Poetry Blogs (2019, dogs)
Jason Bayliss on Autumn Stardust - Time is ours to control, we just gotta let go (41 minutes ago)
Jason Bayliss on Life = Expansion of the mind... Ever increasing possibilities!! (54 minutes ago)
This is about my first dog who sparked off my interest in the paranormal due to experiences I had related to him from a young age
When you were a baby
I was a pup
I was always there
To cheer you up
I'd guard your pram
Outside the shops
With my nose
On your door
I'd often knock
I loved days
When we used
To play ball
I'd lick your knee
Friday 6th September 2019 10:45 am
A dog is a representation
Of loyalty and dedication;
So, why is it a denigration
To call a man 'a dog'?
Perhaps, it's vilification;
An outright humiliation,
For the canine population,
For a man to be called a dog!
Wednesday 21st August 2019 11:51 pm
The old man stood, hands on hips, looking around the yard. He saw someone across the yard waving and recognized Remy's bushy gray beard. Remy and Eloise were sat chatting with Steve and Jenny. The old man went over and joined them. He sank down into the white leather sofa. Each of the couples had their own sofas. The sofas, like the awning over them, had all seen better days but oh what luxurious,...
Sunday 18th August 2019 8:46 pm
I remember the day when we first met, the day I made you mine,
our eyes met across a crowded room and I fed you a funny line.
"What's a cute thing like you doing in a place like this?" I said,
you came home with me that day and spent the night with me in bed.
I considered you my best friend and gave you everything,
I gave you a home, looked after you and took you unde...
Sunday 16th June 2019 9:40 am
When I was 7 years old, I went with my mother to visit her friend. I heard a dog bark when we knocked on the door. I love doggies! "Where's your doggie?" I asked. "I put him out back. He's an old police dog and isn't used to kids."
"Stay away from him," my mother warned.
Despite her warning, I went in search of the doggie and found him chained to a stake in the ground, head down, dark eyes...
Friday 12th April 2019 4:37 am
I hate felines, I hate cats
They’re nasty, malicious little prats
They always land on their feet
They may look fluffy, cute and sweet
But they’ve needles for teeth and razors for claws
That they conceal inside their paws.
I hate their mewl, I hate their wail.
The cocky way they flick their tail.
The way they hiss, and arch their back
Before launching into a vicious ...
Tuesday 12th March 2019 8:40 am
Hanging in the shed
Are four dead pheasants and a woodcock
On a makeshift table
Some half-eaten sandwiches and a thermos
A drab green waterproof
Hangs on a nail above some boots and drips
The man sits talking to a friend
And rubbing his damp hair with an old towel
Outside dogs are sniffing around the cars
Ignoring the rain one man is hunched over his ...
Friday 8th February 2019 2:15 pm
I walk up from the bus stop at the end of each weekday,
I know I’ll cause a ruckus, every step along the way.
One hundred yards, four houses, four front gardens, four closed gates,
Behind each one a canine sentinel does lie in wait.
To take this path I have to steel my nerves, or ears at least,
And take care not to get a scare from these four furry beasts.
Am I always to be hound...
Saturday 22nd September 2018 7:44 am
everyone be hearing us.
What an exciting life you lead,
cosmic superhuman centipede.
I’m Centric G pause for the D:
ejaculating antiquating - even thoughts dilapidated.
You should go through twice
extinguish anguish from your life
cosmic zombie souls are sliced.
rubbing Atlas, struggled rolling
Monday 6th August 2018 9:31 pm
Tiny is noise and loud
but cowers when in a crowd
tanay is quiet and loyal
hygenic and clean like a royal
both are crazy and fun
they love to go for a run
tanya likes to explore
tiny lets out a roar
she will always find her
she's always right behind her
and then they both lie on the floor
Tiny will chase all the balls
and bark when the buzzer calls
Monday 12th February 2018 12:36 pm
Penally beach path
Black plastic dog shit bags,
Strewn with carless abandon
‘Gainst clear, blue sky
And cold, fresh breeze,
A black stain,
Tarnish on the Pembrooke,
selfish, dog shit vandal,
where sensitivity should engage your being,
Monday 23rd January 2017 5:15 pm
Dedication from a canine
far surpasses humans abilities
A love so pure
they would lay down
their lives at every sitution
When you pass
and leave them behind
they grieve in a way
so pure and real
They wait for us
for they have faith
they will see us again
And they do...
by Lynn Hahn
Saturday 14th January 2017 6:51 pm
A dog died on the streets today
A well bred dog with pedigree
His coat was riddled with fleas and lice
And his stomach was empty.
He would never bark or snap or crack.
Some would offer him food or treats
And some say he died of sadness and grief
A man died on the streets today
One less dog to think of
some were heard to say
On his passing away.
Saturday 14th May 2016 12:19 pm
Do you have colour in your cheeks?
Do you go to sleep remembering what you seek?
Do you recall what it was like to be corporeal,
or does it not feel like that at all?
Do you wake to find your pillow wet at night?
Do you see the wolves congregating under moonlight,
and howl at your own stupidity for staying inside?
Do you stare at the files on your desk each weekday
Sunday 6th March 2016 6:48 pm
Paws and snouts and whiskers and drool
And muscle and fur and eyes so sharp, kind and cruel
And light and strong and high in their jump
And eager and always hungry and always looking for more
And sleek and shiny and fast and then still
And smelling and sniffing and pushing and tearing
Playful and wanting and watching and rolling
And laying and nestling and warm and smelly...
Thursday 4th February 2016 10:45 am
I see him sometimes at four in the morning
The man with the black cap
He walks his dog,
And apart from a nod
He’s not one for talking
He’s always there at four in the morning
The man with the dog
I guess he’s retired from some early morning job
Now he’s got the time
Still, it’s a grand time, four in the morning
For a man with a cap and a dog...
Tuesday 18th August 2015 9:27 am
Do all Dogs
go to Heaven?
I sure hope
Cause when I
get to Heaven
I want to be
there with you.
You are gone
When I see
I'll have a
I'll sit upon
while you run
that crazy little circle.
Monday 18th August 2014 4:57 pm
The King of the garden is dead
And now the vultures come
For once before they would fear to tread
But not now, now the King is dead.
The King was a battered mongrel dog
Who kept his enemies at bay
And no cat would dare to enter his domain
Whatever the time of day
The cats roam fearless now
And in the midday sun can quietly lie
Or dance and pla...
Sunday 17th March 2013 1:37 pm