Whirligig Poem -- Old dogs

Old dogs and old tricks

 

searching my soul today, finding pups of all sorts

impotent hounds trying to make love with their kin

molesting is too good a word for their antics  

nightmares come forth easily for their prey, sic em

cheesy they try to be, dog full of baloney

 

moonlight softens making pale light for hounds in love

Bright enough, it siluettes lightning bugs for jars

Bitches safe but scared bejeebies, their short hair curls

 

sun will shine in the morning, new or tired is all

The naughty dogs will come home to eat and to rest

calm is a word some don't know.  Fed, they'll go again

 

aubades for the ladies, know not old suitors safe

 

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THIS WEEK'S TWELVE WORDS come from "The Ancestors Explain How Envy Grew" by Afaa Michael Weaver: 

searching, impotent, molest, nightmares, cheese, moonlight, jars, curl, sun, dogs, calm, aubades*

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Photo and Poem Copyright © 2015 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor  and the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden,
 for her The Tuesday Platform

*aubades: "... love poems or songs welcoming or lamenting the arrival of the dawn. The form originated in medieval France. See John Donne’s “The Sun Rising” and Louise Bogan’s “Leave-Taking.” Browse more aubade poems."
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/learning/glossary-term/aubade
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