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Buddy (Free verse) by ALChemy Even as I stroke the smooth
fur capped scalp of Buddy,
as his head sinks in servitude
beneath the gentle weight of my hand,
even as his eyes recline in glossy ecstasy
as if to say you may snap my neck
in a twist of your wrist
and I shall die by your will
a grateful sacrifice,
even in the simple petting of a loyal dog
I find my own life fails to be so full
as that of this mongrel beneath my palm.
For my master runs not a finger through my hair.
Up the ladder:
dit da haiku
Down the ladder:
Daddy
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Posted: March 23, 2006 11:12 AM PST; Last modified: March 23, 2006 11:12 AM PSTWeighted score: 6.1 Overall Rank: 1140 Comments:
Forgive your master. he's had a severe case of hammertoe and is busy cutting snowflakes at the moment.
Is that on his answering machine?
Yes, you've done it. Perfect ending. It's enough to make a bible-thumper take another look.
It's my first draft so it's a little ruff (Get it,"Ruff"?:)hehehehe...
'For my master runs not a finger through my hair'... Hmmm a nice ending to a lovely description. You're an abandoned old soul waiting desperately for His attention! If only I could put the scene I have in mind into words!
It'll come to you soon enough. You'll see your symbol somewhere in something.
wow. this reminds me of a sappy yet somehow tearjerkish poem i read once about the dog as the ever willing servant to the master, licking the hand that beats him, and so on.
but, the last line clinches it. the plot twist. leading us along a stray thread only to tie it all in at the end. very nice. however, maybe your master *does* run fingers through your hair, but not literally (oh that's good, since we speak on the written word!). very good. 283 view(s)
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I liked this.
Godproof Hat by Dovina
Oh, for a hand on my cranial hair
In place of godâs that isnât there
To protect from theistic wrath and such
Provide a gentle protective touch
Perhaps a goklike Buddhistic affair
Godproof Hat by Alchemy
I used to think God was very large cat
With teeth in my neck like I were a rat
Then he kicked me outside
Where I hollered and cried
Now I wear a cat-skin hat
Here you go:
I once made a god-proof hat
like the one worn by Arafat
Now I work at 7-11s
and Highjack 747s
'guess numbers are really where it's at.
ever hear the one about the dyslexic agnostic insomniac?
used to lay in bed at night wondering if there really was a dog.
you guys are a scream. why can't we have a live chat room?
like the one worn by arafat
Now I work at 7-11s
my name's 007
and hijacking's what I'm at.
oh! wearin' a god-proof lid
be the best thing i eva did.
ain't nobody can tell
that _my_ "do" ain't gelled
especially the preacher's kid.