Month: August 2014

A Day With Katie

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Mom hates my barking,
Even when morning is here.
So, I guess I’ll wake up Daddy,
Just put my tongue inside his ear.

Watching all my brothers
On an early morning stroll.
Hit them just bellow the ribcage,
And you can watch them roll.

Mom and Dad are out,
I’m now the Patrol Guy.
Nothing looks suspicious,
But these Kleenex have to die.

Daddy’s on a conference call,
Mommy reading her iPad.
I really need to visit the yard,
So I guess I’ll go get Dad.

Daddy rubbed my belly,
Mommy scratched my head.
The lights are turning out.
It’s time to go to bed.

Flower

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Editor’s Note: This was written during a series of puppy health crises in April, earlier this year. I almost deleted it when Flower rallied at that point, but sadly, I knew someday, I would need it. She crossed the bridge on August 13, 2014. 

A Rose had many children.
Four girls and a boy.
But she only had one Flower,
Who was her pride and joy.

Fifteen years later,
Her Flower is feeling old.
It’s finally changing from Winter,
But it’s still a little cold.

The air is filled with pollen,
All the birds begin to sing.
A sad thing to discover,
Sometimes Flowers die in Spring.

Summer in Dallas

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It’s summer in Dallas,
I’m melting inside.
It’s over 100,
There’s no place to hide.

It’s summer in Dallas,
Ice cream man with a scoop.
By the time you start eating,
It’s chocolate mint soup.

It’s summer in Dallas,
It’s too hot for clothes.
Either draw all the shutters,
Or give the neighbors a pose.

It’s summer in Dallas,
Stay off of the street.
We’ll head north to Plano,
To get out of the heat.

It’s summer in Dallas,
Sun’s burning my head.
It’s too hot for coffee,
So I’m staying in bed.

Freedom

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Guest post from @PsychoPupRocky

Racing around on Mom’s new floors.
It’s faster since there are no doors.

The dining room was out of bounds,
But now it’s part of our rounds.

I’m trying to hit a new max speed,
Since Katie’s always in the lead.

After days just sitting in my crate,
Freedom really does feel great.

Katie chasing Murphy and me,
Just be careful not to step in pee.

Forgotten

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I wonder what I had to say.
A clever thought, the other day.

I know it even had a rhyme.
I wonder what it was that time?

I should’ve made a note or two.
Since now I haven’t got a clue.

It is my one lost masterpiece.
It may have been on dogs or geese.

Geese?
It rhymed.

An Atheist Goes to Heaven

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I feel my eyes closing,
Dim goes the light.
It’s time to just fade
Quietly into the night.

The is the final step.
I will enter the Void.
My life is completed.
I’m slightly annoyed.

Inner peace and silence
Are all that I can sense.
Around me, nothingness,
Except a rather large fence.

It’s not really a fence,
It’s more like a big gate.
It’s painted pearly white.
So I’ll take the bait.

A robed guy is standing
With a halo and iPad.
He’s checking off names.
Each has a box: Good or Bad.

I’m not liking the looks of this.

My name was marked Good.
How in God’s name did that happen?
What happened to the Void?
In God’s name. Oops.

I was handed a white robe,
I’m heading off into the light.
I’m not annoyed that I was wrong,
But that my wife may have been right.

I’m not playing a damn harp.