Dog goD 8Hate

Rookie - 481 Points (Grass Valley, Ca.)

Dog goD 8Hate Poems

1. 'Hey? ' 9/7/2007
2. Oracular Piece 10/6/2007
3. Eternal Bequeathal 10/12/2007
4. Old Ohio 10/31/2007
5. Familiar Discourse...Verboten! 11/4/2007
6. Just Riding Providence! 12/30/2007
7. Amish Vegetable 1/21/2008
8. Sama 9/28/2008
9. Impetus Realized 1/6/2009
10. Wayward In Hayward 1/17/2009
11. Internet Overture 1/22/2009
12. Rainier In Winter 1/24/2009
13. Lady Of Chico 2/28/2009
14. Datehookup.Com 5/31/2009
15. How Green Is My Valley 7/3/2009
16. Returning To Manhattan 8/7/2009
17. A Rundle Inspired Query 9/7/2009
18. Their Enshrining Notions On 911.... 9/12/2009
19. A Vapid Simulation, America 9/26/2009
20. Mainstream 10/16/2009
21. Vanquished Sin 10/23/2009
22. East Liberty 10/31/2009
23. Pop's Corn 11/12/2009
24. 300 Hyde St. 11/29/2009
25. New Jello 12/7/2009
26. They Are Too Vegas 12/20/2009
27. Shrinking Contingent 12/24/2009
28. Enjoying The Decade? 1/17/2010
29. Vanishing New York 9/25/2010
30. Compromised Men? 11/22/2010
31. Some Soup 2/19/2011
32. Nurturing Wolverines In Nature 3/2/2011
33. Wet Bugs And Fish 3/27/2011
34. Venice Vagrants? 3/27/2011
35. Muse For The Moment 4/9/2011
36. I'M Home-R... I'M Home-R 9/19/2007
37. I Hear You! I Hear You! 9/19/2007
38. Deterrent To A Dropout 10/1/2007
39. Fate's Late Knock! 10/11/2007
40. Transmuted To A Desert's Dessert! 10/13/2007
Best Poem of Dog goD 8Hate

My Emily Dickson Encomium

SiR: the context is in the tone...
this train has that... a big... mEATy... ENGINE...
a 'fierce-throated beauty! ' and that can pull through
mordant trials, up tracks that contend sacred cast, and
with a string o' cars n' coaches, myriad in nature.

i...

i like to see it lap the miles
and lick the valleys up
and stop to feed itself at tanks,
and then - prodigious - step
around a pile of mountains,
and supercilious peer
in shanties, by the sides of roads.
And then, a quarry pare
to fit its ribs
and crawl between
complaining all the ...

Read the full of My Emily Dickson Encomium

'Hey? '

'hey? ' Hey, the plug of a nickel
wood (would) excell prosaic
moneys to extents beyond a
copper penny made of would too.

Tears without 'still love you' cry dry
Pheonix has kleenex
wipe your 'hey' away...wipe your eye!

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