Barking Dog
Barking Dog
Listen the barking dog
Streets are full of fog
Am alone on a 13th floor
None to bell my door.
Who are you guy?
Why do you feel shy?
Never ask me to fly
To the moon to the sky.
She goes to a bed
You know what you had
You love to groan
Dog on the street moan
poem by Devil Poet
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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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Life And How To Live It
Burn bright through the night two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Two doors remain before your others and your own
Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy home
My carpenter's out and running about talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
The hills ringing hear the words in time
Listen to the holler, listen to my walls within my tongue
Can't you see you made my ears go tin?
the air quicken tension building inference suddenly
Life and how to live it
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
Read about the wisdom lost, a knock, a knock, a knock
A secret knock one hammer's locked the other wisdom lost
My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
My carpenter's out and running about, barking in the, listen to the holler
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
Listen, listen to the holler,
If I write a book it will be called "Life and How to Live It
song performed by by REM
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Life & How To Live It
Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
To doors to go between the wall was raised today
To doors remain before your others and your own
Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy home
My carpenters out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
My carpenters out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
The hills ringing hear the words in time
Listen to the holler, listen to my walls within my tongue
Cant you see you made my ears go tin?
The air quicken tension building inference suddenly
Life and how to live it
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
Read about the wisdom lost, a knock, a knock, a knock
A secret knock one hammers locked the other wisdom lost
My carpenters out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
My carpenters out and running about, barking in the, listen to the holler
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
Listen, listen to the holler,
If I write a book it will be called life and how to live it
song performed by by REM
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The Barking Dog Inside Your Mind
it must be noisy
inside your mind
as you complain
about the barking
dog barking all
day long in your
lifetime,
and it must be
also unfair if
as you feel it,
you are always
the wrong tree
being barked
at,
so you are the
tree wronged
and i, this human
being writing
some lines for
a conversation,
shall always be
that barking dog
inside your
mind.
let us talk
let us exchange
places, or let us
settle for a little
compromise,
there is no dog,
and there is no
wrong tree,
onthe very first day
next year
at the very first hour,
let us talk,
as new friends,
let us begin again
as strangers
in a new place
wanting to know
what each street
is named after.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Lonely Night
A lonely night,
just me and fog.
A crushing sound of barking dog.
A gental breeze now get a blame,
the candel cries, she lost the flame.
when the stars come for a treat of light.
some dreams knocked at the door of night,
now i am the king of my land,
a fairy comes and hold my hand.
we get together
and dance tonight
what a feeling!
is it called the love at site?
suddenly someone put break on my dreamy train,
street dogs are bark again.
now i returned in the real world
of a lonely night, fog and
some barking dog.
: -) adil khan
Goodnight Adria
sleep tight
it is morning in your place
time to sleep
my night is still to come
it is darker than ever
no stars
no fireflies
no moon
just the brown dog barking and barking outside the gate
of my home
i guess, i still have more words more lines to make
and i am not stopping
tracing our trail
i may stop until
it is morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Are The Moon
i shall walk the streets alone tonight
there is no life at home
i must get out to watch the prettier ones
i want to talk but they don't listen
i want to live, i want to love
You are the moon, on a stormy ocean
full moon, uncaring space
bright moon with all reservation
i must be what i must be
for no one's the same
Roving streets libidos flow
Forgotten Sky, alone you're Dry
I want to live, I always want to love
You are the full moon bright on the Sky
Hiding your feelings Alone you Cry
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Barking Dog
a barking dog
they say does not bite
but it will always have
its mouth
and sharp teeth
and you that moves
closer to this
strangeness prepares
yourself for the
unexpected bite
contrary to what they
had always said.
a barking dog is still
a dog
its weapon remains
that bite
it has no fists
no tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Interpret Me
the mad dog needs a punishment
he cannot stop barking and barking
this mad dog bites me and do not loose its mouth
it follows me and I dont know why
I hate this mad dog and it hates me so much too
why he just follows and doesn't turn away!
fucking, disgusting, who can stand that? who can?
people want this dog to follow you?
upstair's i could do something to pay off
he just waits
mad dog diseases in downstair's is really disgusting
how can he just bites me and don't loose its mouth
I said I want nothing, maybe he can never understand what it means
if i told you what happened in my early life
you would beleive whatever i said to you
this mad dog doesn't understand
whatever he interprets me whatever he considers too much
this person can't be more disgusting
if he's really liked here and people could tolerate it
mad dog needs not to be punished
this mad dog,
I'd rather left it barking alone there hatefully
poem by Yihuai Ying
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Ta-shieka My Pup
Barking, barking your cute little bark,
I found you on a prayer and a lark.
You were a traveling runaway pup,
who jumped into trash cans
that's where you'ld end up.
Now, I’m so happy
you became my pet,
all those years I’ll never forget.
All the memories of running
in the fields,
like when I sprained my ankle
you kneeled at my heels.
Making sure I was home & safe,
I return the love in so many ways.
Now it’s sad that I was not with you,
if I would of known earlier
I would of flew,
flew up to see you.
One last precious time,
to say “I love you pup” and
my say last goodbye…
Written on Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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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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City Of Worcester
Worcester, the city of noise,
Walking along these city streets,
Seeing people busy,
pacing,
Cracked city walks,
Aged city houses,
Beautiful city air, '
Never seems to be a minute to spare,
As cars stream along,
Cops and fire trucks pass down my street.
Loud children playing in the streets.
As I walk down the street of mine,
I hear parents yelling at their children.
Dogs barking as you walk by,
Houses that are old and crusty,
Men and women fighting.
This right here is the city I was born in.
The City Of Worcester!
poem by Cassandra Prew
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Lonely madness
Moments that make up my life
seem to be empty
echoes of my own self loathing
plague me
they say I'm a fool
I feel the black dog barking at my door
persistent pain persistent voices
telling me I'm all wrong
a perfect isolation that tortures me everyday
the self scars upon my arm
remenants of pain that feels relieving
I speak to people, I feel detached
'normalcy' seems like bullshit
is it me or am I going mad
is it me or are they just full of it
poem by Daniel Galloway
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Doghouse
Out to the doghouse with you, thats what she said
Youve been inside too long now, I must clean the mess
Go in the backyard will you, practice your tricks
Go take yourself for a walk, you make me sick
Youre just a doggy, in a snap youre fetching the bone
And youre barking when she calls
Youre hiding behind the fence, youve been disobedient
Your fun and playfulness is so very becoming
But she has got you by the reins, and there is no running
Conditioned to salivate at the first sound of the bell
Feeding you the remains of yesterdays meal
Can you hear her calling from within the house?
Youre just a doggy, in a snap youre fetching the bone
And youre barking when she calls
Youre hiding behind the fence, youve been disobedient
Shape up boy!
Can you hear her calling, from within the house?
If you would stop barking, she might let you out
At last she opens the back gate, youre released, youre now free to
Roam
Youve been waiting for this moment for sometime and now you must
Go
Into the fields where there is laughter, there is peace and youre
Comfortable
Try to hold on now before she calls you home!
Youre in the doghouse
cause youre just a dog!
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Ta-shieka My Pup
Barking, barking your cute little bark,
I found you on a prayer and a lark.
You were a traveling runaway pup,
who jumped into trash cans
that's where you'ld end up.
Now, I’m so happy
you became my pet,
all those years I’ll never forget.
All the memories of running
in the fields,
like when I sprained my ankle
you kneeled at my heels.
Making sure I was home & safe,
I return the love in so many ways.
Now it’s sad that I was not with you,
if I would of known earlier
I would of flew,
flew up to see you.
One last precious time,
to say “I love you pup” and
my say last goodbye…
Written on Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Yes, the moon!
The moon.
Yes!
Yes, the moon!
I like to wander
with the moon.
It's easy with the moon.
Not awkward, you'd
expect it might be awkward.
It's not.
Not with the moon.
The moon is always
gleaming,
and glowing.
Never upset.
The moon, doesn't get hurt,
or sore with me.
It is just there.
Listening.
The moon is a gooood listener.
It sits through all my
moaning, and groaning.
So I don't have to go
moan, and groan,
alone.
The moon is just what I need.
It's what I've got.
The moon,
oh, the moon.
I'd like to think
the moon is just a different part
of me.
poem by Victor Matthews
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If you listen to dogs barking, you'll go deaf and never learn much.
Remember the 13th
Our hearts were beating faster,
Yet the air getting more hotter,
I thought I wanted water,
Yet it was not the matter,
The day was worth while,
Remember the 13th
We were walking up and down,
The birds of the air witnessing,
The melodies they gave,
The swift movements they made,
I can look back at the moments,
I remember you,
I remember us,
I remember the 13th
I can see the pictures,
The cars passing by,
Your lips opening wider,
Telling me you love me,
Remember your actions,
Remember my reactions,
Remember the 13th
Forget the 10th,
That day we had lunch together,
Forget the 11th,
That day we had a long walk,
Forget the 12th,
That day was full of fun,
Remember the 13th,
That day we fell in love,
Remember June, it was cold,
Remember the 13th,
It was warm for us
poem by Sir Gaylord Munemo
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The Pack
A bit of metaphysics or a psychologic catch
Will sit upon my breast all day and scratch and scratch and
scratch. Now isn't it a pity that the ragged thorns of culture Should be tearing at my vitals, as Prometheus's the vulture?
I really have no liking for abstruse and subtle question.
I prefer to laugh in sunshine and to cherish my digestion.
But a pack of eager queries, barking, barking, hound me on,
Until I find an hour of life's pure delight is gone.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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