How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Thank you Cynthia

Well, Gil you have a knack for storytelling. A surprise ending as well.

Good one Jackie Mead

Colin Clark. Haha. Cute

Glen Rudge. that is a great tribute to a dog. My favorite animal.

Hey, Spot

What a great tie you've got

And a fantastic view

Of your outside loo!

Do you believe what you see

A dog that's dressed to look like you and me

A dog that has such good taste

Surely has a talent that should not go to waste

Put him to work purchasing clothes for the local store

Give him maybe a week then solace he will begin to seek

He'll then know that it's not much fun being a workaholic human

He'll appreciate his life as it was before and beg to be given his bone and home

Back to running free not constrained begging to go out even in the rain

He will truly see that he's the Master and I'm just me

Yes, But I Love Him So Much

As I look back on all those years, some were good some were bad

When I met him I thought he was cute, I fell for him, and I was young and naïve back in those days

We dated and then married; all was good for a while, then he started to drink, at first just a little, but later he would drink and drink some more he drank until he was drunk

But we were still happy, I love him so much, then our life change

First come little Mary, then my son Fred, lastly there was Sally

That’s when things got really bad, but I still loved him so

Over the time he grew hostile, violent and abusive towards us, all the while drinking too much

It became very hard to please this man, but I still loved him so

He would hit me and our kids when he did not get his way, but I still love him so

Demanding and controlling became his way, but I still loved him so

I felt like I had a leash around me, under his thumb he kept me

Then one night after he hurt me so

It come to me in a dream, there was this magic potion this lady handed to me, she said put this in his drink

He drank the potion on the day we went to the ocean

There was a party at this place that overlooks the sea

He wore his best suit that day; it wasn’t until later after we left

That I notice the change, that potion turn him into a dog

Down on all fours he went, in his best suit

When I removed his suit I was surprise, my man was no longer a guy

I then whip out a leash and collar, for my new little girl

Then I took hold of the leash and I was firm; heal my little bitch is what I said as we headed for home

But alas, I woke up; but now I know what I must do

My life would not change until I took charge

When he was gone; I pack bags for me and the kids, I no longer will take this abuse, I may love him so, but not at this price

Through that door we walked, and never had a second thought to look back

Guildford H Windley

February 23, 2018



It's a dog eat dog world

And I'm about the business of

Barking and biting until I'm toothless

Anything to prove that I belong in this ruthless

Competition and believe me when I say

That's not just a depiction

I'll bury your winter bones in a hole

Big enough for the whole department

Then show back to work like what happened

Has departed from my recollection

If it's about a paycheck, I'll fetch it

Stay up right if you want to

You'll never catch this

Suit and tie maneuver, so it may behoove you

To get on all fours before that revolving door

Regulates you to chasing tails

And mailmans again

Dogs Dream Too..............His legs are moving in his sleep, I guess dogs dream too. Could it be a bad reaction, from eating my left shoe? As he whimpers, I watch and wonder, what kind of dream spell is he under. He's so much like me, my faithful Cur, but I won't let Him on, the furniture. So he sleeps on the floor, right at my feet, & I adore the women, He helps me meet. I won't live without Him, My four-legged friend, For This dog, Thank you Lord, Again & Again...glen rudge

that just doesn't suit you well

you should be suit free my pal

Please No Clothes For the Dog

No dogs on the beach you say?

Well, humans I will find a way.

I will not bark, I will not scratch,

But please no ball or I will catch.

Such a temptation would be great,

Even a frisbee throw would tempt fate.

Itchy collar, suit, dress shirt and tie,

Mama insists but I want to howl and cry.

Too hot for a dog how can a human survive,

Forget the beach we should take a drive.

I should eat the air with windows down,

And walk all paws on the ground.

I am a dog remove these clothes,

Let me sniff things with my nose.

I want to chase a squirrel, but I cannot move,

Maybe she should make a man out of you.

© Cynthia Clark

“Run with the big dogs,” she whispered into his right ear.

She offered her palm towards his, and continued to stroke her thumb across the slippery surface of his hand, now moistened from tears.

He was her husband, but in much recent years she couldn’t fathom how he could let his voice not ring out for others to hear,

How he much would rather spend Friday nights curled up by the fire with a withered hardback copy of Whitman than venturing into the city on a Friday night,

How his insecurities were undeniably visible and uncannily hard to fight.

He was an “underdog”, so to speak. A timid mind suited him well. Though, as he re-examined his suit and tie job, he couldn’t help but remember the dreams he had as a child that night.

Friday finish everyone runs for the early dash

the doors slam shut swing past one another whoosh whoosh

i wait in the corridor that was once hustle and bustle of rat race,

i look over my shoulder twice and swear i see a cats face

i wait back take my time one small ste at a time heading home

to the dog house.

You can do X this weekend , you can do that, i look over my shoulder

again and swear i see that cat. I pop in the pub for a swifty, just quickly,

On my way home to face work again,the yapping the snapping the breathing of the dragon.

I reach the front door not knowing how ,long heavy breathing acoiding the cars

stopping to relieve myself up a lampost is all i remember ,only because its cold and December,

The door opens wide my instincts kick in i see that damn cat hands on its hips looking grim,

i jump at its throat and shake it real hard its body goes limp no fighting back

I sit all the weekend just smiling and smug i never realised silence can be so good

got up

Monday morning and fastened my tie looked in the mirror with a glint in my eye

knowing when i get home i will be quiet and high .