"yappy" poems
Does anyone here know of a canine murderer?
As I urgently need someone to bash the living **** out of
My fat ugly neighbour's disgusting Yorkshire terrier.
Oh Holy God, How I want the little ******* mutt to suffer.
I’d love to see it choking and coughing its head off;
Yorkshire terriers are the most repulsive things since sliced bread,
Yappy, repellent smelly little ***** of malevolent fur.
They only appeal when wriggling feebly at a rope’s end.
Woof! Woof! Woof! Gurgle! Gurgle!
Silence.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
I wanted to write a poem
about the incessant discomfort
I always feel in my left eye
whenever my contact lenses
become old and dry
I thought about how it tickles
but scratches at the same time
and starts off alright
just a minor annoyance
but quickly, overtime
becomes almost unbearable
like my pre-school bully himself
is folding down one of my eyelashes
just enough for it to poke me
at the slightest movement
then I thought about how
I'd sooner write a poem about my life
and how it started out equally alright
and quickly, overtime became almost unbearable
as if my pre-school bully didn't do it right
so I found him in his adult life many years later
wife, two kids and a mortgage
yappy staffy-cross, two cars
and an alright job as a graphic designer
his garden full of gorgeous flowerbeds,
a full head of hair and a fading right hook
"MAKE ME FEEL **** LIKE YOU DID THEN."
a puzzled look on his face,
garden hose flooding his drive and the yappy
staffy-cross still yapping away
at the living room window
"I'M DEAD SERIOUS ANDREW,
NOTHING HURTS LIKE IT USED TO."
so he called the police
and I never got to feel young again
unless you count scurrying away from
a council estate under the threat of
a poor meal at Parkside police station
the rekindling of my youth
so this is my infomercial poem
about how not to confront someone
always be fully clothed
that's very important
avoid being drunk
any mind altering substance
is best avoided in my opinion
remember just because you care
just because you remember
does not mean anyone else does
oh and
don't eyeball craft beer when
you still have your contacts in
you know what?
-just don't eyeball craft beer
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 6:02 PM UTC
I'll get me a yappy dog
A small one
Scrappy.
He'll screech and holler
Like a rat lost in the dark
Oh how it'd be
To bear such a mark.
I'll get me a mousey dog
A youngish one
Mousey.
She'll annoy me in the mornin'
Evenin'
Night
Back to the height of the sun.
She'll tap and scrap till...
I can't take it anymore...
Maybe I'll get a biggun one
It'll protect me
Like a gun
She'll keep watch
While I be sleepin'
Till they put out some food
And continue on creepin...
Well maybe a medium one
Crazy as can be
Runnin' out in the mornin' sun
He'll play catch and give chase
Run with the pack
Cageless and free
Until I bring it inside...
Well, now it's gone to ***
On the carpet...
Doggon it
Maybe I'll throw out that dish
Send 'em back to the homestead
Perhaps get a fish instead...
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
You existed; lived simply to love me
At least that’s the way I thought
Until the ghost of you no longer see
Made bereft and left me overwrought
I thought I was all that mattered
Was your centre; your whole life
Your own hopes and dreams shattered
When you became my wife
You did your job. You kept me happy
Catered and bowed to all my needs
But me like a greedy puppy. Yappy
Selfishly caused your soul to bleed
The more you seemed to do and give
The more I grappled to take
The fact you had lost the will to live
My selfish brain no dent did make
I thought you were just bluffing
You couldn’t be so depressed
So lazily I carried on; did nothing
Broke you down in final test
They said they found your little car
Your licence cards, and keys
Angry engine humming. Doors ajar
At the docks down by the quays
Of you they said they found no trace
The currents there were stronger
You would wash up in some other place
They would find you. Just takes longer
Months have gone by but still no you
Has washed up. The police have said
The protocol. What they now must do
Is officially declare you dead!
She couldn’t handle it any more
Suicide; she took her own life
Her husband killed her to the core
Destroyed this doormat wife
So now I wallow in my guilt
Too little too late; now realising
The man she nurtured. Fed, and built
She killed herself despising
She has gone…….
In a cottage garden in Bordeaux
A lady sits smiling; quietly contented
Tragic suicide. Drowning. NO! All faux
Make escape her living hell tormented
She’s glad she saved that money
Stayed strong when life hit the buffers
Gorge on new life sweet as honey
While her hoggish husband suffers
©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
When you’re feeling melancholy,
take the bus down the road.
Smile at the driver,
look out the window.
Give your seat to Mrs Shay,
She’s always loaded with grocery bags
and you’ll see Yappy,
the spaniel, if it’s a Saturday.
Greet the family going to church
Mary and Elizabeth all knitted out in their Sunday best;
Smile reassuringly at the college kid, who’s sitting for a test.
Ah! There you are! My stop’s not too far, was it?
But you’re no longer feeling melancholy now;
Don’t forget to visit!
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
you're yappy
as a drooling
sack of dogs
and as happy
as a vietnam
bombing.
you're ******
as downtown
new orleans
pretentious
as banksy
unlikeable
as amy schumer
worn and round
as a linkin
park CD
and yet
you're lovely as
a dumb *****
could be.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
open the door
come out some more
you're too much a bore
just sit on your floor
the grimy-ass woodwork
washed out with splinters
the ***** **** carpet
your social skills hindered
i'm sorry that i couldn't be happy
i'm sorry my life was so ******
i'm sorry i became so sappy
i'm sorry my text posts got so yappy
so write your last words down on my arm
i'll try to choke down my talk of harm
we'll forget this partnership ever took place
the echoes and traces gone of my face
hello old drama
i'll see you tomorrow
there will be no contact
just second-hand feedback
together we could dive into
each others ****** up souls but you
got scared or maybe i don't know
for some reason you just had to go
all that remains is lost intentions
and i will still cringe when your name she mentions
the pages are torn and you took them with you
i'll drift away with nothing, not a clue
my palms are clammy
the car isn't starting
sit on the side of
the highway, eyes darting
guess there won't be more downtime
i can learn to look on the bright side
you saved me a **** ton of gas money
so i'll just leave and say "thanks, honey"
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
"The days your awake are the nights I’m a sleep.
Two different worlds with conversations I keep.
Best friends so we say at least for today
Hope the connection does not fade away.
We’re the same in some sorts and different in others,
some we have sisters some we have brothers.
So let this be a reminder that you make me happy,
on the days I feel sad and the days I feel yappy.
So Tomorrow we’ll talk,
and take pictures as we walk.
But all will be finished when Three strikes o’clock."
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
color the world
with shiny scarves
fluttering in the wind
as we chase the bus
leaving the stop too soon
pigeons exploding
in the sky
in a swirld of white
and grey
and the sun
beating on us
with his tongue
lolling out
like a yappy little dog
I think we should
chase it
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
Last dew glimmers on grass
and gives in, winking off til tomorrow:
there’s no shame yielding to this sun
Rugged boots on
hiding flesh and bone that still shakes
a little
I step forth onto schizophrenic paths
that for now are solid
Today, the verge incense sways and envelops,
intoxicating, masking the usual decay
and loss
enabling a contemplation
that holds til yappy pups cut it,
angry that no one made them bigger
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 6:34 AM UTC
.sometimes you... just have to listen certain songs, for the giggles, and the Mutley sniggers to boot; you just have to; there are all kinds outlet down all kinds of avenues; life, has to, look, this, way; me expressing the following: a large number of people do know how to drive a car, but have no idea how to ride a horse... watch them... they'll be a-trying to confuse riding a great Dane... or an Irish wolfhound... did you know, that... wolves have no knowledge of barking? they howl, they growl, they snarl... but wolves do not bark! yappy-yappy... little domesticated dogs bark... but what do large domesticated canines do? bite.
well...
i don't have a driving
license for a car...
but i know how
to ride a horse...
ensuring i know
how to make
a horse turn left,
or turn right,
or gallop...
how's that?
**** the driving license...
i can, ride, a...
horse!
boom... erotica
shaggy: mr. fart-tastic!
****
this self-deprecating
humor is hitting
the zenith point...
while the English-speaking
crowd are hitting
the: ridiculing the other
nadir.
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
*Finally I am over her at last.
She is melting like a
half forgotten tune.
No longer my ex beloved.
Now fading into old memories
I packaged all her
things she left here,
It's in my storage area.
Fitting into a
single cardboard box
Can you believe that?
I have purged her from
My favorite bar Finnegans.
Now reclaimed I stop
On my way home
from work for
a beer and wings.
Occasionally I forget
she's not with me and
Wait in the car for her
To bare her teeth and
ask if she had
chicken stuck in them.
But it passes.
I get miffed when I
Come across her
lipstick tube in my glove box.
Or a single woolen glove
of hers in my
winter coat pocket.
Yesterday I found a kibble
Under the sofa
from her yappy little dog.
I had my place manicured
by the cleaning lady.
Muttering to her
about bugs and mice.
But what I think that I
was really cleaning
Were old pieces of her
she had left scattered
about in my heart.*
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC
#*Balmy warmth
under, jungle mist--
Fern-leaf canopies make such delightful
little playgrounds
Sustenance;
Providence--
(a photosynthetic, umbrella-like, love-covering rinse.)
A never-ending, ever-protective love-hovering:
(from all sunlit days; since.)
Joyous, little hatchlings
warm; little hatchlings
Sleepy little, deeply loved,
fully heart-lit, little: stylin'//smilin'
squiggling little,
giggling little,
Spongebob-pajama-clad..
God-bless-Mommy
(and also, please, too~ Dad)
happy little, yappy little,
roly-poly, little..
fully Holy, little
tootlebutt-laughing little..
. . . .
And now, smiley-faced as they sleep--
peacefully snoozing..
funny-smelling little hatchlings.*
:)
#
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 9:40 PM UTC
I feel lonely
So lonely
No love
Never loved
So lonely
So cold
So loved
So warm
Yet, I hurt
Yet, I smile
What is this?
Where is this?
Lost in myself and yet completely aware of my being
Constantly lost without a problem deemed
Just lonely
Looking for love
Just lonely
Wishing that I was loved
If I go, will I be loved?
If I stay, will I find love?
So lonely
So cold
So loved
So warm
Just leave me alone
But, please, never go
Just please, leave me alone
Just please, help me
Just please, ...love me
So lonely
So warm in its embrace
So lonely
So lost without a trace
My emo moment lasting longer than expected
To people dealing with this, you are much respected
Still lonely
But a little happier
Still happy
But just a little bit lonelier :')
Good music playing, washing all my worries away
"What was I worried for anyway?"
Still lonely but still happy
Don't me today, just a bit yappy.
Don't me, just happy
Don't mind me, just a bit yappy :-D
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 9:10 PM UTC
the smell of boy
the faint smell of perfume
a crazy cat and a yappy dog
***** clothes litter the floor
the television constantly displaying some sort of video game
and a beautiful boy
with the most astonishing hazel eyes lying in bed next to me
this is happiness, this is home
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
All I know these days is fear.
Anxiety nags at me.
A woeful sigh escapes from my lips as i wistfully recall the moment of tranquillity that I didn't appreciate for its actual worth.
I am not smitten by love, rather made petulant by it.
I am not drawn towards emotion, rather appaled by it.
I feel too much and think even more.
I need to cool off and sleep some more.
Finally understanding insomnia, gripped by tears and ripped by pity I am smoldered by my inability to cope.
Complacency would have been bliss but I chose curiosity.
When everyone said up, I chose to dig down; went left when the crowd pointed to right.
I dared and i dread.
I complied and then complained.
I consoled and then cried.
And while the world slept, I stayed up and questioned.
When they answered, I refused to understand.
When they chose arrogance, I followed chaos.
And when things turned worse, I could do nothing but curse.
And curse I will, for miserable or happy, I've come too far to be yappy and turn back.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
LEAVING
I scrape my shadow
off of the wall.
.
Fold and re-fold it.
Pack it neatly in
a tiny suitcase.
More a hold all.
All that's left is
a slight stain
on some wallpaper
roses.
Already fading.
A scrap of sunlight
chases itself
like an annoying
yappy dog.
A broken bit of glass
sticks in my toe.
I peel my reflection
from the full length mirror.
It is like trying to
grapple water.
It comes unstuck
lifts off with a slight gasp.
I funnel it into
a minature
empty shampoo bottle
250 mls.
Outside a taxi
honks its horn.
Its sound invades
the silence
of this box
like room.
Four wall that
( even now )
fail to recognise me.
"Where to mate?"
asks the driver.
I look at his photo
!.D.
"A. Death."
it reads
as if this was some kind
of surreal joke.
"Anywhere and nowhere."
I answer.
"Anywhere and nowhere."
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC