"shep" poems
bases on the character Blanche DuBois from Streetcar Named Desire a play by Tennassee Williams
Crushed white satin
Hot baths on warm days
Polka music makes me sway
That young man I wish had stayed
Light dances around me
Never daring a touch
Here in the lantern light
All a lady has is her looks
Stranger Stranger everywhere
Darkness always a little too near
Shep oh Shep where are you dear?
"I don't know you" please get off
For star and the common pig
I leave no words of fancy
For now I sit with pen an paper
In the light of a padded room
and the piano was still slow and blue
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
Memories of my beautiful Summer
walks down Blendennis lane with
my Mother Brug, Aunts Kate and Maggie
and my beloved sheepdog Shep.
The smell of the new mown hay
cornfields reaching maturity,
the whiff of wildflowers and heather everywhere,
breathtaking on a late summers evening.
Never to be experienced, anywhere in the World
Those were the bygone days, past the bog of bulrushes,
the cattle chewing their cuds in the fields beyond.
I wish my Shep could race and meet me now
like he did on my way home from school
when I appeared at the white spot in the Lane.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
The drone swept silent
between the maple tree
and the shed
zapped my dog Shep
with an electric bolt
that vaporized him instantly
while Mr. Stone next door laughed
I told you, Hoffman
to shut that **** dog up
just as my drone
launched a fire grenade
up the exhaust pipe
of his new Lexus
yet somewhere
in the akashic record
of my sweet country
a muleteer helps
pull his neighbor’s wagon
out of the mud
that follows
a torrential rain
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 6:06 AM UTC
I walk more slowly now.
The miles are longer than they used to be.
I know where I want to go,
but now I forget to turn left and turn right.
Here comes a pretty woman.
I say hello as she passes,
but I hear nothing.
I saw her, but I guess she didn't see me.
I walk by trees and flowers
that used to be green and red
and yellow, but now are grey.
I need to get my glasses fixed,
but I cannot find them.
I miss Shep, my dearest friend ever.
I hear him barking,
but he died a year ago.
I walk more slowly now.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Sep 25, 2022
Sep 25, 2022 at 11:53 PM UTC
there was a german dog a little geman shep
he like lots off action a proper johnny depp
he would guard his home patrol all round the ground
ears they went up at any little sound
one night on patrol he heard a funny sound
ready for some action he took a look around
then he saw a burgler trying to break in
he never saw the dog he never noticed him
the dog he started barking he began to run'
now it was the time for some action fun
the little dog was brave he began his chase
running very fast with his guard dog pace
jumping over hedges sniffing out his trail
picking up the scent as he wagged his tail
the little dog he caught him he had saved the day
a little action hero with action all the way
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
I wish I could be humble like you do... You can even tare an orange in two... You always share things even when you don't have to . I always sleep with the lights on wishing someday you'll come home. Days go by so fast I'm forgetting to paint a picture of memories faded,so long almost unknown. You're from a place where the sun shines, scattered sands we run, we could of had a good time. Sky so blue mountains reflect orange from a sun set, telling a story of how the day smiled...on the stoop at dawnville on the stoop we would of drank wine. I wish I had a smile like yours,even when it's tough you sing a song and everything's fine. So cool , you even made me blue, Shep the dog,sheedy and sharp... Over cooked greens,fish fingers aren't made out of carp. Well mom, I really miss you , I just wish I had the chance to say thank you and kiss you!
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC