Why should Mooseman have all the fun? I had an poetry worthy experience driving my dog home from the vet today, so here goes:

Coming home from the vet
With my loving pet.
She was stiff and uptight,
Something didn't seem right.

She was on the floor
behind my seat by the door.
She never sits there,
she seemed lost, unaware.

I heard a strange sound
so I glanced around.
She looked calmer, relieved
like there'd been something achieved.

I sniffed in the air.
And said a quick prayer.
This time I looked down,
two piles big and brown.

I begged her to 'stay'
So I could take it away.
before she started to twirl.
She was such a good girl!

Up the driveway I drove
Out the car we both dove.
The stink was horrendous,
the piles quite tremendous.

With the dog far away
I got towels and spray.
The kids school bell will ring
And this mess I can't bring.

Less than 5 minutes more
to remove canine 'decor'.
My car's rubber floor
made easy my chore.

I kept my perspective, I got there on time.
Afterall, the pooch commited no crime.
The cleaning is finished, she isn't to blame,
Just greatful she isn't a big old Great Dane.

soemthing about just throwing together syllables and words seems to attract my intellect. how about you? gosh i thought your poem was great. i could see myself there.

something about poetry to utilize my verbosity and roll around thoughts inside my mind. and the more it rhymes the better and harder it is to make the poem work. and that attracts me to writting poetry too for some reason or another. fun to figure up different aspects and angles of visions and stuff to "code" it down as pappered word. and then aftwards there is the chase of making it right. i tend to change a lot of my poems just at a whim to make them better or support a new code or define the old rhymes and syllables better than before. there is one poem i wrote in under a minute and never changed it. it was kind of invigorating. i didn't really even think to write it, it just kinda spilled out of me:

How to write a Poem?
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Must I know what I write down
Meaningless or meaning found
Making poem, don’t know how
Must I know what I write down

Does a poem need to breathe
To plan a knit into a weave
Or can it start not to conceive
A poemed haze is free to breathe

Writing breath from writing down
The poem tilts as I think now
Bias nature changing how
The poem writes, still writing down

No thought, no poem, here with me
Should I stop or let it be
Bleeding brain, becoming free
Rereading, learning, me for me


i thought i would make the poem about itself and how to write the poem itself. so i figure since i can do all that rhyme and stuff automatically it kinda just leaks out of my poems. Mili you may like this one. just about the thoughts inside my mind:

What Am I Doing Here?
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My fanatic dramatics can
Acrobatically realign
With quadratic schematics that
Automatically intertwine
As prismatic Socratics can
Mathematically redefine
The traumatic emphatics that
Problematically redesign

For my thinking will run across,
In multitudes that can exhaust
And at times my intelligence,
Can lose a base of commonsense
Yet I’m getting much enjoyment,
From all these things that circumvent
Around what is my calming world,
I rarely see this to be swirled

Geez, my poem seems even more juvenille now!

All I know is my dog took a giant dump in the car, it was like a situation comedy trying to keep her still till we got home, so I was in a silly mood and wrote a poem. Hee hee.

What I like doing way more is rewriting words to a song to make it apply...like I don't try to, it just pops into my head.

Did you get what I send you yet??? I think you'll love it, email me when you get it. I sent it the same time as something to two other folks here and they got theirs quite a while ago.

Mili

mine just seem to ramble on. yours was a quant little cute story. it made me laugh i thought it was a great story, made me think of the times that has happened to me. i didn't get anything yet in my email.