#collie - Hello Poetry

The world turns on a Shepard’s staff. He, of whom the Shepard is, is a guide through the treachery and trickiness of the thick weeds. The foothills have been passed and the plains of this earth is now the marked destination to rest. We eat there. Beware the wolves The sheep have been calm this journey, and it’s lax for the collie, our animal ally. He is prepared at a beckoning and that is all that is required for herds safety. He comes and goes throughout the brush to scout and prepare reconnaissance. Again, a ally. The sun moves slowly and eventually rests past the horizon. Twilight and on a clear night, spreckels of stardust show their face over the herd and friendlies. The wolves do not bother the fire tonight. We rest with a relative ease. We wake and begin the day.

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Apr 7, 2018

Apr 7, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC

vierra

The Shepard of Sheep

The world turns on a Shepard’s staff. He, of whom the Shepard is, is a guide through the treachery and trickiness of the thick weeds. The foothills have been passed and the plains of this earth is now the marked destination to rest. We eat there. Beware the wolves The sheep have been calm this journey, and it’s lax for the collie, our animal ally. He is prepared at a beckoning and that is all that is required for herds safety. He comes and goes throughout the brush to scout and prepare reconnaissance. Again, a ally. The sun moves slowly and eventually rests past the horizon. Twilight and on a clear night, spreckels of stardust show their face over the herd and friendlies. The wolves do not bother the fire tonight. We rest with a relative ease. We wake and begin the day.

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I was sitting in my white room Sitting on top of the world Where there are no cares to implore Never worried about if there was more Touching monsters that are made to laugh Tasting colors , smelling every sound Bite the dog of realities hound All this in a way , without any Hell has come to claim it's fair game In the deserted cemeteries of the heart

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Mar 5, 2015

Mar 5, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC

South-by-Southwest

Deserted Cemeteries of the Heart

I was sitting in my white room Sitting on top of the world Where there are no cares to implore Never worried about if there was more Touching monsters that are made to laugh Tasting colors , smelling every sound Bite the dog of realities hound All this in a way , without any Hell has come to claim it's fair game In the deserted cemeteries of the heart

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On the road outside Of the fence The Border Collie hears The call of the Doggies On the inside Enclosed behind The wooden fence The Alaskan malamute The Drever, the Poodle Bustle the edge of the barrier Bark, bark, bark A cacophony Let us out Let us come with you Pledging to obey, The Collie On hind legs Of a towering stature Lifts a paw Finds the latch The gate creaks open Uncorking in celebration They run in gleeful circles Hounds to escape artists Unbound and free from tyranny Of a heartless master Marking their new territory Of tree trunks Sidewalks and fields Have you ever seen Such jubilation Mirth and gaiety Wagging their tails Like helicopter blades With gail force glee They take off Like upside down rain Up, up, up Every which way Friends forever Boundless canines In search of the next immured pooch who waits For the musketeers

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Jan 21, 2025

Jan 21, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC

Highwireart

Helicopter Blades

On the road outside Of the fence The Border Collie hears The call of the Doggies On the inside Enclosed behind The wooden fence The Alaskan malamute The Drever, the Poodle Bustle the edge of the barrier Bark, bark, bark A cacophony Let us out Let us come with you Pledging to obey, The Collie On hind legs Of a towering stature Lifts a paw Finds the latch The gate creaks open Uncorking in celebration They run in gleeful circles Hounds to escape artists Unbound and free from tyranny Of a heartless master Marking their new territory Of tree trunks Sidewalks and fields Have you ever seen Such jubilation Mirth and gaiety Wagging their tails Like helicopter blades With gail force glee They take off Like upside down rain Up, up, up Every which way Friends forever Boundless canines In search of the next immured pooch who waits For the musketeers

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