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Dogs Love Trees by Don Kingfisher Campbell

DOGS

LOVE

TREES

A

poetic

libretto

by

Don

Kingfisher

Campbell

She lives in a world of noise

In the middle of the quiet night

She hears footsteps to the bathroom

It's late and she's sleepy

In the morning she senses

Doors opening and window

Shades scrolled up and open

Then comes cooking sounds

Click click of activated stove

Sizzling wok, stirring wand

Welcome odors arrive to table

She lifts herself, saunters over

To get near the meat content

A few bites of human food

She heads to the aluminum

Plate of kibble she knocks into

Laps water from a proximate tray

It is time for a walk outside

Swinging of iron gated entry

Paws on the concrete driveway

Occasional passing car

Distant construction bangs

Across the street one smells

She barks back in response to this

Sighted fenced canine protecting

After whizzing on grass lawn

Grandma's boots jogging in alley

She sniffs patch, inspired to squat

The crinkling of plastic bag

The closing of trash bin

The resumption of trotting

The tug of the leash helps

But she knows instinctively to 

Step on familiar smooth floor

She turns and turns in a circle

To lie on her beloved bed

Proceeds to lick herself clean

Sometimes nibbling too well

Removing a tuft of fur because

She misses her vacationing master

If we go out without her

Sukie can hear the inserted key

And wake up from a nap

Terrestrial

Thanks for the sun setting

How the red aura settles

On the dark mountain range

And far below the silhouettes 

Of buildings lit with signs

And traffic lights multiplicity

Closer still homes rest on

Their concrete foundations

Supported by packed earth

And cars in the driveways

Also parked by the curbs

And sidewalks between them

A woman walks her dog

A man steps into his vehicle

Each their separate ways

Then the cracks in the street

The cooling air flowing

Over all, over all, over all

Father's Day Morning Stroll

A mourning dove coos for a partner

Who flies to the branch above to meet

Together quiet in the tree for awhile

One squirrel chases another up

And down the trunk and around 

They scurry off to the next arbor 

Husband and wife walk their dog

Over sidewalk and alley to spend

Cool fresh time in such company

I love to sniff the world

 

I put my nose to the ground

There I have found the odors

I seek in my day's existence

I need to whiff the concrete

Looking for traces of you

Where you last did pee

I usually detect you around

Clumps of grass smelling

Much like what came out

Then I am compelled to

Take a nibble of remnants

You left behind for me

My master doesn't approve

But understands it's my

Nature to take and give 

Something for you too

To Inhale my sweetness

Exited from the same hole

The universal messages

We send to each other

Just to say I think of you

Even though we haven't 

Met I know you smell so

Good you inspire me

Blind

If I couldn't see

I'd be playing

Pinball with the 

Sidewalk too

And I would feel

Every bump

Each dip in

The concrete 

I'll hear birds 

Chirping above

The close whoosh

Of passing cars

Feel cool wind

Rushing over

My moving body

In the morning

I guess I would

Learn my favorite

Sense would be

To smell all

The concrete

The grass

The urine

The exhaust

And the air

Between everything

Will always be

The best sensation

Huntington Meridian

Bushy trees like

giant broccoli

Pointed tall

pines undermatched 

across the street

by church steeple

Towering palms

on side of road

sway like pom poms 

over elementary school

on opposite side

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CONTEST DYNAMICS

Compose your Poetic Libretto consistent to these guidelines:

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Incohesive dreams by Marvinlouis Dorsey

 

In-

cohesive

 dreams

 

a

Bobby John Press

Poetic Libretto

 

Marvinlouis

 

Is

it a

dusk

a dawn

 

how am i

holdin on

to this day as

it slowly slips

past my life

 

i have

bad dreams

some would call

them night-

mares

 

who stands

next ta me staring

into an abyss

 

its tinted

win-

dows

 

a cold

ass wind that

blows down

my street

 

how

am i

kee-

ping

myself

awake

 

it takes

more then

words to

co-

mmunicate

i can’t wait

to keep my

mouth shut

 

had

too

much

 

but

not

enough

 

i

feel

a hush

in the air

 

Spark

my

mad-

ness

 

a sad-

ness

falling

from

shadow

hid-

den

leaves

 

a

colder

breeze

frees my

eyes

 

its

too

early in a

mor-

nin

 

not

ta be

seeing

 

Let

me grab

some of

this sun shine

some of

this

vitamin

D

 

glancing

back

at streaking

lines

poison

sky

 

can't

say why

 

i

feel

the

need

 

ta

see

this

way

Early

a

saturday

mo-

ning

 

keeping

ma-

self

warm

 

un-

der

strange

cries

 

the

dying

shook me

a-

wake

 

time

doesn't

just go

by

 

 

 

some

time

it leaves

you

screaming

 

other

time

it leaves

you

with

 

no-

thing

ta

say

 

its a mystery

a God damn

lying

secret

 

who says

they can

keep this

to

them-

selves

 

A

win-

dow

or is it

a door-

way

 

once

again

once

more

 

what ya

loo-

king

ta see

 

what ya

loo-

king

for

 

through

my eyes

 

who else

is

wat-

chin

Broken

bran-

ches

trigger

fingers lingering

in

gun

smoke

 

wake

up

calls

 

phone

doesn't stop

ringin

 

there's a

half dozen

dead birds

singin

 

out-

side

these

shat-

tered

windows

 

Bare souls

walk in some

shade

 

hel-

lo

said the

other-

side

of this

fence

 

inch by

trying

inch

 

who said

it could be

easy

 

the further

i get away

from me

 

the more

my

blinking

eyes

water