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Sometimes people believe in dogs
The way they believe in
God,
Karma,
Heaven and hell.

And we've heard the impossible stories
The dogs that
Stand guard at the graves
And the ones that save your life
And know from sixth sense
when something goes wrong.

Aren't we all believers like that?
They are the only hero stories
I can stand to listen to
Anymore.

With humans it's
Always
the same old song and dance.
He lives,
he's good
And he cannot outrun the bad in him.
Or he dies.

So

Why do we keep them, you say?

Sometimes people believe in dogs
Because they look like
The only good things,
Noble things,
Moral and upright things
That
We can keep.

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The stench of sadness.
See; floppy ears, curly tongue—
Room becomes golden.

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The sun was neon orange

It's bright, flat

Moving

Falling ---

I caught it! And I brought it back

to her. She smiled

The loveliest July in mid-summer

There, I've done it

I caught the sun

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Throughout history

these quasi-wolves have infiltrated

our homes our hearts

Big small furry maybe not

Inside these creatures lurk a silver

of humanity

Far beyond ours

What is a dog’s purpose?

To love and love without any end?

Affection reverberating in every bark,

a thundering testament of romance

More importantly, what is our purpose?

To grasp onto their overflowing love

with our inadequate hands?

A hand tightly around the leash of unbridled joy?

Perhaps we depend on them

To lead us to a world

brighter, bigger, better

Fused together as one entity

Man and quasi-wolf

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A toy
Shaking their tails
Barking excitedly at any stranger that walks past

A toy
Waiting for you at home
To magically refill that empty food bowl

A toy
That ages too fast
For you to keep track of it's growth

A toy
That you just throw out
When you grow old

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you lead me by the leash

and i go,

smooth like the wind, wavering like a kite

and oh,

here we are.

a loosening of my collar, a flutter of the heart.

"here's where we part.”

and you turn,

a wistful smile, a knife to the gut.

your shadow stretches,

and right there,

a puppet slumped on the ground, all strings untied

-

in the end,

i choose you anyway.

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A dog's purpose

Who are we to define the purpose of a dog ?

They have minds to do that for themselves .

Rather than being subject to my fancy,

I would rather see dogs as people,

As worthy and commendable companions.

(Who happen to be really cute and nice)

And I foresee myself in blissful (unofficial) matrimony with one.

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A dog’s purpose

Hanging upside down

A God morose

Deliverance divine

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she's breathing softly --
eyes closed
tongue kept
ears flat
legs limp.

she's always been next to you
even now as her
last
few minutes
tick by.

and now you're holding your breath
because you know you'll
never
be able to meet her ever
again.

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Today we are here to talk about dogs.

And their purpose. A dog’s purpose is

To be man’s Best Friend, when man is friendless,

When man is tired and needs comfort a dog’s purpose becomes man.

When man slumps face down onto the floor, exhausted smile

giving way to fur and then suddenly the world turns one colour less,

wait a moment am I seeing double? two adorable dogs?

for the price of one?

A dog! Get one today.

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he wakes you up when you refuse to

he tells you of love you don’t credit yourself for

he does whatever you say when you don’t allow yourself to

he loves you for everything you don’t love yourself for

and he is happier to see you than you yourself

and he’s trying,

Everyday

to pull you up from the abyss you’re drowning from

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the memory of childhood that lingers,

the phantom shadow that still haunts the doormat.

yet the years of golden sunshine given

fulfills the heart of a child who loves the playmate

of guileless yaps and steady innocence

and was the crowning joy of an afternoon romp.

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Sometimes when I look

Into those blue eyes

Everything else fades away

Melting except

The pure snow in you

The reflection of myself in you

Maybe you and I

Came onto earth

Met at that alley way

Maybe God put us together

To fill up

That emptiness

To learn to love

To smile

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1. fur and pats and hugs and kisses

2. scenes of love and loyalty and sweetness transitioning to

3. days of summer and blue skies calmness

4. running and panting and loving and

5. endless seamless laughter, that

6. seems to me like that’s a dog’s purpose

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Sorry guys no poem but something along the lines of:

Dogs embody:
- simple happiness (the mere sight of a wagging tail as they try to climb into you, how they excite easily, and how they are content with little)
- loyalty and faithfulness (probably would allude to that Japanese dog)
- companionship
- leadeing through the darkness (guide dogs, church grim)

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is it a coincidence that dog
is god backwards (dog ym ho)
because i have always wanted a
friend, a man’s best friend the
hottest diggity boy
tongue out panting like me
after a long leisurely walk up
my school staircase

in my childhood i would stand on the stage of the shallow pool
dancing, carefree, wild abandon
hair spraying rivulets of water
like Goofy from Mickey Mouse
Clubhouse
(hot dog, hot dog, hot diggity dog)

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Catch!

A dogs’ purpose is

To chase, to woof, to

Run after the bone flung from

It’s owners hands.

A dog’s purpose can be

Either one or two. One

Being the protector, to bark

At intruders and two being

The friend, to love and cuddle.

So if you think about it,

A dog’s purpose isn’t all

That different from ours— that is

To simply be...

There.

Because being there,

Is more than enough; and perhaps even

The greatest purpose one

Can ever find.