Saturday, December 11, 2010

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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"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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*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."