Thoughts of a Single Man


The Dogs In The Yard - Poem by Thoughts of a Single Man

I wish I could be free like the dogs in the yard

running in the playground of their mind
with the fresh air as their guide
not carrying the painted constrictions
of societies web
no words need to be said
silent in their endeavors

Some people want to be like the dogs in the yard

feeding of each other
gnawing at the bones of the fallen
preparing the sharpening of their fangs
in the marrow of those who passed
linger there through buzzing flies
no soul in their eyes

Did you ever see the dogs in the yard

watching the glow of the morning
basking in the sunrise
just there
being simple in the existence so pure
effortless
concentration so serene
only one glimmer
found in the nature of the moment


Some people think they are like the dogs in the yard

running in their filthy little packs
sharing the snacks they find with themselves
thinking there is strength in numbers
because they cannot stand on their own
for what they do and say
has no merit no meaning
and they can only comfort themselves
in their sad display of togetherness
refusing to drink from the bowl of the mirrored water
for the frighting taste cannot be swallowed
and reality can never satisfy them

I say a little prayer for the dogs in the yard

For they have no chains
they still know the sting of pain
when there is no shelter from the cold
no mate to hold
as they forge on
under the harness of unprotected survival
the inherent desire of the carnivore heightened
when the sweet panting breath of affection
and not breathed
for they are not received
by the human touch


Did you ever see the dogs in the yard

in the land of the open field
strong and proud
never barking too loud
in their pursuit of the chosen road
wary of the unfamiliar faces
yet still capable of the kind kiss
for in the navigation of life's theory
is not so heavy
the view is calmed
the peering eyes
of the internal workings of existence
on the rarest of levels
in the equation of life

birth, wake, live, play, work, survive, rest, sleep, and die

and run forever in the afterlife
of heavens endless sky

So may versions
so many sides
my how time flies

For the dogs in the yard

Thoughts of a Single Man 2012 tm


Comments about The Dogs In The Yard by Thoughts of a Single Man

  • (8/29/2012 7:02:00 PM)


    I always admire the ability of the dogs on the yard, these animals are so free, still they do what ever you have written here, but run miles after miles in the known and unknown territory. Thank you for sharing this poem, courageous woman poem and then why does someone simply use the pen when he/she can help the victim who is in the second floor? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 29, 2012



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