Swoon

Make me swoon

Make me swoon

Till the blue moon

Must no longer be fixed

And to me it is nixed

But a missing rune

Make me swoon

Make me swoon

Thus I will hear the croon

Weaving the warmth betwixt

We, evermore affixed

Ne’er to be bestrewn

Make me swoon

Make me swoon

 

>^.^<

ATfoxIG
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Hush, Hush

Fro the wind of falling in a rush

Near and near is the earth to me

For touch means  loss, and I foresee

Hush, hush my one hush, hush

Nay, I mustn’t worry of their tush

Thus I have seen

All the more beauty

 I leave my world of lush

Do not think of me as accursed

For I have mere fallen

Hush, hush my love

There are other matters, far worst

We could be ne’er together, forever callin’

Hush, hush my swain, I am no longer above

>^.^<

ATfoxIG

Imperfections

You left me waiting in the dark

With nothing for me to grasp but your fading voice

Your breath cracked the silence with your strange remark

But when will you discern that this is your own choice

And I, I know you’ll see

How much more you can be

Don’t fret on how you appear

I’ll catch your every tear

‘Cause I love you, and all your imperfections, my dear

Do you remember the day

When we said to each other

Our hopes and dreams will stay

And all insecurities will smother

Well what happened to that day…

You have nothing to say…

Well I, I know you’ll see

How much more you can be

Don’t fret on how you appear

I’ll catch your every tear

‘Cause I love you, and all your imperfections, my dear

May you find what you need

May you hide from your fears

But know your angst will bleed

And that dismal thought clears

Stop running…

Stop fighting…

Since I, I know you’ll see

How much more you can be

Don’t fret on how you appear

I’ll wait for you here

‘Cause I love you, and all your imperfections, my dear

>^.^<

ATfoxIG

For Jericho, Happy Guiding.

My throat aches from holding back my tears. I couldn’t quite detect whether they were from sadness or happiness; perhaps a mixture of the two. I’ve known this day would come, but I never expected it to arrive so soon. I look at Jericho proudly sitting next to his new partner, ears perked up on the top of his broad head, inquisitive nose twitching with the intake of new scents in the air. His honey-golden eyes, loving and innocent, meet mine and instantly warms my heart. It’s as if he were assuring me that he would miss me too and everything would be all right. I drop down to his level and hug him tightly.

“You be a good boy, now,” I say. Jericho fondly licks away an escaped tear down my face. After a deep breath and a ruffle to his head, I straighten up and say goodbye to him and his new companion. Jericho happily wags his tail as the man next to him grasps the handle of the harness and voices the command, “Forward!”

He expertly obeys and confidently guides the blind man away. After a quick wave goodbye, I turn around and let the tears fall, though with a smile. These, I decided, are tears of happiness.

>^.^<

ATfoxIG

Canine Inspiration Poems

Dogs.
The mismanaged cousins of the wolf.
Miscued is the sense of Pack, the sense of order
A loss of instinct
In place, a name on a sepia plaque
Dogs are in a glass jar-airplane
Grouped in a small space bordered
In transparency for manipulation of man
Their lives in the hands of man.
Future in the intentions of mankind.

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Fire because war,
cellar hears aching madness
message forgotten

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Wind against winter
Attic dreams, forgotten smoke
light in the violence

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Fire reflects the damage
Distress against solitude projected
War finished its job
A message unclear, yet in bold
To invent a remedy
Erase the fear, be it forgotten
Locked in the cellar
Fill it with smoke

>^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^<

Wind reflects the damage
Distress despite solitude projected
Winter finished its job
A Gift unclear, yet in bold
To Dream a remedy
Erase the fear, be it violent
Locked in the Attic
Fill it with Peace

>^.^<

ATfoxIG

Silhouettes

The weary sun leans, in seek of respite

Silhouettes longing to incite a fright

Waiting, bidding, so desperately reaching

Piquing shadows duress for unleashing

Slurring and spurring, they now wait concealed

Cursedly awaiting ‘till nothing can wield

Lurking in place for the careless, it seems

Poised to consume while you choke on your screams

Approaching unlit, the earth soon will cool

Arousing the span where darkness will rule

>^.^<

ATfoxIG

 

Tribute to Huckleberry Finn

I am orange

Color of adventure

Color of change

I am a line segment

Continually running my track

Back and forth with

No terminus

I am drawn to what is right

I am torn from what is wrong

I am a brisk moving river

Chasing ethics

Running from morals

I fear my compassion

I fear my rationality

I see right

I see left

 

I am bright

I am empathy

I am condemned

I am honorable

  >^.^<  >^.^<   >^.^<   >^.^<   >^.^<   >^.^< 

my real name is Callow

yesterday my name was Imaginative

tomorrow my name will be Realistic

in my dream my name was Corrupt

secretly I know my name is Honor

my name once was Huckleberry Finn

 >^.^<  >^.^<   >^.^<   >^.^<   >^.^<   >^.^<

my real name is Sincere

yesterday my name was Imprisoned

tomorrow my name will be Absconder

in my dream my name was Free

secretly I know my name is Innocent

my name once was Jim

>^.^<

ATfoxIG

In the Center of the House

in the center of the house

i see blue: healing, patience, happiness

in the center of the house

i hear two: together, in tandem, simultaneous

in the center of the house

i feel warmth: open, fond, anew

in the center of the house

i think fore: leading, along, through

in the center of the house

i know elision: salient, ascending, conflate

in the center of the house

i am enamor: ever, coalesce, whole

>^.^<

ATfoxIG

The Only Sound That Matters

Terra’s voice, the only sound that matters

Gentle zephyrs rustle the dainty leaves

Brushing the light fronds in spacious scatters

Breeze to gale, faunas hide in taiga sleeves

Unsettled ballads of the lark resounds

Roaring aloft and below, it draws nigh

Grave cloaks of shadow conceal the still grounds

Sonorous winds commence to lull and shy

Drops of rain fall from the billow above

Churning the placid slough in soft ripples

Caught in the solace of earth’s warming glove

Dew adhered to webs, a careful stipple

 

Evincing reverence, stilling all chatters

Nature’s choir, the only sound that matters

>^.^<

ATfoxIG