I've folded my heart eightfold
in the mantle of 'enlightainment'
and drove my V-twin equus down I35
Circuitous, as the dialectic of faith,
today I found that all roads led to Buda.

Here, dachshunds race for ribbons
and Nirvana lies in the gleam of a shiny coat
or the wondrous wiggle of a tail.
The Texan sun obscures more than it reveals
as reason yields to gambling fever
and I place my bet
on a longshot named 'Stretch.'

Sure, I lost ten bucks.
But I gained the deeper wisdom
that can come only from
inside backstretch chatter.
The fastest dog
isn't the healthiest or most loved --
Nay! It is the bitch
that's been doped up the most before the race
on a milkshake of sugar, baking soda and electrolytes.

Lord, I've seen the burning bush at Buda;
I've drunk from its sinful gaming waters.
And all I've got to show for my debauchery
is this lousy T-shirt that says:
IN BUDA EVERYONE'S A WEINER
That's right, y'all.
Frickin' all y'alls.

My Texas Poetry (I've lived in Austin, San Antonio and Killeen):

Trip Advisor: Travel America with Haiku [Texas]
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/455837/edit/?next=/my/poems/title/

Spindletop
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/553730/edit/?next=/my/poems/title/

Buda   [Texas Poetry]
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/449167/edit/?next=/my/poems/title/

My Ex's -- He's from Texas
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/my-exs-hes-from-texas/

A Little Cathedral in Texas
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/a-little-cathedral-in-texas/

Buda, TX
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buda,_Texas

I've folded my heart eightfold
in the mantle of 'enlightainment'
and drove my V-twin equus down I35
Circuitous, as the dialectic of faith,
today I found that all roads led to Buda.

Here, dachshunds race for ribbons
and Nirvana lies in the gleam of a shiny coat
or the wondrous wiggle of a tail.
The Texan sun obscures more than it reveals
as reason yields to gambling fever
and I place my bet
on a longshot named 'Stretch.'

Sure, I lost ten bucks.
But I gained the deeper wisdom
that can come only from
inside backstretch chatter.
The fastest dog
isn't the healthiest or most loved --
Nay! It is the bitch
that's been doped up the most before the race
on a milkshake of sugar, baking soda and electrolytes.

Lord, I've seen the burning bush at Buda;
I've drunk from its sinful gaming waters.
And all I've got to show for my debauchery
is this lousy T-shirt that says:
IN BUDA EVERYONE'S A WEINER
That's right, y'all.
Frickin' all y'alls.

My Texas Poetry (I've lived in Austin, San Antonio and Killeen):

Trip Advisor: Travel America with Haiku [Texas]
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/455837/edit/?next=/my/poems/title/

Spindletop
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/553730/edit/?next=/my/poems/title/

Buda   [Texas Poetry]
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/449167/edit/?next=/my/poems/title/

My Ex's -- He's from Texas
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/my-exs-hes-from-texas/

A Little Cathedral in Texas
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/a-little-cathedral-in-texas/

Buda, TX
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buda,_Texas
.
"Beautiful dog, Dachshund right?  It have a name?",
chachi
Sep 6, 2010

"Beautiful dog, Dachshund right?  It have a name?",
that is what I would have said to you
in hopes of sparking a conversation
in hopes of learning your name. I honestly
don't care about the dog's name at all, but
you have nice hair, and hips. They mesmerized
me while you walked, your dog, away
from me. I never said anything.

Matt
Matt
Jul 21, 2015

"Hello There"

I May say
If I were to meet
You on any day

What a strange man
I might seem to be

And maybe
I'll give it a try

To show you
Something reminiscent
Of the love
Jesus showed to me

I'm just a guy
With an akward shoulder
I like to lay about in parks

And sometimes
All too often
These dachshunds
Will make a loud bark

simply like a dachshund
Ryan Gonzalez
Ryan Gonzalez
Jan 4, 2015

When the sun hides
the doubts arrive
playing hide and seek
talking behind my ear

Voices clang at pipes
crushing a plumber's work
I try to hide

Playing their game
the doubts find me
simply like a dachshund
searching for badgers

Brutality is enforced
my body beaten raw
like a bowl of dough

My head slaps the floor
as I fall, I see it
blue heels deep in mud
once a savior, now a doubt

The wildebeast and dachshund know better.
Briar Rose
Briar Rose
Dec 21, 2013

Steps on the barren desert valley ground,
I'd rather be in the alley.
I'd rather be in the alley with you.
Sun burnt rocks jut out at me,
They shake their fingers at me,
"You'll never get out, it's a dead end from here."
I remember sitting out under the sun,
I remember being under the sun on the roof,
And I remember screaming at the skies,
" Mathematics has taught me nothing,
School was nothing but sociological lies!"

I had my verbal reasoning skills,
I had a bottle of Adderall pills,
I had my quantum physical knowledge,
I've been down the road of metaphysics,
I even had foreign language skills.
Italian artistry doesn't help you here, no.
The coyote knows best,
The wildebeast and dachshund know better.
Animal supremacy, no.
Conscious human foreclosure of higher arcane intelligence,
If it ever yielded it's presence,
Jesus would've resurrected already.

also written in 8th grade.
of ours running in a green field with a dachshund along side.
Elizabeth
Elizabeth
Apr 24, 2014

Today was a necessity.
I think,

I hope you understand that someday it will all make sense.
I dreamt of the perfect world with children of ours running in a green field with a dachshund along side.
There was picture perfect walls of glass and my library that you discouraged, but cared enough to allow me.
There was the gaming room that I discouraged, but cared enough to allow you.
And each morning breath was an inhalation of your skin, so bare and intimate.
My hair would wrap around your fingers playfully and our legs would hug under blankets from when we still were virgins together, in multiple ways.

Those dreams pass quickly as does the pendulum of the clock.
The seconds quicken as it deceives us into believing this will work.
It was good at what it did, and we fell for it.

There was no time to change my decision, for the better.

Perhaps someday we may walk with our hands joined once more, but until then,

This is absolutely, irrevocably, necessary.

I've folded my heart eightfold
in the mantle of 'enlightainment'
and drove my V-twin equus down I35
Circuitous, as the dialectic of faith,
today I found that all roads led to Buda.

Here, dachshunds race for ribbons
and Nirvana lies in the gleam of a shiny coat
or the wondrous wiggle of a tail.
The Texan sun obscures more than it reveals
as reason yields to gambling fever
and I place my bet
on a longshot named 'Stretch.'

Sure, I lost ten bucks.
But I gained the deeper wisdom
that can come only from
inside backstretch chatter.
The fastest dog
isn't the healthiest or most loved --
Nay! It is the bitch
that's been doped up the most before the race
on a milkshake of sugar, baking soda and electrolytes.

Lord, I've seen the burning bush at Buda;
I've drunk from its sinful gaming waters.
And all I've got to show for my debauchery
is this lousy T-shirt that says:
'IN BUDA EVERYONE'S A WEINER!'
That's right, y'all.
Fucking everyone.

My Texas Poetry (I've lived in Austin, San Antonio and Killeen):

Trip Advisor: Travel America with Haiku [Texas]
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/455837/edit/?next=/my/poems/title/

Spindletop
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/553730/edit/?next=/my/poems/title/

Buda   [Texas Poetry]
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/449167/edit/?next=/my/poems/title/

My Ex's -- He's from Texas
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/my-exs-hes-from-texas/

A Little Cathedral in Texas
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/a-little-cathedral-in-texas/
like a dachshund beaten too much while
Joel Hayward

A caliph trembles at the sound of aircraft
like a dachshund beaten too much while
his pack snap and bite and cock their legs
to pee on a better world

Their state is a chewed thighbone
covered in flies yet they mint coins
in gold and silver and praise God as they
throw effeminate teenagers off rooftops

A Turkish fisherman with a large shoe
stuffs cash into a pregnant pocket
and crams frightened souls into the shoe
which sinks on the horizon like the sun

Assassins have the crescent moon
in their left hands dirty pictures
on their phones and tight vests
leaking lava

She searched for tips on eyeliner
the day she erupted as a volcano
leaving her sheer blouse to mourn
at home on the ironing board

The world has become as mad
as Napoleon in stiletto heels
cross-legged on the back
of a tortoise singing Hey Jude

(c) Copyright J S A Hayward 2016
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