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nadine shane Jun 2023
i love like a mangled dog,
rummaging through the grimiest corners
for some sort of semblance
of tranquility disguised as chaos

fangs constantly bared
but ceaselessly yearning
to be a subject of someone’s affection

tell me,
how do i stop loving like this?
contorted. star-eyed. gullible.

tell me,
how do i stop being loved
with anything but love?

until then,
i’ll still wait for you by the porch
tied on a leash too close to my pulse.

i’ll keep on waiting.
(when) are you coming back?
are you coming back?
Mark Wanless May 2023
i saw a dog in
my mind when i was seven
truth profound i saw
Leocardo Reis Apr 2023
A heaving dog struggles to its feet.
Streaks of
the sun,
egg yolk,
lemonade,
coalesce in foam.
I look it in the eye
as it limps away.
Mark Wanless Apr 2023
the dog ate some flesh
off my arm then killed the bear
okay i agree
Meandering Words Apr 2023
i usually try
to start work
at 09:00
but today
a streak of sun
across the middle
of the floor
was so appealing
i had to lie
stretched out
and splayed
in that pool
of warmth
within seconds
of being down
the dog nosed
at my ear
and slumped
at my side
his chin resting
on my arm
perhaps
seeking closeness
the comfort of
my presence
or maybe
simply protesting
a hint that he wished
to stretch out
where i was lay
as clouds crept
across the sky
to steal our sunlight
he shifted his weight
let out a deep-lunged sigh
but stayed at my side
Andy Chunn Mar 2023
All at once I understood
Because I heard the sound
Coming from the distant woods
Dogs yapping just like hounds

Endless barking on the path
Fearlessly chasing prey
Guided by no words or math
Howling to show the way

I could not help but wonder
Just how this chase would end
Keeping hope that no blunder
Listening with my friend

Mighty canines came in sight
Not one was resting still
One path only would be right
Perhaps their fate to seal

Quitting was not thought of now
Resting would not be sought
Simple instincts show us how
The troubled victim’s caught

Under thick, and captured quick
Victim of the tracking
Wounded dogs begin to lick
Xenial copse lacking

You know now the race is done
Zapped, resting in the sun
Abecedarian form
Mark Wanless Jan 2023
so the dog ate the
bone was a dog bone he ate
consume a dog bone
Zywa Dec 2022
The dog runs in, slips

on the linoleum floor --


and sniffs at my chair.
"Het Bureau - Plankton" ("The Office - Plankton", 1997, Han Voskuil)

Collection "Not too bad [1947-1973]"
120522

Nanginginig ka
Tila ba ayaw mo Akong pagmasdan.
Hindi ko mawari ang nasasakupan
Ng iyong isipan.

Sa aking paglapit
Ay kusa kitang hahagkan.
O, wag ka nang mangamba pa
Pagkat kirot ay pansamantala.

Baunin mo ang aking liham
Na iniukit ko sa’yong katauhan.
At wag **** isiping
Ang pait na iyong sinapit
Ay walang mabuting kapalit.

Magbilang ka ng mga araw pa
At ang nararanasan mo ngayon
Ay kusa mo nang maiintindihan ang dahilan.
Mamuhay ka ng may galak,
Mamuhay ka pagkat ako’y lilisan na.
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