Dog Day Afternoon
Humorous
Dog Day Afternoon
Opus 30
dog,
hog,
wog,
wallow!
fog,
dog,
log,
hollow!
crawl,
small,
call,
meddle!
stuck,
luck,
muck,
wheedle!
smell,
yelp!
help!
needing!
wet,
set,
fret,
pleading!
me,
plea,
see,
freedom!
dog,
hog,
wog,
wallow!
Not again! ! Dedicated to all great dogs!
Steven B. Taylor
August 13,1997
poem by Steven B. Taylor
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Wallowings
I am in the Wallowing-
there I find my best and worse.
Pity-Wallow is where I focus
all on my self and go inward
for long moments of pity-filled indulgence of self.
Sorrow-Wallow allows me to grieve
on my own terms, yet not really suffer
too much.
Wallow-Defeats are my best
and where I re-learn over and over again
not to regret.
Good Wallow where I learn lessons
over and over again-
Down is the best way Up;
Out is the best way Back:
Wallow-Defeat is the path to Happiness-
if you Wallow quietly and accept
that a Good Wallow is where you
plan for the Wallow-Through
not stop and rest amid your Wallowings.
As my Mother used to say:
'Cry and Wallow that's ok
but use the time to plan to get
back on your feet again.'
A good Wallow is a terrible thing to waste.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Landon Bay
Nature
Updated January 21,2008
LANDON BAY
OPUS 41
The gentle breeze puts leaves to sway.
Light ripples caress the glassy sheen.
The red sloop is moored in Landon Bay
An idyllic setting, so serene.
Distant islands off the tree-lined point,
Covered with a haze of misty gray.
Somehow, time is out of joint,
Close to the town of Gananoque.
When gazing on this peaceful scene,
One wonders why this place is here,
Or if the presence of a single scream,
Could make this setting disappear?
Why are the terrors of the outside world
Distributed, among us, so unevenly?
Why are some places lovely to behold,
And others filled with agony?
While some of us feel only pain,
And life is constant misery,
Here is the locus of the Lord's domain,
And nature cries with sympathy.
Perhaps, it is to let us know,
That sanctuary still is found,
Where spirit can begin to grow,
And love can wax on fertile ground.
Written at Landon Bay, Ontario.
Steven B. Taylor
August 31,1997
poem by Steven B. Taylor
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Pigs prefer to wallow in clean mud, but if nothing else is available, they will frequently wallow in their own urine, giving rise to the notion that they are dirty animals.
quote by Marvin Harris
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The Sunshine Boys
Passages
The Sunshine Boys
' A Landlubber's Lament'
Opus 73
Oh, how he yearned for the sunshine boys.
And, the days he was young and free.
When he was captivated by the joy,
Of shipping off to sea.
The ocean's pull was the chance to see
Those things he never saw.
To be those things, he shouldn't be;
To laugh at the land and the law.
A carefree time, with the sunshine dwelt
On decks against the waves.
He stared into the face of hell,
And laughed, and said. 'I'm brave.'
No time in life was he so free,
Yet never more restricted.
As fighter, drinker, lover, he
Could have his fate predicted.
Those times were spent with the sunshine boys,
Who ventured far from home;
Who greatest efforts did employ,
To conquer wind and foam.
The sunshine boys found a challenge there,
At sea, to become men.
To know, nothing on this earth compares,
With the ocean's hold on them.
And, now that he has landed here,
He longs for the sunshine, then,
And the chance to overcome his fears,
By sailing off again.
This poem is dedicated to all those 'sunshine boys'*, who became men, by 'Going down to the sea in ships.'
*Sunshine boys are deck hands on a carrier, who take rests between launching planes by stretching out on the deck in the sunshine and catching short naps.
Steven B. Taylor
November 25,1997
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Kelle
Wantonness,
To wallow again in the mine;
And like a dog that returns to its own vomit.
Wallow, callow, fallow, hallow, mallow, sallow, tallow;
I am Kelle in the land of your muse,
But do remember to keep the black pot always clean.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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~ In Euphonic Yo-Yo ~
~ In Euphonic Yo-Yo ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
21 September 2010
Sorrows are hollow
Why mop n’ swallow
Why yell ouch ow?
Erase n’ eschew
Muffle fuddle foe woe
Low n’ lull all low
Sow n’ souse marrow.
In Euphonic Yo-Yo
Explore inner éclat El Dorado
Immix in melody mellow
Gleam n’ glow n’ wallow
In bedecked minstrel Yoo Hoo
Dance douse with Divine Billow.
Zoom n’ yep n’ uh-huh with ~
Ooh Yo!
Wreath Wow! !
Ye Jane Joe! ! !
==
Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express.:
[1] Marrow ~ Most vital part of some idea..
[2] Wallow [Verb] ~ Be ecstatic with joy.
[3] Yoo Hoo ~ Gain someone's attention.
[4] Ooh [Verb] ~ Express admiration and pleasure.
[5] Yo ~. An informal address to one whose name is not known to another [Hi, Hey]
~~~
Copyright reserved by author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Tough Love
You're stuck in thickened muck,
And you want to give up.
The muck you're stuck in...
Isn't budging.
And on your mind bad luck,
You're accustomed to cuss.
But,
That stuff you're cussing...
Only you began.
You made a choice,
To bottled up your stuff.
You made decisions without thinking.
And...
You've had enough.
But you chose to have it rough.
There is no exit when you're given,
Tough love.
When you get out,
You'll remember it...
As tough love!
Tough love.
Tough love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stuck In The August Rain
Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray
And bends to kiss my frown away.
But Im still still stuck in the august rain;
Stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
The covers on, the coast is clear.
Were all battened down, only us here.
But Im still still stuck in the august rain;
Stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
She walks between the lines
And she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the august rain:
Out in the cloudburst once again.
Single-minded in my gloom.
I appear to revel in this darkened room.
But Im still still stuck in the august rain;
Stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
She walks between the lines
And she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the august rain:
Out in the cloudburst once again.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Canadians
With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs,
With the trampling sound of twenty that re-echoes in the roofs,
Low of crest and dull of coat, wan and wild of eye,
Through our English village the Canadians go by.
Shying at a passing cart, swerving from a car,
Tossing up an anxious head to flaunt a snowy star,
Racking at a Yankee gait, reaching at the rein,
Twenty raw Canadians are tasting life again!
Hollow-necked and hollow-flanked, lean of rib and hip,
Strained and sick and weary with the wallow of the ship,
Glad to smell the turf again, hear the robin’s call,
Tread again the country road they lost at Montreal!
Fate may bring them dule and woe; better steeds than they
Sleep beside the English guns a hundred leagues away;
But till war hath need of them, lightly lie their reins,
Softly fall the feet of them along the English lanes.
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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Lectric Daze Buzz
I sit here in smoke in the
Realm of the Wallow where
green sky has frogs and the
birds that dive down from
the cliffs and the trees in a
valley where dogs chase the
lizards all day and kids hear the
songs of a red ice cream monkey
that sometimes turns blue.
poem by Rick Stokes
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What We Both Need
You anger me when I see you in despair.
Because I know that is not where you wish to be.
You have the tools to lift yourself up.
But somehow you have chosen,
To be there to wallow...
And I wont allow myself to see you like this.
Remember when you said to me,
I alone can change my own destiny!
That I chose to sit,
With burdens and grief.
And if I didn't tell them to leave me...
I would struggle to stand.
And I welcomed my own defeat.
Look at you,
Rehearsing your pain and sorrow.
Do you need a swift kick,
To knock you into tomorrow.
Or should we trade tears...
To barter back and forth?
Or should we wait together,
For agony from others to borrow?
You anger me when I see you in despair.
Because I know that is not where you wish to be.
You have the tools to lift yourself up.
But somehow you have chosen,
To be there to wallow...
And I wont allow myself to see you like this.
And yet,
I can't leave you alone.
Come here...
Let me hold you.
Perhaps this is what we both need!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kneepads
If you want to crawl
Buy you some kneepads,
To protect those knees.
You'll be grateful when you wake up,
From a move you'll think was foolish.
If you want to crawl with a pleading to please
At least do it with class,
Wearing kneepads.
Those humble knew of stumbling,
Most of their lives.
And not in comfort when they did it.
But some unfamiliar with the act of this,
Try to make it appear
A bruising done on bended knees,
Will for them be temporary.
If you want to crawl
Buy you some kneepads,
To protect those knees.
You'll be grateful when you wake up,
From a move you'll think was foolish.
If you want to crawl with a pleading to please
At least do it with class,
Wearing kneepads.
If you want to crawl with a pleading to please
At least do it with class,
Wearing kneepads.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Smell
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you Prince Charming
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes
Say you'll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, you're a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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Get Over It
I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin dont blame me
They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else
Spend all their time feelin sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your mommas too thin; your daddys too fat
Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin and cryin and pitchin a fit
Get over it, get over it
You say you havent been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, old billy was right
Lets kill all the lawyers, kill em tonight
You dont want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesnt owe you a thing
Get over it
Get over it
If you dont want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, get over it
Its like going to confession every time I hear you speak
Youre makin the most of your losin streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
Id like to find your inner child and kick its little ass
Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin and moanin and pitchin a fit
Get over it, get over it
Get over it
Get over it
Its gotta stop sometime, so why dont you quit
Get over it, get over it
song performed by by Eagles
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Lost in a Dream World
Lost in a Dream World
By: Adam M. Snow
What place is this, from my slumber I wake?
A mistiful world, a smell of roses flake.
I walk this world of nightmare hollow,
Dare not treasure this dreamful wallow.
The feeling is real but this world's a lie;
If I keep on living, surely I'll die.
What place is this within my slumber,
Where the sky is that of umber?
I wander through this bleary abyss,
Confused about this worldly amiss.
All my dreams and fears before me;
Out in the open for me to see.
I run but all is still;
I can't help myself be ill.
I am lost within this world of dreams;
Alone forever, in a world of gleams.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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When the Shit Goes Down
Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
rollin around nine deuce cadillac
still got my homies to watch my back
and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat
thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they follow
a hollow point shell's hard ta swallow
why wallow when ya come ta roll on i put tha clip an dust
bring ya ass on
song performed by by Cypress Hill from Black Sunday
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In the Tavernas
I wallow in the tavernas and brothels of Beirut.
I didn't want to stay
in Alexandria. Tamides left me;
he went off with the Prefect's son to earn himself
a villa on the Nile, a mansion in the city.
It wouldn't have been right for me to stay in Alexandria.
I wallow in the tavernas and brothels of Beirut.
I live a vile life, devoted to cheap debauchery.
The one thing that saves me,
like durable beauty, like perfume
that goes on clinging to my flesh, is this: Tamides,
most exquisite of young men, was mine for two years,
and mine not for a house or a villa on the Nile.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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That Smell
(allen collins - ronnie vanzant)
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree youre in my way
Theres too much coke and too much smoke
Look whats going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you prince charming
Cant speak a word when youre full of ludes
Say youll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, youre a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Vain Lies
Vain lies,
Gossip,
Slander,
Too much and too little;
But with derision and contempt!
Hollow,
Hallow,
Swallow,
Follow,
Borrow,
Fellow,
Wallow!
But who is she?
And i do cry whenever i remember those things.
Congregation,
Asunder,
Decree,
Proclaim,
Oppression,
Declared,
Begotton,
Disturbed!
But who is he?
And like the light of love to overcome lies! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Avenue Of Hope
Along the avenue of hope
The footsteps falter, the fingers grope
and days, stretch out, beneath the sun
No-one's born, and no-one dies, no-one lives, so no-one cries
and we wait to see just what we will become
Don't let me falter, don't let me ride
Don't let the earth in me subside
Let me see just who I will become
You're like the clouds in my home town
You just grow fat and hang around
and you're days stretch out beneath the sun
and you don't live, you don't die, you don't love so you don't cry
and we wait, to see just what we will become
Don't let me borrow, don't let me bring
Don't let me wallow, don't make me sing
Let me see just who I will becomee
Don't let me falter, don't let me hide
Don't let someone else decide
Just who or what I will become
Don't let them borrow, don't let them bring
Don't let them wallow, don't make them sing
Let them stretch out beneath the sun
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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