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Zack Ripley Dec 2019
You live where you die 
and die where you live.
You give what you've got
When that's all you have to give.
Don't be afraid to feel like a star looks; so light, bright, high as a kite.
And remember if you feel someone's bite is worse than their bark, the bark is usually worse than the bite.
TS Ray Feb 2020
Reading some of my poetry, she said,
“Are you barking up the wrong tree?”
I knew what she meant,
for this art is not something I had learnt.

Tearing up a bark is easy,
matching words made me queasy.
I knew what she meant,
yet I was not ready to vent.

Dreaming is a daily ritual,
writing needs to flow as natural,
I knew what she meant,
yet I had a thoughtful bent.

I started to read more,
bark became paper to teach me some more,
I knew what she meant,
yes, a slight nudge from her has been god sent.
TS. 2020.  Wrote for the word "bark" as a prompt.
Tea Jan 2020
22:
Oh, tree...
Please listen to me?
You don't have to do anything...
Just listen as I sing...
I've no idea what I should do...
I can only talk to you...
I wonder if I can wrap my arms around your bark...
Maybe then I won't feel so dark?
If I take one of your leaves will you be hurt?
Will your roots dig deeper in the dirt?
Bhill Sep 2019
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 !

PANGOLIN MUSE!

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

Scales in

Four Five Six

Scales out

Seven Eight Nine

Curl up

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 ?

Eyes naked

Claws Naked.

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.
Bhill Jul 2019
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...?
Bhill Jul 2019
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.
Bhill Jun 2019
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
annh May 2019
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.’
- Pavana
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
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
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