by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories:
grief, imagery, loss, love, metaphor, water,
I wrap the darkness 'round me like a quilt
As questions bay like hounds at my belief
And tho' the tears are poison, dearly spilt
Those e'er still waters ripple with my grief
While love is lost to time, the coldest thief.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Prompt- English Quintain Imagery" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
by J. Summers |
Categories:
murder, suicide,
Out there on the edge of town
Lies a crumbling railroad track.
I set my feet to running,
Too late for turning back.
I left my love behind me
in an irrigation ditch,
I caught her with another man
So I up and shot the witch.
Now the hounds are chasing me,
My race is nearly run,
With nowhere left for me to go
I slowly pull my gun.
The barrel is cold against my head,
Eternity is near.
There’s just the sound of thunder
Exploding in my ear.
by Anna Nomaly |
Categories:
animal, dog, funny, funny love, kiss, romance,
The hounds hungered but the queen wanted to bed
So she told the kind “the dogs need be fed!”
Rather than attending to this business
The king was caught with a mistress!
So the queen yelled “OFF WITH HIS HEAD!”
The jester soon entered (who had witnessed the smooches)
and said "such strange hairy lady! How she shuffles and scooches!
If I were to critique
with that grotesque physique
The king must have mistook her for one of the pooches!”
by Arra Black |
Categories:
dark, death, dream, fear, children, may,
You may cry
And the dead may rise
But my love for you
Can never die
The birds stopped singing
The river stopped running
All I hear
Is the little children burning
How is it?
When the nights goes by
They all sing
They all cry
I hold my hand out
For you to take
But all you do
Is make it break
My eyes are bleeding out
My tears are going dry
You beat me
Till I die
My lips are trembling
I can not breathe
I’m going blind
Can not see
The hounds are howling
The children screaming
It’s a nightmare
Everyone is pleading
It’s time to wake up
But Death is with you
Will you survive?
Or does Freddy have you?
by Sophia Valentina |
Categories:
drink,
As I walk into this den of lions,
hungry whores and liars lying,
green light shines upon my talons,
and I am where my kind belongs
For none can break this tie that binds us;
wicked, wretched weave inside us;
living, breathing, breeding virus,
and I am right within the wrong.
The Sirens sound, the dark surrounds me,
Hounds of Hell, they maul and mount me.
Devils pour the whiskey down me,
drown me in their emerald sin.
Yet when I wake alone tomorrow,
poisoned by regret and sorrow,
deep in debt; no love to borrow,
it’s off to Hell I’m bound again.
(...about a bar)
by Frances King |
Categories:
animals, children, funny
The Urban Fox has come to town …
Back gardens now he roams.
Away from fools in scarlet coats,
He’s feeling right at home!
(Here in England, fox-hunters wear red - or "pink!" coats and chase the fox on horses, with a
pack of hounds. Hunting with hounds is now illegal, but most of the foxes have moved away
from the country into the towns. They love McDonald's ...)
Cosmopolitan is a man about Town.
by Rockman Pritts |
Categories:
peace,
Burning embers in the night
Smoke is rising slow
Encasing me in warm delight
Creating mental glow
I close my eyes and listen to
The evenings soothing sounds
Like crickets chirps, the tree frogs peeps
And distant barking hounds
I languish in the darkness
Like the moon and stars above
I'm now at rest and I attest
That this is what I love
There's nothing so embracing
As a peaceful night alone
Sitting by the fireside
Behind my happy home
Rockman :-)
by Don Johnson |
Categories:
adventure,
Paula Swanson
Contest Name
Unleash
Unleash the hounds
Unleash the hounds, said Jones and frowned,
His wife was then escaping,
Running off with grandpa Joesy Brown,
And his bloody teeth were shaking,
Sprang in the swamp a Croc. did chomp,
I’ll talk about it later,
Jonesy’s wife, was on for a romp,
Was she a hot potater?
Toothless now the Croc. said “how.
Will I be masticating,
Tin leg bunged up me teeth for chow,
Me union rep. is waiting,”
On bended knee, Jones saw she,
An he started wailing,
She put him out of misery ,
Great love, sure is unfailing.
by Darian Brown |
Categories:
lovelove,
Me and you, both us, took flight with no wings in sight
Let’s go to cupid’s party, I got an invite
It’s gonna be crunk, it’s gonna be hype,
Let’s make forever… last tonight
This love has no wrong turns, everything is right
I have dark days, you are my light
We fly together, so let’s take flight
We up in the air; are we coming down? Nope!
So with my heart, you have the crown
I can kiss you loud, but make no sound
Whenever we bark, I guess we’re barking hounds
I have nowhere to go, your love surround
What goes around, I guess comes around
We twinkle brighter, than downtown
Who love better? No one, just look around
We’re soaring up, and no eyeing down
by Mariana Pavlich |
Categories:
family, love, passion, people,
Deeply etched crystal doors
Stone arched mansion corridors
Family members country estates
Hounds skittering on marble slate
Clinging intoxicating rose perfume
Stirringly beautiful graceful redhead
Read invitation wide eyes little smile
by Sander Wolff |
Categories:
fantasy, funny, introspection, love, me,
Things slip away.
Obeying laws of
cause and affectation,
diction pictures words
as sounds.
Hounds bay at lunatics.
Sticks and bones
fillet my stones.
Millet and rye
make me cry.
Ground beneath my feet,
a swaying beat
repeats
repeats
depletes me of my
funky mood.
Shall we dance?
by Fatima Bhopali |
Categories:
hope, lost love, sad, i love you,
When I look into the past
the only thing that hounds
is that you cheated me in love
and someone new you found
Cursing my luck throughout
why did we ever meet
now causing ways of pain
are memories so sweet
Blessed are the ones who find
their soul mate in their lives.
to live alone is like a curse
all I need is you to jive
Come back in to my life
I know you never will
hope so much, so hard
because I love you still…
Wednesday, January 30, 2008.
by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories:
poetess, tribute, woman, writing,
Something about Mary (Oliver)
Where is Mary Oliver ?
I heard she moved away
Somewhere, I think, she'll put in ink
Those thoughts, she thinks today
And wraps me warm with poetry
That keeps the hounds at bay
Where is Mary Oliver
In my home State she dwells
Upon the coast, I love the most
I hope she does as well
And puts this paradise to words
I'm sure, that time will tell ?
Where is Mary Oliver ?
I've found Her in a book
It wasn't long and called 'Dog Songs'
T'was really worth the look
Now, I can stopped searching
For, she's right hear in my Nook
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
appreciation, blessing, drug, longing, love, tribute, uplifting,
A tribute to the amphetamine of day
Caffeine in all its glorious forms
It’s legal it’s potent
Nobody hounds you
Scrutinizing your intake
Be it social or on your own time
Beyond espresso and the americano
My ultimate favorite being
Chocolate covered coffee beans
I can’t get enough
I love the jolt they give
Throughout the day
In addition to boosting energy
And stimulating metabolism
Caffeine reigns as a top effective pain killer
And that’s the story I’m sticking to
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAFFEINE INFUSION~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on April 13, 2019 for contest YOUR AMPHETAMINE sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSIN
by Jean Murray |
Categories:
boyfriend, character, desire,
Fionn Mac Cumhaill I was a fool
to let go of you it sounds.
All because your hairy hounds
kept soiling my house and grounds.
For certain I'm sure I'll never find a
Godlike man such as you again.
I miss kissing, your muscles rippling,
fair hair glistening, what a mane.
I was insane, I admit it now.
Please take me back, to you I bow.
Suck you salmon thumb and see
you will always belong to me.
Fionn my warrior, my lover, my man.
I'll get you back, I must, I can.
Our bed is cold, don't be so bold.
Return, I promise not to scold.
by John Scott |
Categories:
best friend,
Old dogs will not learn new tricks
Young dogs love to play heads and tails and chase after sticks
Give a dog a bad name
Hi meet my new puppy, I called him Saddam Hussain
Your the man now dog
You son of a *****, thats rich
Every dog has his day
Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, fido, saturday, sunday
Alpha male
Beta *****
Running with both hounds and hares
Cant make his mind up if he is a dog, who cares
A not unblack dog was chasing a not unsmall rabbit across a not ungreen field
Meanwhile the white dog ran after a hare through the rape seed
Meaner than a junk yard dog
$50.00 for an old fender
Hair of the dog
Too much grog
Go see a man about a dog
Go get some more grog
by Faith Elizabeth Brigham |
Categories:
conflict, relationship, sad love,
i'll still smell the roses
so precious and sweet
the scented pine needles
as they hang from the trees
i'll still hear the lonely hounds
at night as they bay
see the sky far above me
be it blue or at times gray
then someone someday
will mention your name
and i'll feel regret in my veins
for in my heart your love remains
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
snow,
I love the snow grandma said with feeling.
It makes me happy said her grandson, Greeling.
The more it fell, the happier they became.
Cocoa! Said grandma. Greeling yelped “Monopoly game!”
School was cancelled, so they stayed inside cozy and fine.
Park Place and Boardwalk gave grandma a really hard time.
Greeling was winning by giant leaps and bounds.
I hope the snow never stops! Said grandma, who owned two hounds.
by Tony Bush |
Categories:
lost love,
Creations I built around your axis,
Skilled with ideational praxis,
Given up like snake-eyed dice,
Sincerely proffered sacrifice.
Tendered freely, fuelled the fire,
Gasoline infused desire,
Whoosh and crump of my damnation
Redeemed by paper masque salvation.
My living blood I would surrender,
Blind crusader, true defender,
Eyes put out by poker vision,
Gouged to death by sweet precision.
Your loosing hounds when all was done,
I tear to shreds, the end begun,
Dragging down, in silence bow,
For all is nothing to you now.
The pain of your dissemination,
Your character assassination,
True but sort of sad somehow,
My all is nothing to you now.
by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories:
dark, heartbroken, , black love,
The monster sleeps
Release the kracken
A ogre from down deep
Straight from hell
A parting of the waves
Destroying all emotions
With a rage filled hate
an almighty roar escapes
Black loveless heart
parting of our ways
One look
from you
Stone cold ice breaks
Killing me cruelly
without thought
My warm heart bleeds
The kracken's way
turning cold loveless
Making a stone
of your heart
Leave it buried
in the deep
Like the hounds of hell
Chained to a bottomless pit
Locked in the deepest depths
In the chambers
of your heart
Only then
love will shine freely
by Zhian Mostofi |
Categories:
life
Reflection is music in spirit
Deception is gratification through
ignorance;
Decisions cover the wallpaper on the
walls and furniture of
This stage we as actors play to these
cosmic gapping wormholes;
Hope steering louder than the hounds
camping out on the shoulders;
All ends in silence, and so gracefully
repainting the road back home
Saddled on the ears of angels,
Playing the lead role,
Carrying hope through a restless letterbox
Writing the story of love as it goes
Shore to shore
Ocean to Ocean,
Underwater yet out in the open
Swimming with the tides as God exhales
them
Breath within, without one cannot go
longer
This...
IS...
IT !!
by Debasish Datta |
Categories:
love
How were you at six years old,
Pigtailed, jumping down the stairs,
Or further, at a sombre seven
Disdaining play at hounds and hares
How at ten you sang to sleep
Toddler siblings two and three,
Ran home having won a prize
For racing at the school soiree
How at nine you sang to guests
And, applauded, blushed rose red
How, still at eight you feared the dark,
Took your Chinese doll to bed
I saw a photo, at seven or eight
Silent, sweet, pretty and fair
A small and loving kindly face,
Long white frock and lovely hair
by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories:
god, heart, hope, love, truth,
I would rather be left alone,
For no Love hath sprout, nor hither grown
From a crumbled Heart, once hard as stone
What shall I reap from these seeds I've sown?
From these hounds I cannot escape,
And I've not been hopeful, not as of late
The Truth will come, but I must wait
For the Will of God or Force of Fate
*This piece is very trite and encompasses most of my usual cliche's. Not really sure why I am posting it; I suppose I hope someone can relate. If you've read my other pieces, this one is really no different. I fear I am getting monotonous.
by Jeremy Street |
Categories:
autumn, love,
Standing atop their rugged cliffs these rocks..
Mono y mono; his hounds from hell, begin to wail
Haunting notes time's tomb she knows; asunder screams
Receding dreams lapping at love's surf prophetic nights: pale the horse
Venire facias, mounting dunes to douse their flames his doughboy's gates elixir
Mirrors belief Diana sleeps her banshee wakes ? Lucidian moths, within gypsy circles....
Conjuring an accord Haley's comet vehement, your dreamscapes gaze; Uranus gales, face to face.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
dog,
Pups followed her home from this place and that.
She had bulldogs, basset hounds, and puppies so fat.
They followed her inside and lay down on her bed.
The mattress was cozy underneath each little head.
Her almost suiters were astounded to see the scene.
They said, “This is ridiculous!” One sounded quite mean.
You do not understand, she said. Here, I am the queen.
And my love for dogs and puppies is immensely keen.