HAPPY DOGS

BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE

Barking till the break of dawn;

The Dogs are lonely when they growl.

They have to walk; they have to prance;

To the warm summer day in the park.

Such a pity if they stay in the yard all

day long; for they will brawl with no

control. All day and night, they love you

so; Trolls to come; they will shoo.

All year round, the obedient best friend

guards the house with a grind. Like

ourselves, dogs need to exercise

outside. If they don’t, they will be

irritable; what a shame! They need

the care not only food to eat and

water to imbibe. The assistance must

be given to show them our love.

They need to flaunt their tails with

their smiles; and wiggle them to make

them shine. The great fun in living is what

 we aim. Dogs are happy as they stroll

like swans; prancing delightfully as

they strut with excite. Memories

of hiking give them joy and

content; ecstatic feeling of joviality

confirm in their hearts, inhaling with

grandeur of living when they pace.

DO YOU EXIST?

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DO YOU EXIST?

BY, VIRGINIA CLOSE

The muscle – anatomy of a young man;

confuses my unnerving mind,

with gladness

of your wits; my veins swirl to its vine.

The Adonis of my dream is

charming as a prince;

tickles the molecule of my spine; mental

torture to my system align.

Alarming echo of divine; 

 

Oh my Adonis! Fetching and burly; do you  

exist?  In the reality of my life; in the

reality of the metaphor

 

of the day; forever I long to intwine with your

soul. The heavenly love from spirit calls;

as pure as silk of clouds in the

 

sky way up high. The moon; the starlight appears

when the sun gives the way;  to have me in your

arms; forever and more.

 

The extinction of subsistence on earth outshines.

 

The love I give will melt your heart.

Wicked Soul

tragedy

Photo by Slawek Puklo

By Virginia Close

Oh thunder please thunder

Go away roaring sound

The scary light that curves in the sky

Mystifying and fear provoking

Confounded by the horror

Panic alarmed my soul

Terror begets the wicked

The search for peace aspire

Give thy aim to live

Pursue the desire to love

Wicked soul disappear to be gone

Agony and despair seem to pronounce

The unwilling metaphor of beyond

Threat of mind respond

Leave me alone forever

Go forth to the inferno of dire

 

My Agatha

love, ,

                                                                                                             

I want a home that I can stay For I am a cat who loves to play
my travelling cat

By Virginia Close

Why do I have to suffer mum

From the discomfort of my mind

You’ve brought me down to Western land

And now I am lifted back to Northern charm

I don’t know why you’ve been so mean

To do this thing for me I say

I am depressed and not impressed

For you have made my heart despair

The love you give me

I know is pure

But please be steady through and through

I want a home that I can stay

For I am a cat who loves to play 

Celestial entity

entity, happy, love,

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Welcome to my blog! I’m living in Australia for more than thirty years. I was moulded and educated in Manila, Philippines. My passion in writing is the gift from High Above and I want to share it with everyone. Writing poetry comes from the inner core of my totality that makes the gamut colorful to the intangibility of time. Please enjoy and be inspired by the words that were written for they  came from the world where I created to the righteous of my soul.