Another Thingy

"Another Thingy"

By Cole (dog)

Found this thingy
On the road
It was flat
Coulda been a toad

Snatched it up
Chewed real fast
Nothing that good
Could get on past

Donna, my Momma
Was on her phone
This Thingy is good
Now Thingy is gone

On the Road

Doggy Poem by Cole

"On The Road"

It's on the road
I know it's there
Can't wait to lick
It has some hair

You walk so slow
I pull on the rope
Walk faster dummy
Still there is my hope

I smell it ahead
My tongue twirls round
Can't wait to lick
That thingy on the ground

I smell where it was
Some nerd beat me to it
You walk so Damned slow
You need four legs, two don't do it

Cole

WallStreet

Poem ...

Wall Street

Soon the skies
filled with suits and ties
Will end that made up glut
Of Wall Street lies

Sell the stock
Fool the flock
When they sell
Watch the clock

When bottomed out
Deliver that shout
Buy baby, buy
That's what it's about

Inside Trade
Got it made
The ruse keeps on
New money is weighed

Rabid Poet

End of the Circle

End of the Circle

End of the Circle
Song without a song
Fleeing from this moment
Never seeing I was wrong

Clock hand keeps on sweeping
Never stopping for my tears
Never finding the beginning
Ever marking my new fears

In my mind I travel
To far reaches of space
Only to find that
I never left this place

End of the circle
Song without a song
If only one could tell me
What I'm doing wrong

I look for new beginnings
Surely knowing they will end
Trying to leave an endless circle
With nothing else to send

End of the Circle
Song without a song
When is beginning soon
And when is very long

Rabid Poet

A Darkening Sky

A Darkening Sky

I cast my eye
On a darkening sky
One that must be passed through
With consumption we knew
Would not pass us by

Rabid Poet

The Quiet

Poem

The Quiet

Noise abounds
Commercials  scream
Robot calls flood
Our answering machine

Social groups shout
Racial inequalities bloom
We want what we want
From birth to the tomb

Behind all the noise
Joys of quietness loom
Away from TVs and smartphones
Away from the Room

It seeps into our mind
Like emptiness of space
The quietness of truth
Finding it's place

A new path we seek
Away from the crowd
The beauty of the quiet
Like drifting of a cloud

Rabid Poet

Buttermilk Skies

Poem....Buttermilk Skies

I move my eyes
Toward buttermilk skies
Away from clutter
Of made up lies

I seek a distance
From those in persistence
Charting self absorbed paths
Through least resistance

The song of a bird
Simply to be heard
Not seeking acclaim
Not spreading a word

So those buttermilk skies
Are there for our eyes
Containing simple truths
While ignoring our cries

Rabid Poet

The Painting

Purple and Red
Swirling in my head
Holding this paintbrush
New canvas to tread

Black splashes between
Abstraction to be seen
Reaching into my soul
Painting like a machine

Now hanging on the wall
Narrow and tall
It speaks as it can
Colour and all

Rabid Poet

Poem ... Wall Street

Poem ...

Wall Street

Soon the skies
filled with suits and ties
Will end that made up glut
Of Wall Street lies

Sell the stock
Fool the flock
When they sell
Watch the clock

When bottomed out
Deliver that shout
Buy baby, buy
That's what it's about

Inside Trade
Got it made
The ruse keeps on
New money is weighed

Rabid Poet

Returning?

Poem...Returning?

Roulettes keep on spinning
Billionaires keep on winning
Circles within circles
Living high in the sky

Earth keeps on turning
Oceans keep on churning
Species saying their goodbye
As we keep on with our burning

It was a grand event
Several billion year extent
Producing a species
Claiming Heaven sent

There is a tearful goodbye
Heads raised to the sky
In warm air hard to breathe
Nothing left to try

The Galaxy keeps on turning
Suns keep on burning
Perhaps in some future time
Life will be returning

Rabid Poet

Sweet Potato Pie

Poem ... Sweet Potato Pie

Sweet potato pie
Sweet potato pie
Running through the yard
Jumping toward the sky

Putting my fork
Into this heavenly blend
Sweet potato pie
This joy you do send

Rabid Poet

Predictions

#poetry

"Prediciions"

predictions fall
like snowflakes
on a cold mountain stream
and I
am none the wiser

Suits and Ties

Poem ... Suits and Ties

Suits and Ties
Hurt my eyes
As we reach
Toward the skies

Economies this
More growth that
Only thing missing
Is the hat

So where are we going
Suits and Ties in the lead
We have some clues
Watching the environment bleed

Can we stop
This Suit and Tie onslaught
Not very likely
Consequences not their fault

Rabid Poet

We Pretend

Poem...We Pretend

We pretend to know
What's in this show
But down deep
We're just like sheep

We buy their cars
And feel like stars
Highways to nowhere
And we don't care

The privileged know all
And make us feel tall
As we pretend on our way
Approaching that fateful day

Rabid Poet

The Candle

Poem

The Candle

My candle dims
The light gets low
Not much farther
Do I go

When first lit
It burned so bright
My energy flowed
Well into the night

My path was lit
Anything I could achieve
Not a thought occured
About when I would leave

The light now glows
Over memories past
And I cling to ones I love
Candle burning to it's last

Rabid Poet

Rhyme Time

Rhyme Time

I look around me
Struggle on land and sea
Trying to be heard
Just trying to be

Onward we march
Roads without end
Filled with shiny cars
A must we pretend

Butterflies fewer
Bees so confused
Where do I fly
With honey infused

Another day fewer
With more things consumed
Used to be trees
Now carbon exhumed

But we will hopscotch
On our merry way
Doing a Fred Astaire
Another joyous day

Rabid Poet

Aloof

Poem..... Aloof

A winding path
Through friendships I make
Looking for joy
Or perhaps a snake

Who do you trust
On this journey Odd
When attitudes change
Where so many plod

So what do I do
To get to the truth
You can't get there
Just remain aloof

Rabid Poet

Move on Sweet Jesus

Move on Sweet Jesus

We have gone too far
Looking for our star
When right beneath our feet
Is your holy treat
Move on Sweet Jesus
Move us on Sweet Jesus

The path we choose
Where we all lose
Is not for you
And for us not a clue
Move on sweet Jesus
Move us on sweet Jesus

That holy place we seek
Can only make us weak
Your place is in The Now
Help us understand your How
Move on sweet Jesus
Move us on sweet Jesus

And when this all ends
And we seek amends
The fault lies not with you
Who tried to see us through
Move on sweet Jesus
Move us on sweet Jesus

Move us on sweet Jesus
Move us on sweet Jesus
We hear you calling
Move us on sweet Jesus

Trish

Written by Rex Eagle

Ali

Ali

He fought the fight
Long into the night
Floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a Bee
But in the end
The count was ten
And he has found
A better place to be

Rabid Poet

The Road Ahead

Poem....The Road Ahead

We move ahead
Toward our vague destinations
Driven by hidden desires
And our clever procrastinations

We look for certainties
To define our goals
Only to find uncertainties
Digging at our souls

What are those road signs
Do this, buy those
People will like you
Be glad you chose

So can we know
Where we want to go
Whilst buried in culture
An actor in their show