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Shaun Yee Aug 2022
Wild canine species
Howling hard at night's full moon
A touch of horror
Shaun Yee Aug 2022
Lightning streaks up high
Electric bolts across the sky
A storm is brewing
Shaun Yee Aug 2022
Small flame flickering
On evening's dining table
Cute romantic touch
Shaun Yee Aug 2022
to whom it may concern

at night I go to bed I hope to find,
ways to leave any daily ills behind,
to just get a healthy refreshing rest,
and to wake up the next day feeling best,
so I can duly face my daily task,
and surely this is not too much to ask?
Shaun Yee Aug 2022
He had wandered into the jungle,  
And it was getting very late at night,  
He couldn’t find his way out again,  
And there was just nobody else in sight.  

“Oh no! I’m completely lost”, he thought
And quickly his panic started to rise,  
But he knew he had to keep quite calm,  
Or he would surely pay a deadly price.  

An hour later, having stumbled,  
Through thorns and bushes as he blindly trekked,  
He suddenly felt an eerie silence  
That made all the hair rise on his neck.  

It was then he saw the bright green light,  
Floating high in the tree tops on one side,  
Which seemed to beckon silently to him,  
While his mounting fear he tried to hide.  

The small light was shining steadily,    
and he felt a very strange calmness,  
spreading throughout his entire body  
and then he lost his fear of the darkness.  

Slowly the floating light moved on ahead,  
He followed it as if in a trance,    
And after some ten minutes had gone by  
He suddenly found a trail by chance.  

The green light kept guiding him forward,  
And the narrow path was getting smoother,  
Soon he was out and his sense of dread  
of being lost was gone altogether.  

He searched all over for the spirit glow,  
But the strange light was completely gone,
He was sound and safe and happy now,  
He felt as if a new life had been born.
A semi-factual poem in a Malaysian jungle
Shaun Yee Aug 2022
Bossy my owner calls me ****
but I wonder if he's just being funny
maybe it does suit me 'cause I'm so fit
anyway I have to get used to it

for really how can I protest
when my owner can't access
any doggy word I say ……
it's the same **** thing every day

you know, it's really not too good
when I can't be understood
but I ask of you, what can I do …….
when my owner doesn't have a clue

I'm a male dog of mixed breed,
Bossy loves me and that's all I need,
so now that you and I at last have met,
you'll want to know more about me I'll bet
Adventures of a dog named **** -  this poem is from my series of **** Dog (the dog's owner is called Bossy)
Shaun Yee Aug 2022
The lines appear on aging faces,  
Alongside corners of the mouth,  
And neck's skin follow the chickens',  
The skin gets more flabby further south.  

Growing fat appears externally,  
We try not to look in mirrors,  
The images may seem unkind,  
And many may give us the shivers.  

However we can always adjust,  
With healthy eating and exercise,  
To maintain our youthfulness,  
so our lives will be more precise.  

And we must always think young again,  
Thinking old  we surely must abstain.
challenging advancing age
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