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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.
Β© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
Ra Sh Oct 2013
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.
betterdays Jun 2020
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,
PrincesΒ Β 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.
These little(or not so little) beings that steal our hearts and rule our homes...have in this family at least, made life a little more bearable over the last couple of months
So lets celebrate them
Them what say there ain't room on the moon are just stick waggers
as the dark side's got the craters to bury 4.8 million **** Jaggers
He wouldn't hurt flies but he's not above those called tick draggers
He's beaten coke, horse & **** but for ***** he can't kick staggers
On ****** Halloween it's scarier to deny treats than to trick raggers
Bullyragged urbanites beware of gay, tobacco-chawin' hick naggers

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