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How many wonderful canine companions
have come through my life, I hesitate to count,
each one a dear friend that brightened my
daily existence, taught me lessons no human
could, faithfully loved me with committed
devotion and asked for so very little in return.
Yes, it is true, dogs are man's best friend.
As I near my own ending, reflection has become
a daily preoccupation. Of course, I miss and
lovingly remember my departed human family
members and work hard trying to recall their
human forms, all gone now for over fifty years,
I've mostly forgotten their voices, and their
features beyond old fading mostly black and
white photos. As I will forever honor their
memories, so do I cherish the memory of my
canine family members, there were seven in
all, I just counted them. Six Boxer dogs and
a big sweet giant Rottweiler, who looked
like he might eat your face, but instead
always preferred to lick it.
In our times,
no one wants
to be politically
incorrect.
"Let's not offend."
seems to be the
chant.
Nice little
sheep
that
stay
in line.
Simple smiles, and
polite applause,
but just
a smattering.
Agreement en masse.

Next time you see
this, look for the
return of public
hangings, the blotting
out of the sun, and the
death of art that is
forged from the
marrow of the spirit.
https://booksie.chainletter.io/i/thomaswcase888
Link to my recently published limited edition book, Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories.
fathers day is here mum said i had three
she didnt know there name only one belongs to me
i must be very lucky when one is dead and gone
i will have another one so i can just move on

one must be the real one.  of that there is no doubt
which of three it is oneday might find out
i will carry on just the way it is
maybe get to know the answer to my quiz

happy fathers day daddies
 Jun 2024 Whit Howland
Onoma
a brook lends the

smoke of:

Patchouli.

a sparrow soaks

like a piece of

bread.

irresponsive to

water.
I don't vacation
in Babylon anymore.
The ticket prices soared
and the trip
almost killed me.
Years of
debauchery weren't
good for the soul.

The only gold I
want now is the
autumn leaves and
the buttery summer corn,
and the shimmer on the
lake at sunset.

I'm getting older and
my heart is stronger.
It beats like a
childs, seeing
green for the first
time.
check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cONQtjbeEo8
Presence on the road
Headlight in observe
Destinations serve
Skillful hands of the Greyhound Bus Driver
Stretched out Hound dog trademark
Voice of the rolling maneuvering wheels
Onward and precise
Cutting through the times of fog
The Greyhound bus is more than a name and dog
A passenger’s friend
Enriching America within
The Greyhound bus showing the way
Travel in your getaway
Eye always on the road
Lean back and recline
We are all the Greyhound Bus timeline
Feel America up close and one’s dreams explored
Honor and privilege
The Greyhound bus leverage
Masterpiece and motor coach engineer
Each day a preserver
Sunrise to sunset always near
Symbolic
The Greyhound bus far and wide
Bus history with a provide
Travel with care
Eye on the people
Heartfelt love
The Greyhound bus like no other
The thought of a flying Dove
Vision and reflection
Precision
Everlasting approach
Yesterday’s inspiration
Tomorrow a reality
A Greyhound bus rolling in your way
Your chance and opportunity
The getaway
gk
george collects baby doll heads

my guestion to george,

do you cut the baby doll heads
off the dolls?
 May 2024 Whit Howland
Mike Adam
You dreamt
You Awoke
But your slumber
Tumbled into the Deep
Ocean where your
Delusion soaked
In Brine.

The Molten Core of your
Ambition
Melts and steams in a
Brevity of Being.

Goodnight sweet Fantastic

Allow the gentle Waves to
Waft you ashore
Fear ***** at
my spine, like
a leech,
slimy and black.

The crowds
laugh and imitate
each other.
No creativity,
only brutality.
Little lemmings.
They get raises and
promotions,
accolades in bunches.

Killers of the
dodo and the redwood.

They smile over
tea and the
bones of dead men.

Perfect in
their machine like
minds; immune to death,
like the quest for power.
Check out my you tube channel where I read from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_arvp3Q6C8c
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