Poem Series: Dogs: Flee!!!

Oh look, the human …

Time for a walk?
Time for a treat?

What’s that?
A towel?
Water from the hose?

Bath time!



Poem Series: Dogs

Up to this point, there have been six poem series on M. Sakran’s blog of and about poetry and poetry related things.  They were: Experimental Poetry Forms, The Sun, Tanka poems, Rondeaux poems, Weather, and Space.

Today will be the start of a new poem series.  The poem series will have poems related to dogs.

The series will consist of ten poems.  The poems will be posted in the next nine posts plus this post (for a total of ten), unless some event occurs to supersede the series, in which case the series will continue after the superseding.

Please enjoy the Dogs poem series.

Here is the first poem:

The eyes look away …

turn quietly,
and slip from the harness,

Ha, ha, silly human!

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Hopping frog: Seven apples

Seven kinds of apples,
four in a row, three in a row,
and in different colors

Three are mainly red hued,
two are mainly green in color,
and two are mixed in tone

The apples were set up,
because of an artistic thought,
to paint a nice picture


A photo was taken,
because the apples might go bad,
before the art was done


Hopefully when painted,
the art will be alright to see,
and it will be liked by some

The painting may start soon,
with acrylic paint on canvas,
and apples will be art

(40/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Hopping frog


Today’s poem is the last poem in this poem series.  The series has had forty poems, each one, using an experimental poetry form that has been on this blog.

Starting tomorrow, the more usual posts containing poems, experimental poetry forms, photographs to inspire poetry, artwork to inspire poetry, poetry topic ideas, poems with explanations and bilingual poems, will return, at least for a time.

Hopefully, this poem series has been enjoyed, and hopefully also, readers were encouraged to experiment with the forms.

P.S. Today on MSakran.com, there is a new set of photography, artwork, poetry and fiction.

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Eight: The dog outside

A plate of food with knife and fork,
  the dog outside does make a sound,
a feeling of some right and wrong,
and though inertia adds a weight,
the thought of justice fills the mind,
and so the chair is pushed on out,
and steps go to the nearby door,
and food goes in the bowl with sound.

The work is done, a glass is filled,
  the dog outside pants in the heat,
though rationality does speak,
and though it sounds most clearly sure,
a sense the words it says are false,
does cause the legs to move away,
the handle then is slowly turned,
and water flows for the poor hound.

The lightning strikes and thunder cracks,
  the dog outside whimpers in fear,
the logic says that all is fine,
that what is feared is far away,
that there outside all is alright,
but then the thought of being there,
does cause the hand to turn the knob,
and have the dog feel like it’s found.

An ache is felt within the back,
  the dog outside takes time to stand,
and though it seems to be excess,
as the small pills fall in the hand,
those words come back and fill the ears,
and as the pain does the twinge again,
a note is made on the short list,
and the next day new pills abound.

Alone without a voice nearby,
  the dog outside is still and stares,
and though the sense is felt inside,
it takes some time to realize,
that there outside it is felt too,
and so a thought does then occur,
and the small ball is carried out,
and the dog jumps with a large bound.

The dog next door did run away,
  the dog outside sits by the fence,
and though a search is made for days,
the importance of it is low,
until the eyes of the dog stare,
and ask for help without loud words,
and then again the search goes on,
as cars do drive and search around.

The vet was called, the time was set,
  the dog outside did hesitate,
the words were said that this was good,
and words were said of benefit,
but in the car the dog did shake,
and as it went some tears did fall,
and then the sense of this from past,
had empathy grow in a mound.

The man outside did fall and cringe,
  the dog outside did understand,
and the dog barked at the near fence,
and the dog barked with a loud sound,
and men did come in uniforms,
to make the dog have silence then,
but they did see the man who fell,
and then the dog did bark unbound.


(38/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Eight

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Acrostic matching and rhyming: Day after equinox

Dawn began with light so gold,
a morning of change was here,
yet though the day was not old,
a morning of change was here.

For though today we are so told,
“The days of past have lost their hold,”
expecting change that we can see,
 red and yellow colors so bold,
expecting change that we can see,
quietly we stand in air not cold,
understanding the words that we were sold,
in expectation of a different mold,
outside we stand as sounds are polled,
xylophone notes familiarly rolled.


(37/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Acrostic matching and rhyming

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Alternating first and last rhymes: Sunlight

Light shines out from far away,
today it shines before the night.
Bright and clear it seems to stay,
day goes on as seen by sight,
right until the ending ray.
Weigh the rays that come from height,
write the value and then so say,
“Pay attention to the rays’ flight.”

(36/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Alternating first and last rhymes

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Two coins: Cooking chicken

The coals were lit and they did glow,
inside the grill where they did go.

Chili citrus chicken heating,
roasting slowly never cheating.

As heat from coals did rise and flow,
smoky currents quickly fleeting,

lingered slightly absent greeting,
while coals did cook the bird so slow.

(35/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Two coins

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Paragraph of poems: Garden reclamation

When spring did start, the land was dug and seeds were sown.  The sun did rise on a day but its light was covered up by dark gray clouds.  And then the rain did fall, and ceaselessly it poured for days and nights throughout the spring.  And in the land, all grew lushly except for the seeds that were sown that spring.  Then the time flowed on, and the rain moved on, as heat then arrived.  Although there was a strong intent for a reclamation, the heat said no.  The heat stayed, the time flowed, and intent could do nothing.  But then respite, landed softly on the ground like a feather.  It stayed for two days with shade from heat and coolness.  A time, when as clouds floated by above, a small reclamation could start.

(33/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Paragraph of poems