepared the sushi
jasmine rice that looked like tiny pearls
and pork barbecue

pret, my loyal poodle went with me walking
while kuting and bonbon played on the grass
barking and chasing some teasing finches

the air is cool
the sun not so bright at ten a.m.
clouds hang like soaked cottons
the sea is crystal clear like a mirror
the corals are visible
with some stone fishes

emma snored while asleep
and tatang excused herself to take a view of the place

i took my plunge alone in that crystal sea: splash!

it is a beautiful life
and on this day of the hearts
i can hear mine singing.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Echo

i make a sound
around the sides of the mountain
like walls to my being
the sound comes back to me
over and over again
like a conscience barking
a dog fenced
barking without end
i listened
and i wonder if it is the first sound
i made

what we do and say comes back to us
begging
that it would have been better if we have not
done and said them at all

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Only In A Fairy Tale

Cinderella had her prince,
Snow White was carried off into the sunset
by her true love.
Sleeping Beauty was awakened by a kiss from her
Prince,
And Jasmen married Alden.
Robin Hood ended up with his true love Madden Marian,
And Simba shared eternity with Nala.
In the end they all ended up with their true love's,
And they all lived happily ever after.
I sometimes dream that I was Cinderella or Snow White.
I dream that someday my true love will come and sweep
Me off my feet just
like their princess swept them
Off their feet.
I dream of the man who would love me for me,
The man who would believe in me and who would love
Me until the end of eternity.
But as another tear rolls down my cheeks I release
That such a man can only live in a fairy tale and
Not in reality

poem by Crystal A. McKain
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Happiness And Sadness

Happiness what is it, is it love,
or is it just another sound, another word,
happiness is just another thing,
happiness is just another thing to believe in,

Happiness is only for those who deserve,
those who do not won't get the happiness,
those who are happy I pity them,
they know nothing, nothing about this world,

Happiness is evil, we may not see this,
but its true, happiness is evil in so many ways,
happiness is a disguise for the true world,
the hard, cold, hard loving world we live in today,

Happiness is the only feeling you think you want,
I know it isn't I know the dark secrets of the emotion,
I know its hidden secrets, I know its every lying lies,
happiness so cold and unfair to those who don't have it,

my only emotion I take for granted is sadness,
I find this emotion deep, profound, yet enlightening,
sadness so cold and envious is so true,
the sadness is what we need on this world,

sadness is the true world happiness isn't,
the decision is your, live a dream or live reality,
i'm living reality and i'm in the sadness,
the cold, dark, alone, cruel, all alone sadness....

poem by Richard Belis
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Sonnet: Country-Dogs but…

Who says that country-dogs are unworthy,
And dogs that roam the streets are to be shot?
So, people use the term in sense filthy;
But Dogs or Dogs where-ever from they’re brought.

The Dogs I see are sensible enough,
And keep their bodies clean in ways they can;
But human beings to them appear rough;
By looking once, they know the kind of man!

And some have excellent memory also,
And remember your kindness for long years;
When strangers come at nights, barking they do;
Ev’n children need not have any fears.

They scour the land and become prey to snakes;
And some are dead, sometimes in nearby lakes.

6-20-2001

poem by John Celes
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Random Thoughts

In the hot summer morning light,
I stood looking from a great height.
And to my right there was a pack,
Of dogs, barking for a snack.
And on the road to Naukuchiatal,
There lay a dead man.
But I guess I was mistaken,
For he woke up and smiled.

What is death I wondered?
Pain, sadness, oblivion?
Or
Relief, bliss, happiness?

In a clearing nearby,
There were some rabbits snowy white.
He neared and made a noise,
Thinking they might like.
But ran away the rabbits shy,
Thinking any moment they might die.

What is life I wondered?
Prejudice, inequality, discrimination?
Or
Fame, power, pleasure?

Thoughts keep coming and going,
And so do people.
But each has in mind what he's supposed to do.
Obstacles come and go,
Never fear them for you can find a way out.
It is true, any time now we might die,
And yet, anytime now we might perceive a moment of joy.

poem by Anushna Satapathy
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The silence to lip sync

Again and again, I just can't read
This world is too busy in its stampede.
Shouting and stamping, millipede
Stir-crazy-feet slamming gates
Coughing and laughing.

This world it's just too bloody
Annoying, cars keep honking
Dogs keep barking and baying.
And the phone keeps ringing!
How on earth does one locate.

...The silence to lip sync
Too still the mind to think
To take in what is set out in ink.
Recapture the stillness of a dream once more
It may take until my death I think!

poem by Mark Heathcote
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It Takes Two

(sylvia moy, william stevenson)
One can have a dream baby
Two can make a dream so real
One can talk about being in love
Two can see how it really feels
One can wish upon a star
Two can make a wish come true
One can stand alone in the dark
Two can make a light shine through
It takes two baby
It takes two baby
Just me and you
You know it takes two
One can have a broken heart living in misery
Two can really ease the pain like a perfect remedy
One can be alone in a bar like an island hes all alone
Two can make just any place seem just like bein at home
It takes two baby
It takes two baby
Just me and you
You know it takes two
It takes two baby
It takes two baby
Just me and you
You know it takes two
It takes two baby
It takes two baby
Just me and you
You know it takes two
One can go out to a movie looking for a special treat
Two can make that single movie something really kind of neat
And one can take a walk in the moonlight thinking that its really nice
But two lovers walking hand in hand is like adding just a pinch of spice
It takes two baby
It takes two baby
Just me and you
You know it takes two
It takes two baby
It takes two baby
Just me and you
You know it takes two
It takes two baby
It takes two baby
Just me and you
You know it takes two

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast
but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,

and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.

When the record finally ends he is still barking,
sitting there in the oboe section barking,
his eyes fixed on the conductor who is
entreating him with his baton

while the other musicians listen in respectful
silence to the famous barking dog solo,
that endless coda that first established
Beethoven as an innovative genius.

poem by Billy Collins
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Dust # 2

the old man fell asleep in his chair, and dreamt:
he was swinging the sledge barechested in the
hot summer sun, driving iron fence posts. his
daughters were pulling the wire fence every
now and again he stopped to help them pull it
tight. the dogs ran free, chasing each other, and
barking

finally, he stopped. 'gonna go in and check on your
mom. y'all watch the dogs! '
he opened the sliding door, and walked into the coolness.
letting his eyes adjust for a moment, he stared across
the room. his woman sat on the counter, her feet in
the sink, shaving her legs. grinning, he walked across
the room.
she looked up. 'what are you grinning at, fool? '
'the prettiest damn thing i've seen in a while! '
she wrapped her legs around his sweaty waist. 'well,
what are you going to do about it? '
he picked her up. one of his daughters came to the door.
'you coming back out now, daddy? '
'not right now, baby.'

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Did Not Want To Write Poems Of Sadness

I DID NOT WANT TO WRITE POEMS OF SADNESS

I did not want to write poems of sadness
But when sadness takes over one’s life?
The words are what the feelings are
They can try to be better
But ultimately
The true poem is the feelings
And now at this moment
Sadness is the poem
Sadness which waits for the morning light
And prays to God it will be truly ligh

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dreams

Alone I sit and alone I dream
The world is naught but dust to me
In a place I know the place I dream
I dream of things I've never seen
I dream of places I've never been
I dream of finding my one true love
Of finding treasure hidden in the stars above
I dream of space
I dream of one day finishing my race
Can the dream last?
Whose to say what dreams will go and what dreams will stay
I dreamed that I will come home to thee
Where nightmares are kept at bay.

poem by Rachel Branscombe
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