"waggers" poems - Hello Poetry

i keep peeking around these curling corners - dashing away from the finger-waggers who blink only when i'm not in this predicament when i'm not kissing the sides of this yellowing frame - still holding fast to that ensnared moment i've deemed too late to make unholy unabashed and tall in the courts of low-faced jurors who **** their teeth at my soiled apparel and glare down over horn-rimmed frames demeaning demeanors in mean-streak persons demand dumb perfection in too black tattered robes.

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Aug 14, 2011

Aug 14, 2011 at 1:48 AM UTC

elephants-and-coyotes

Pictures in the Dirt

i keep peeking around these curling corners - dashing away from the finger-waggers who blink only when i'm not in this predicament when i'm not kissing the sides of this yellowing frame - still holding fast to that ensnared moment i've deemed too late to make unholy unabashed and tall in the courts of low-faced jurors who **** their teeth at my soiled apparel and glare down over horn-rimmed frames demeaning demeanors in mean-streak persons demand dumb perfection in too black tattered robes.

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Dog Day I By Ra Sh Dogs make great lovers. They are tail waggers and flag wavers who never forget you. They always start from where they finished last restoring the session. Memories of love are imprinted on them like in flash sticks. They never fail you and are tireless and have yelping tongues that flare up to kiss your face unlike damp humans. Dogs don't **** A dog doesn't ride you unless you offer yourself to him. Most important, they hold you in a vice like two-hoots-for-the-world grip. When loving, they call out in ecstasy such endearing terms like oh my queen and oh my ***** Calling you even a **** sending you crashing over the precipice. And, in love throes, they send a knot deep into you, fulfilling you. And, if you send a knot deep into them, you are hooked for life, never to disentangle even when gods pelt stones.

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Oct 7, 2013

Oct 7, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC

ra-sh

Dog Day I

Dog Day I By Ra Sh Dogs make great lovers. They are tail waggers and flag wavers who never forget you. They always start from where they finished last restoring the session. Memories of love are imprinted on them like in flash sticks. They never fail you and are tireless and have yelping tongues that flare up to kiss your face unlike damp humans. Dogs don't **** A dog doesn't ride you unless you offer yourself to him. Most important, they hold you in a vice like two-hoots-for-the-world grip. When loving, they call out in ecstasy such endearing terms like oh my queen and oh my ***** Calling you even a **** sending you crashing over the precipice. And, in love throes, they send a knot deep into you, fulfilling you. And, if you send a knot deep into them, you are hooked for life, never to disentangle even when gods pelt stones.

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Show me your gods All fur, purr and bark Feather, skin, scale. Those demi beings that mark your heart and steal your soul. Those scraps of love That make hard days whole mornings bearable and nights A little less lonely, predictable or indeed a little less cold The bed hoggers, extra joggers The shoe chewers, the foremen the cuties, the mute beggers Soulful singers, paper bringers Howlers, growlers,meowers Chirpy talkers, hissers, water blissers, Princes waiting to be kissed sloppy drooly kissers, the sandpaper lickers The back leg kickers those who make biscuits those who sleep, like loaves of bread Tail waggers, live in baggers Perch dancers, walkies prancers **** machines, Catnip dreamers Redlight baskers Show me your gods.. be they small, large, short, tall Slim, plump, grim lumps Portly, courtly, royalty or hot fluffly messes Bring them out to parade with these god's a home is made and in these days dark and dreary We need these gods for when we become weary Of the world we've made We need somewhere to lay our hearts some thing that has a unlimited grab bag of fresh starts. These gods everyday the give you a bit of extra heart extra hope A reason to hang on to laugh to cry, to talk to sigh So show to me; your gods and say a prayer and thank the lord he made them with care.

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Jun 30, 2020

Jun 30, 2020 at 4:09 AM UTC

betterdays

The Big Parade

Show me your gods All fur, purr and bark Feather, skin, scale. Those demi beings that mark your heart and steal your soul. Those scraps of love That make hard days whole mornings bearable and nights A little less lonely, predictable or indeed a little less cold The bed hoggers, extra joggers The shoe chewers, the foremen the cuties, the mute beggers Soulful singers, paper bringers Howlers, growlers,meowers Chirpy talkers, hissers, water blissers, Princes waiting to be kissed sloppy drooly kissers, the sandpaper lickers The back leg kickers those who make biscuits those who sleep, like loaves of bread Tail waggers, live in baggers Perch dancers, walkies prancers **** machines, Catnip dreamers Redlight baskers Show me your gods.. be they small, large, short, tall Slim, plump, grim lumps Portly, courtly, royalty or hot fluffly messes Bring them out to parade with these god's a home is made and in these days dark and dreary We need these gods for when we become weary Of the world we've made We need somewhere to lay our hearts some thing that has a unlimited grab bag of fresh starts. These gods everyday the give you a bit of extra heart extra hope A reason to hang on to laugh to cry, to talk to sigh So show to me; your gods and say a prayer and thank the lord he made them with care.

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