Bark Too: Dogs Bark, #3
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In "Bark Too" the poet delves deep into the essence of humanity, laying bare the raw and unvarnished truths of life. These verses are not just poems; they are the barks, growls, whines, and snuggles of the human experience. Just as a dog barks to capture your attention and growls in the face of danger, these poems demand your attention, whether they make you pause and reflect or rush to your fridge for a cucumber (we leave that up to your imagination).
This collection is a visceral exploration of our shared human experiences and emotions. It's about the laughter and the tears, the joys and the sorrows, and the complex tapestry of our lives. "Bark Too" is a poetic journey that invites you to embrace the truth, unfiltered and unapologetic. So, take a chance, breeze through the samples, and immerse yourself in the symphony of words that make up our humanity. Woof!
Excerpts:
After the Club
Empty-handed, empty-hearted, empty pocketed you go home
Where is the love Where is the love your heart sings a sad sad song
You drank and acted a fool, laughed when you wanted to cry
Kept up appearances in the Ed Hardy rags you procured from Costco
You flashed change, chain and eyes. One paid attention then
Discounted your pennies and cheap gold-filled dreams
You didn't matter naked or clothed in his eyes
Your change and chains ain't enough
To warm your bed.
Young Bones
maybe it's because you
haven't traveled the path littered
with broken glass and stepped over
carcasses of despair, maybe it's because your eyes shine bright with moon dreams
and maybe it's the silly things
like running naked through parks and mooning
old farmers riding ancient mechanical mules,
dancing until your skin turns liquid, or doing that "flip" thing with your hair curled like fingers...
I don't know...
maybe it's just you calling me "poppi" that makes me
love you, young bones.
Charles Harvey
Charles Harvey taught and practised astrology for over 30 years. His books include ‘Working with Astrology’, ‘Mundane Astrology’ and ‘Sun Sign, Moon Sign’. He was co-ordinator with Liz Greene of The Centre of Psychological Astrology and died in 2000.
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Bark Too - Charles Harvey
Mother’s Advice
THE NORMAL PEOPLE
who rattle on about
sports about the weather
their kids their lovely toxic wives—
they won’t understand you
won’t understand that in your silence
you’re writing them into poems, songs,
folding them into pages
of psalms and novels
giving their banal chatter
titles and life long after
their graves are paved over
and under Piggly Wiggly’s.
‘S UP, DAWG...MY BOI...MY NIGGA...MY DAWG...MY JIGGA...MY SHORTY
YOUNG NIGGA I
The young niggas
you know what i’m sayin’
the young niggas
slappin hands
pow pow pow
slappin hot hands
together
you know what i’m sayin
slappin hot hands
then pullin gats
and blowin holes
in each other’s manhood
you know what i’m sayin
pow pow pow
guts runneth over
south side chi—town
eastside philly
oakland, Kinsasha, Luanda
you know what i’m sayin
my ass drowns cause
niggas slap hands
then blow holes in each other’s manhood.
Maybe just maybe we oughta
greet each other by shakin dicks
you know what i’m sayin
instead of this hand slappin bullshit
it ain’t a love jones thang
you know what i’m sayin
it’s an intimacy thang
just maybe we gotta feel each other
get close to the thang that created us
to know us to survive us.
This ain’t bout no back door action
it’s about us surviving
‘til the trilenium
you don’t feel me yet
but one day you will be conscious
one day nigga, it will be our day.
Young Nigga II
Caressing me in alcoholic fog
loving me through clouds of poppers
then in your blue sky clarity
acting like i’m a storm cloud...
Nigga Nigga
I’m not your Daddy.
True I’ve seen decades
You’ve only dreamed.
I saluted with John John his
daddy’s flag draped box of bones,
danced in my Mama’s pink pillbox hats
seen Watts and Detroit
baptized by fire.
I’ve witnessed young black panthers
with mouths soft and tender like yours
spit venom at honky honky honky
then secretly go play Pin the tail on the donkey donkey
using their white girl’s ass as the ass’s ass.
I wrote a poem about that
while you were pissing in kindergarten toilets
Nigga, did you ever read, Before the Big Chill, There was the 60’s
and i said, Made sex with plump chicken-fat colored blondes.
Have you forgotten what I was talking about?
Me, I was nourished by the blood
of King and I too have dreamed
all kinds of shit like
flying suburbs, walking on Mars,
blondes sucking my dick
and of my children your age now
not knowing what the hell I’m jaw jacking about
like you don’t.
You know Lauryn Hill
and Lauryn Hill knows her shit from the history books
so logic leads to the theory that you know history
But it’s a flawed theory because all you know is
Abercrombie and Fitch, Banana Republic
Nigga don’t even know that Banana Republic
is a slur is a slur
Hell no nigga nigga I’m not your Daddy
I’m your lover and I’m your hater
Because so much love is bottled as hate.
You know that, You know that in your heart.
That’s why you brutalize the air between us
hate love hate love it’s the same fucking thing.
I am not full of wisdom. I eat and shit bullshit too.
Sometimes I forget Banana Republic is a slur
and despair because my toilet is not made of stained glass
I am flesh, hair, and Madison Avenue.
So accept me nigga, guilt free or die frying
in the dreams of your lies.
Young Nigga III
young nigga, you think
muscle is power and your
dick can split mountains