What is a dogs life
Eating, pooping and barking
Waiting for you to arrive
Checking out the garbage cans
Hanging around on the couch
Sleeping, sleeping and sleeping
Asking you to please pet me
Can we go for a walk now
Answering the door with barks
A joyous FAMILY member
A beautiful soul
Dog backwards is God
Very appropriate name
Cherish your together time....!
Brian Hill - 2019 # 238
The memories that pets can give you are wonderful. Cherish them always!
Never ever call me that name again ever
Understood, poacher ?
You know ! This is one reason
I mark my territory,
I don’t give my flesh out easily
I have too much pain associated
With my birth name.
Write it down in capital letters
My name is PANGOLIN MUSE !
Want me to spell it for you ?
P – A – N – G – O – L – I – N M-U- S - E !
Stress on the first syllable just as mandolin, please !
That’ll be it for phonetics !
And don’t call me ever something else
whatever, will you ! I’m serious !
Weaned I am not yet !
Or I’ll Flame you with my stinky fluid,
Secretive scent from way over down there,
From my solitary underground burrows !
Or I’ll flame you with my sticky tongue,
Whoever you are
Under the bark !
Or I’ll flame you with eyes wide shut
You know I can hypnotize !
I’m no nocturnal Delicacy
I’m no red hot ant !
Wanna please me ?
You know what ?
Call me just Muse
And put yourself in position;
One Two Three
Four Five Six
Seven Eight Nine
Ten Eleven Twelve
Roll baby roll
Let do the ant and pangolin dance
Stick that tongue out
And try to reach the furthest you can
but first are you willing to hear that old lullaby ?
We have just started the initial steps.
Step one :
We are fully dressed still.
You’re the ant, I’m the pangolin, today !
Tomorrow, vice versa ! Or you’d rather try the contrary ?
Or you’d rather toss head and tails ?
On top or under the bark ?
Horizontal or vertical ?
Perpendicular or Parallel ?
We’re both the visitors of the same bark
Faraway Feathers of the same Wild Wordsmith
Who dreamt once ant and pangolin
So let’s start that ant and pangolin dance.
Now let me slide into you
Like a thirsty moon-mosquito
At the nape of your neck !
Or you’d rather have me
Dive into the very abyss of your niples ?
Let me soothe you softly with my wings of fire
Oh I’ve been yearning for so long
For those pomegranates of you
To quench my thirst
On those purple pillows.
It's too early to bark, I told my dog
The neighbors are sleeping, like a log
Let's not wake them up, for a little while yet
They like to sleep in, or did you forget
Sleeping in is a challenge, for some, but not all
I like to rise early to see that new ball
Colors of the morning are often, grandiose
If you sleep in you miss it, and I need that first dose
Brian Hill - 2019 # 186
Are you an early riser...?
Ode to Dogs...To Dylan
Playtime is what it sounds like
But the methods of play can change
Sometimes it's the ball, but oh my God
It's often, quite often, really strange
They run and run then plop on the ground
Panting away all their stress
They rise up and bark, then run some more
And that wears us out, I confess
How do they do it, I want to know
Stealing our hearts so complete
It's as if they know and require so little
And that fact, I know, is concrete
They sometimes require a patient hand
And sometimes that hand is stern
They learn so much and love so hard
What can we give back in return
All they do is love us,
And all they want is our joy
To know it is so simple,
Has to be some kind of ploy
Dogs are special, in all sorts of way
From service to the saving of lives
How could one such creature have all of these traits
And not even stop to think twice
To say your dog is family
Is always the way go
They come to our lives in so many ways
But leaving is harder you know
They do not fear much of anything
Except fireworks and thunder for sure
Death is not, something they fear
Because life to them is so pure
When it's time for them to leave us
And go over ”The Rainbow Bridge”
The fear of dying is not on their mind
It's the journey they take to the edge
Brian Hill - 2019 # 166
Dedicated to Dylan, (blue scarf) our 13 1/2 year old Goldlendoodle who went over the rainbow bridge today
1/31/2006 - 7/8/2019
It is so very hard to let them go.
Does your dog bark, ours sure do
They bark and bark then go find a shoe
They sleep all day in the cutest position
It’s hard to explain their crazy exhibition
What is it about them that steals your devotion
It’s the way they love, without thought or commotion
Time spent with dogs is certainly sublime
They make for a full life with love that is blind...
Brian Hill - 2019 # 157
Gotta love dogs
Our names carved,
With a rusty penknife,
Into the bark of a random tree;
Just words on paper, really,
From me to you; and you to me.
‘I have an entire forest living inside me and you have carved your initials into every tree.’
In the window
Waiting for her day
Wishing for someone to come soon
And take her home to stay
The room quiet and still
Sitting in the dark
Alone and always thinking
Of the leaves, the trees, the bark
Patience, faith and will
Day turns to night
Hope desire, strength
Darkness turns to light
I press my ear against her soft bark,
Damp and darkened by the cloud’s tears.
I hear an echo that envelopes my mind-
A familiar voice, without a face or a name- she is a vibration, she is a feeling.
Looking up, i watch her branches split the sky like an earth quake shattering the heavens.
Spanish moss drips down like solidified rain drops, frozen in time.
I sit upon her roots and dig my barren feet into the cool dirt
Amongst the acorns and shedding of her hair.
My nose is met with an earthly scent- a reminder to breathe.
This old tree watches lifetimes pass as the sun descends below the Earth, the moon rises into the ether, the stars wink at sleeping flowers, and the planets watch us dream.
I stay beside her until twilight cloaks the sky.
This old tree wears wisdom like a silken robe,
So beautiful in every crack and crevice of her body.
I count the stars with her until numbers turn to the sounds of beetle’s banter.
We all laugh together,
And fall asleep in the embrace of our coexistence.
Dogs have habits, you bet they do.
They run and play, then eat and poo.
They Sleep all day, zoom, zoom all night.
They bark and bark, at something in sight.
They wait at the window or wait by the door.
To say hello to their people with eyes we adore.
Let's go for walk, they seem to be saying.
Really, oh really, that's my kind of playing!
They love without boundaries, they give the same way.
They are really true family and never, never betray.
Without them we are lost, so much that it hurts.
Pay attention to their habits, life with them, JUST WORKS.
Brian Hill - 2019#42
Tucked between bark and the life blood of trees
Shrouded in shadows and leaves
Deep at the core of the heartstrings of woods
From magic and elmwood conceived
Living in silence but also in wood
Falling for none but the axe
Standing in stillness, her shroud is a cage
Her only consolements are tracks
She watches and wishes as travelers come
Hoping that one will commit
To chopping her life giving elm cage away
And helping her learn to forget
A man did just that in the forest one day
He swung and his axe whistled through
She fell to the ground and she tried to get up
But her elm cage had trapped her there too