Dog spelled backwards is God
bringing love and loyalty
with every doggie nod
Companions beyond compare
canines adore and protect
following you everywhere
You’re never alone with a dog
because they understand
your inner dialogue
-30-
I’m happy as can be
being me
a guy who writes poetry
A wanderer among words
a purveyor of verbosity
I soar into skies of stories
not yet told
in broken sentence safaris
my imagination uncontrolled
-30-
Washed up on the shore of depression
barely sane
a tumultuous soul calls out my name
scratchy screams in the storm
of life
a weary survivor of constant strife
no surcease for my sorrow
no hope for the morrow
but I continue to go on
every dawn
every day
wanting to be okay
-30-
The poet paints meaning into every color
each cleverer than the other
Blue is as inspiring as the sky
Purple makes people sigh
Gold is shiny and bold
Sea Green is slimy and cold
Orange is an autumn day
There’s various shades of grey
Yellow is bright and enlightening
Black can be good or frightening
Every color in the rainbow
delivers messages in nature’s road show
-30-
Unbeknown to his doctors
and his family
Brian was deeply aware
his blank stare
a mask
he wore everywhere
inside
he could hear and see
reality
confidentially
-30-
The Bison bellowed when he saw the dog talking with the steer
the cats who were near
whispered secrets that only they could hear
goats bleating as they jumped from one mountain to another
with ease
birds speaking multiple languages in nearby trees
a weasel whistling
a porcupine bristling
on another beautiful spring day
when the creatures like to come out and play
in Animal Land
-30-
Upon awakening every morning, I feel like I’m going to die
I don’t know how
or even why
but I have fever dreams
that go to such extremes
they make my soul cry
strange symbols fly by
in a multi-colored sky
of my subconscious
as I continue to seek the light
every night
-30-
a little girl singing in the spring meadows of your mind
her sweet voice soothing your soul with lyrics
from another time
a little boy playing with a toy on a snowy day
his childish antics in your mind’s eye
from another time
a young woman dancing in a play
her grace and beauty in full bloom
from another day
a young man indulging in harmless horseplay
his powerful muscles straining in the summer heat
of another day
an old woman knitting by a warm hearth of clay
her memories embroidered on blankets
from another day
an old man in a winter pathway
looking for his memories
from another day.
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I dreamt I was lying in a field of pumpkins one October day
watching the orange gourds play
like frisky future Jack-O-Lanterns they had fun
in the warm embrace of the sun
they talked about a harvest moon
that they were expecting soon
when I heard one let out a deep sigh
“What a miserable fate to end up a pie!”
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Although he walked among them, they couldn’t see
the fissures, the spiraling cracks and his insanity
he moved among them like a gray ghost seeking normality
all the while having a split-personality
where his alter-ego lived in the virtual reality
of a psychopathic personality
seeking popularity
in all the wrong places
-30-
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