I hate to chortle at the sound of broken laughter,
Just like I refrain from weeping when dancing smoke fills my eyes . . .
But when dogs mourn alone,
I chafe my hands with the cold of tears of solitude.
Monuments and cairns I crave among the icy
Terrains, where dogs’ paws leave eternal marks —
The print-marks of an important visit,
Evidence of life on desiccated earth.
On board The Fram they sailed majestically
In the beginning,
......
Will the sun always shine...
Even on a rainy day...
Will there always be sunlight...
So the kids come out to play...
Will the birds always sing...
So their music fills the air...
Will you always love me...
Will you always care...
......
'Curse on all curs!' I heard a cynic cry;
A wider malediction than he thought-
For what's a cynic?- Had he cast his eye
Within his dictionary, he had caught
This much of learning- the untutored elf-
That he, unwittingly, had cursed himself!
II
'Beware of dogs,' the great Apostle writes;
A rather brief and sharp philippic sent
To the Philippinas. The paragraph invites
......
Once, I was passing by
an old post office about to die
and saw a dog who was shy
the dog made a very appealing cry,
from his little black glowing eyes
It was such a strange feeling...
was happy to have a friend like him
but sad for the person who left him
......
My soul is in agony and nothing can comfort me.
I have abandoned God and I have forgotten that I have a mother who loves me.
My dog is the only one who will not judge me. He whines at me as if he's sharing in my pain and I cry all the more because I guess he understands.
I used to talk to him about existential things, but he behaves no more than a dog should: empathy yes, reasoning no.
Even in this pain I still laugh at how stink his breath is, but I love this little creature and he loves me too.
I tell him what bothers me, but he doesn't seem to care at all.
Here he comes again, poor creature, poorer me.
......
I hate to chortle at the sound of broken laughter,
Just like I refrain from weeping when dancing smoke fills my eyes . . .
But when dogs mourn alone,
I chafe my hands with the cold of tears of solitude.
Monuments and cairns I crave among the icy
Terrains, where dogs’ paws leave eternal marks —
The print-marks of an important visit,
Evidence of life on desiccated earth.
On board The Fram they sailed majestically
In the beginning,
......
These are poems about animals and nature...
The Arrival of the Sea Lions
by Michael R. Burch
The sound
of hounds
resounds in the sound.
......
Once, I was passing by
an old post office about to die
and saw a dog who was shy
the dog made a very appealing cry,
from his little black glowing eyes
It was such a strange feeling...
was happy to have a friend like him
but sad for the person who left him
......
I watch
Doug
with sober
wonder -
what hidden
life
has he
......
My dog slops water
with urgent abandon
like a prize pig from teeming troughs
The prosody of his play is
Loose and wild —
He seizes the dog park by the neck
A rabbit darts across our path
And murder fills his heart,
......