Poetry competition CLOSED 24th March 2015 4:11pm
WINNER
toniscales (Lost Girl)
toniscales (Lost Girl)
RUNNERS-UP:
PsychicApocalypse
and hornyatmorn
Dogs & pups
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Misty
I was at that age when a child
burns for a dog.
Mom took me to see the pups,
chatting with the lady
while my eyes teared in delight.
"This one," I said, picking up
a perfect specimen, in my youthful
fever dropping it on its back.
Mom gave me the look of death.
Tears of shame welled in my eyes
as she apologized blithely to the lady.
But in my arms, I had my puppy.
I knew her name before I knew her,
"I love you, Misty," rubbing my
face against her wet nose.
My step-father wouldn't let her
inside. So off to the backyard
she went, and I played with her
often, seized as she was with
that crazed shivering excitement
only a dog can have.
But the months passed. I don't know
why, but I played with her less
and less. That mindless passion only dogs
possess, that unconditional love
scared me. I didn't feel deserving
of it, no one had ever loved me
unconditionally before. It was hard
coming from screaming voices
and crashing plates to the wide-eyed,
heart-wrenching acceptance
of a small, furry, defenseless creature.
It all gets blurry after that,
a smear of white running
from one corner to the next
behind a slanted wooden fence.
One day Mom telling me from
somewhere far away, "We gave her
to Hank, baby," holding me as I cried.
Hank, our lawn-cutter, who lived
on a horse ranch, laughed
and ate breakfast with us and
said to cook his eggs real good
'cause he didn't like 'em like snot.
It's been thirty-two years.
Yet Misty still haunts the fields of my dreams,
how I hurt her the day I met her,
made her mine from the start,
hurt her all those days afterwards,
her laughing eyes as she danced
from post to post, eager to be loved.
I like to think of her
roaming Hank’s lush verdant spaces
with a horse by her side,
lean white flanks running in liquid glory,
long pink tongue flying from a mouth open
to the wind in careless freedom.
And as I've grown, I've begun to understand
boxes, cages, impassable perimeters.
The pacing back and forth, aching
for a touch, a voice.
Now the cat stretches regally
on the chaise. She deigns me
a glance, then falls back
to secure oblivion, innately
understanding the limits of
a broken soul’s generosity.
But Misty, I love and miss you,
so very much.
And I hate myself forever
for what I did to you.
Misty
I was at that age when a child
burns for a dog.
Mom took me to see the pups,
chatting with the lady
while my eyes teared in delight.
"This one," I said, picking up
a perfect specimen, in my youthful
fever dropping it on its back.
Mom gave me the look of death.
Tears of shame welled in my eyes
as she apologized blithely to the lady.
But in my arms, I had my puppy.
I knew her name before I knew her,
"I love you, Misty," rubbing my
face against her wet nose.
My step-father wouldn't let her
inside. So off to the backyard
she went, and I played with her
often, seized as she was with
that crazed shivering excitement
only a dog can have.
But the months passed. I don't know
why, but I played with her less
and less. That mindless passion only dogs
possess, that unconditional love
scared me. I didn't feel deserving
of it, no one had ever loved me
unconditionally before. It was hard
coming from screaming voices
and crashing plates to the wide-eyed,
heart-wrenching acceptance
of a small, furry, defenseless creature.
It all gets blurry after that,
a smear of white running
from one corner to the next
behind a slanted wooden fence.
One day Mom telling me from
somewhere far away, "We gave her
to Hank, baby," holding me as I cried.
Hank, our lawn-cutter, who lived
on a horse ranch, laughed
and ate breakfast with us and
said to cook his eggs real good
'cause he didn't like 'em like snot.
It's been thirty-two years.
Yet Misty still haunts the fields of my dreams,
how I hurt her the day I met her,
made her mine from the start,
hurt her all those days afterwards,
her laughing eyes as she danced
from post to post, eager to be loved.
I like to think of her
roaming Hank’s lush verdant spaces
with a horse by her side,
lean white flanks running in liquid glory,
long pink tongue flying from a mouth open
to the wind in careless freedom.
And as I've grown, I've begun to understand
boxes, cages, impassable perimeters.
The pacing back and forth, aching
for a touch, a voice.
Now the cat stretches regally
on the chaise. She deigns me
a glance, then falls back
to secure oblivion, innately
understanding the limits of
a broken soul’s generosity.
But Misty, I love and miss you,
so very much.
And I hate myself forever
for what I did to you.
SET
From my waking hours to my dying time
I devote myself to you
A slave, a confidant and a whipping post
Yes, you know it’s true
The sacrifices I made, willingly
All in the glory for you
The moon and stars sing ballads in your name
In the grip of midnight blue
I bend a knee with bowls of plenty bounty
I am bound with iron locks
Upon my heart, you are the only true god
May I change your litter box?
“Worshipz me, or no despair
I iz a god, sharp clawz buts cute
Feed mez twoleg, or sufferz
I will sprayz yous pillowz”
(c) 2015 Frank Green
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Ode to Papa Zeus
There was once a dog named Zeus
Who was like a bulldozer on the loose
Knocking into everything in his path
Hence the nickname of "Zeus the Moose"
A handsome little devil he was
He was quite the ladies man
Killing you softly with his smile
He had many an adoring fan
He played with his sister Suzie
And the lovely Venus too
They would bark, jump, howl and more
Oh boy what they wouldn't do
He knew he was the furry man of the house
He was always in the lead
Protecting all in the family
He sure knew there was a need
There would come those days
Where he would just be as lazy as lazy could be
But of course that would always be after
Playing with such intensity
He was with us for a little over 8 years
And not a day went by
That he didn't shower us with love
That was as high as the lovely blue sky
There would come the time
When he wouldn't move with such ease
But that didn't stop him
With his constant aim to please
He knew the love was there
As was shown to him every day
Cause he would acknowledge with a nod
Or lean up on you as if to say
"Mom and Dad
I love you so
But it's okay
You can let me go
Where I'm going
I'll be alright
Suzie is waiting
By the light
Don't you worry
Athena's still here
She's part of me
So I'll forever be near".
Thank you my furry angel Zeus
You will forever be in my heart
Binded by a love so strong
Nothing will tear that apart.
Ode to Papa Zeus
There was once a dog named Zeus
Who was like a bulldozer on the loose
Knocking into everything in his path
Hence the nickname of "Zeus the Moose"
A handsome little devil he was
He was quite the ladies man
Killing you softly with his smile
He had many an adoring fan
He played with his sister Suzie
And the lovely Venus too
They would bark, jump, howl and more
Oh boy what they wouldn't do
He knew he was the furry man of the house
He was always in the lead
Protecting all in the family
He sure knew there was a need
There would come those days
Where he would just be as lazy as lazy could be
But of course that would always be after
Playing with such intensity
He was with us for a little over 8 years
And not a day went by
That he didn't shower us with love
That was as high as the lovely blue sky
There would come the time
When he wouldn't move with such ease
But that didn't stop him
With his constant aim to please
He knew the love was there
As was shown to him every day
Cause he would acknowledge with a nod
Or lean up on you as if to say
"Mom and Dad
I love you so
But it's okay
You can let me go
Where I'm going
I'll be alright
Suzie is waiting
By the light
Don't you worry
Athena's still here
She's part of me
So I'll forever be near".
Thank you my furry angel Zeus
You will forever be in my heart
Binded by a love so strong
Nothing will tear that apart.
Ode to Papa Zeus
Anonymous
Won round fer mai pussee kat dawggie
Eye shot maipussee katdawggie
coz itt pissd onn mai bedd.
I wrote 'bout itt befour.
Itt wuz tuff luv
und won round onlee.
Pour lilpussee kat dawggie.
Itt shoulduh pissd
onn da fahlore.
Den itt'd stihl bee aleve.
Nawt ded.
Butt alieve.
Eye shot mai
coz itt pissd onn mai bedd.
I wrote 'bout itt befour.
Itt wuz tuff luv
und won round onlee.
Pour lil
Itt shoulduh pissd
onn da fahlore.
Den itt'd stihl bee aleve.
Nawt ded.
Butt alieve.
Magnetron said:[quote-296093-LobodeSanPedro][quote-296091-HadesRising]Damn... May I leave mine here for others to enjoy?
Cool ... Leave it up ... Maybe I'll do an "any kinda pet" competition next. [/quote]
Chia Pets?
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Cool ... Leave it up ... Maybe I'll do an "any kinda pet" competition next. [/quote]
Chia Pets?
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Demon Dog
red eyed and dirty stank funk like a mother fucker
razor sharp wit and bites hurt like a bitch mother fucker
barks sound like Joker laughs
doing back flips to my finger snaps
raw and rude bite any bitch sick any dude just to prove
that you my loyal companion assassin
walking up on fools straight bo jangling dick dangling
you one of a kind and you is especially mine
given to me by the Most High On Crack
the Devil don't want you back
so you my responsibility and we fucking up hill billies
red necks better respect when we strolling
or they get their ass hole and whole crew chewed up
not a chance do we back down from a fisticuffs
we will fuck these mother fuckers up
then we dine on protein and vegetables, gotta stay healthy
can't let you get soft eating that commercial shit
we living in war times and we murderous
they can laugh when they see you all shook up
but they always cry when you and I fuck these fools up
now pull up
red eyed and dirty stank funk like a mother fucker
razor sharp wit and bites hurt like a bitch mother fucker
barks sound like Joker laughs
doing back flips to my finger snaps
raw and rude bite any bitch sick any dude just to prove
that you my loyal companion assassin
walking up on fools straight bo jangling dick dangling
you one of a kind and you is especially mine
given to me by the Most High On Crack
the Devil don't want you back
so you my responsibility and we fucking up hill billies
red necks better respect when we strolling
or they get their ass hole and whole crew chewed up
not a chance do we back down from a fisticuffs
we will fuck these mother fuckers up
then we dine on protein and vegetables, gotta stay healthy
can't let you get soft eating that commercial shit
we living in war times and we murderous
they can laugh when they see you all shook up
but they always cry when you and I fuck these fools up
now pull up
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His fur was jet black.
And he had such a cute wet nose.
I had to get him as soon I spotted him,
barking behind the make-shift doors.
The fact that he was black,
and ripped everything that he chewed.
Reaper fit quiet nicely on him,
he was so destructive and rude.
Before house-trained, he shat on the floor,
the carpet, and in the kitchen for fun.
He ripped apart the neighbor's cat,
with the dead cat's head in his furry mouth while running around.
When he's home alone, he would go in the room,
and rip down all the clothes on the rack.
He would make a nest looking bed out of the garments,
and for the life of me, would not give it back.
I loved that dog.
It's that plain and simple.
He obeyed only me... at times,
so feisty and so darn little.
He made friends with a parrot I bought...
for like a week, tops.
One day I came home to find scattered feathers,
and him sitting unusually quiet in a corner,
looking like a guilty fox.
I built a dog house in the back yard.
It was a form of bad-dog penalty.
He knew when he had done wrong,
because I would tie him to the dog house I called,
"State Penitentiary".
Of course, he grew up to be
a big slobbering pooch.
He being so ugly, so annoying, and adorable,
I'd still let him give me a drool-smooch
All in all, even up to today's date.
he is beyond 'Too Cute'.
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.... And the Best in Show ribbon goes to ...
Toniscales!
Congrats to the runners up ... DarkerHalf and hornyatmorn.
Special thanks to my guest judge Lena-Underneath ...
... The common thread in the selections was the personalization of the topic. They were all wonderful tales of the unequivocal bond one shares with a dog or pup.
Many thanks to all who submitted!
Salud
.... And the Best in Show ribbon goes to ...
Toniscales!
Congrats to the runners up ... DarkerHalf and hornyatmorn.
Special thanks to my guest judge Lena-Underneath ...
... The common thread in the selections was the personalization of the topic. They were all wonderful tales of the unequivocal bond one shares with a dog or pup.
Many thanks to all who submitted!
Salud
