Puppies

Long hair

Short hair

Curly little mess.

Dark eyes

Light eyes

I love them all the best.

Long snout

Short snout

Smushed little face.

Pointy ears

Floppy ears

You stumble full of grace.

Short and stubby

Long and curly

Your tail tells all the tales.

Loud bark

Quiet bark 

Screechy little yip!

White teeth

Pointy teeth

All smiles no nip.

Soft and silky

course and rough

I will pet you all the same.

Tug-of-warring

Stick fetching

or just plain boring.

 I love every single solitary one.

And everyone loves me. 

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You shot someone today,

And she looked just like me

You heard the crack

Before I felt the snap of myself.

You cut me to the quick!

The granite stillness of my limbs

The silent croaking chill.

You used me and you destroyed me for a muse.

I could applaud her for her achievement

Though it ends in my bereavement

It failed its assignment.

You heart, the cursed thing,

It only sorrows bring. 

Lone Heart

The pale rosy glow

Of winter’s cruel cold

Elegantly paints you skin.

Though I stand by

Heart in my throat, at the sight

My eyes proceed to roam.

Too entrances to leave,

Too embarrassed to stare.

My hands, ah! How they tremble.

Is it discernable? Aye, I fear it so,

My girlish blush betrays me.

My knees turn to butter

My thighs do quake,

I fear they can’t hold my weight.

With sentence half finished.

Heart too full, my hunger unyielding

I turn away.

Though my body does exit

your exquisite presents

my heart and my mind remain.

With sighs un-uttered,

And desires un-gained

I let my lone heart

Erode away. 

If You Are

I don’t know where you are

If you are

The thought of you brings me up.

I don’t know who your are

Where you are

The thought of you tears me down.

How can someone I have never met

Bring me so much pain.

If you don’t exist I will cease to be

But if you continue to be out of my life

I shall not know how to be.

I don’t even know the color of your eyes

The sound of your voice

Or the sight of your face

But you are what keeps me breathing.

And I don’t know where you are

If you are

The thought of you brings me up.

Or tears me down.

Public Schools

Little soldiers one, by, one,

Sand, in, line,

No-one thinking,

No-one hearing,

One, by, one.

Little pencils

Stand erect, at the teacher’s desk,

No-one thinking

No-one caring,

One, by, one.

Hearts are crushed,

Dreams are dust,

No hu-man-ity,

No-one caring,

No-one seeing,

One, by, one.