Dog-Days (Selected Minor Audacities) Poem by Smoky Hoss
Dog-Days (Selected Minor Audacities)
A big old bulldog
out in the backyard,
is like life, letting you know getting in is easy,
going through's going to be damned hard.
Santa Claus forgot Christmas
this year,
the children cried, but oh
what happy reindeer.
Life's land-fills are full of ashes
from youths cremations,
this news, though it should,
causes no noticeable sensations.
All hands are lost
in the battles for the day,
but, all 'da-feets' by night
simply get up and walk away.
Turn on the television set
scan channels 2 thru infinity,
trying to find something good
I feel like a whore searching for lost virginity.
The Wind may come and
blow all your troubles away,
or leave you breathless
with no words to say.
I've heard it preached
live free or die, but never forget
that grace alone
provides the how and the why.
A great poem, life is a strange thing, it can be very hard to understand.
I suppose we have to endure the bad as much as we relish the good in life Smoky to keep the scales balanced. That we never take any of it for granted. Good piece this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:33:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
To me, the last two verses could be interspersed between every two verses (like a song refrain) but I admit that would make the poem awfully long. But I really enjoyed what you did with this one.