he said I'm a rabid dog
but dogs don't bite their masters
unless they've been cruelly punished
one can't expect intelligence and logic
to enter into their dog-minds
like humans can, if they can, but then
we've all got a blind spot, haven't we?
and it's usually someone we can't
conquer with our dedication to what
works magic for some, you know, the
pack....

To make apple cider, you boil it,
then drink up, before time can spoil it.
Drink too many cups,
and you're bound to throw up
as you quickly dash off to the toilet!

I shall one day write a poem about
the one I find most fair
the girl I've known since distant youth
who now has silver in her hair

One day I hope to have the skill
to paint her kind eyes, emerald green
which with a glance melts my heart,still
holding the most love I have seen

A voice I can pick from a crowd
seldom ill, oft filled with laughter
attuned to be heard just by me
in this life and ever after

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Of the world's best
Here self styled poets
Self mutually praise
And double their comment
Those like you and I
We finally lament.
Don’t be amazed
it’s not like other sites
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You have to read a lot friend
And
Don’t leave with tears
towards the end
As tears can be discomforting too
then don't say
Loved
Didn’t warn you
None the less
A happy innings

Your funny bone is plain to see
and tickles me with musely glee
oh, write for fun or fucks or tears
it all comes down to test of years
sometimes to shock is cause enough
to call your sullen reader's bluff
but when you give your reader humour
ideas can grow, much like a tumour.

THE SMELL OF DEAD RACCOON
Down a two-lane highway
one midnight near Macon, Georgia
an eighteen-wheeler came barreling through
like a bullet on a target straight and true.

the air was heavy with the smell
of dead raccoon.
warning to all woodland creatures
Death was speeding in their direction.

a deer at a crossing
heeding no warning
was found the next morning
wheel marks across his middle
and as most animals do
smelled a little like dead raccoon too.

Everyday, first love happens
and, someone says I felt a funny feeling
traveling through my body, when I saw you

There's something about a smile,
a twinkle in an eye or lab's beaker on a burner
cooking up a lover's brew
that makes first loves' unforgettable

Even when years pass like departed souls
and making memories with others
a passing glance is enough to rekindle sparks
for the one that got away

Night is your day
Stranded humans, your prey
Fascinating beauty
Seeming innocent display
Coded mode is your way

Lies fed unto hope
On tap in range and scope
Make-believe in nothing true
Enforced by petulant stubbornness
Leading nowhere to nothingness

A lion’s teeth on the nape to make it still
Indifference toughened stiff like steal
Victim drained of blood to lifelessness
Soul spirals into air, this earth my brother
Childless, O! Hear the cry of a mother

SOUTHERN BREEZES

southern charm and southern comfort

southern breezes and southern spices

scorching days and sultry waves

of cotton dresses

satin sheets in perfumed nights

passion’s fire seething into daylight.

I took in hand a block of wood
and looking at it long I stood
trying my best to see within
the hidden form, where to begin

At last I saw an inner bird
and muttered"hmph" no other word
then set out with my keen edged knife
to bring the wooden bird to life

As at my feet the shavings grew
the shape emerged I so well knew
with care I carved each curve and nook
regardless of the time it took