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kieslinI admit that I'm a packrat.
If it can possibly be used for something else in the future or just have sentimality attached, I will keep it. As a result my room is brimming with aforementioned sentimental junk along with other stuff. This is not just with material objects. I also have this tendency to collect random things whether it be quotes, articles, etc, which all go into scrapbooks or any random box.
I was sifting in my box of random stuff for some inspiration and came across this poem.
When Great Dogs Fight
by Melvin B. Tolson
He came from a dead-end world of under breed,
A mongrel in his look and in his deed.
His head sagged lower than his spine, his jaws
Spooned wretchedly, his timid little claws
Were gnarls. A fear lurked in his rheumy eye
When dwarfing pedigrees paraded by.
Often he saw the bulldog, arrogant and grim,
Beside the formidable mastiff; and sight of them
Devouring chunks of meat with juices red
Needled pangs of hunger in his belly and head.
Sometimes he whimpered at the ponderous gate
Until the regal growls shook the estate;
Then he would scurry up the avenue,
Singeing the hedges with his buttercup hue.
The spool of luckless days unwound, and then
The izzard cur, accurst of dogs and men,
Heard yelps of rage beyond the iron fence
And saw the jaw and claws of violence.
He padded through the gate that leaned ajar,
Manoevred toward the slashing arcs of war,
Then pounced upon the bone; and winging feet
Bore him into the refuge of the street.
A sphinx haunts every age and every zone:
When great dogs fight, the small dog gets a bone.
I've always loved the imagery this poem generates and the style of the poem and the rhythm pattern has always influenced the flow of my own poetry.
If it can possibly be used for something else in the future or just have sentimality attached, I will keep it. As a result my room is brimming with aforementioned sentimental junk along with other stuff. This is not just with material objects. I also have this tendency to collect random things whether it be quotes, articles, etc, which all go into scrapbooks or any random box.
I was sifting in my box of random stuff for some inspiration and came across this poem.
When Great Dogs Fight
by Melvin B. Tolson
He came from a dead-end world of under breed,
A mongrel in his look and in his deed.
His head sagged lower than his spine, his jaws
Spooned wretchedly, his timid little claws
Were gnarls. A fear lurked in his rheumy eye
When dwarfing pedigrees paraded by.
Often he saw the bulldog, arrogant and grim,
Beside the formidable mastiff; and sight of them
Devouring chunks of meat with juices red
Needled pangs of hunger in his belly and head.
Sometimes he whimpered at the ponderous gate
Until the regal growls shook the estate;
Then he would scurry up the avenue,
Singeing the hedges with his buttercup hue.
The spool of luckless days unwound, and then
The izzard cur, accurst of dogs and men,
Heard yelps of rage beyond the iron fence
And saw the jaw and claws of violence.
He padded through the gate that leaned ajar,
Manoevred toward the slashing arcs of war,
Then pounced upon the bone; and winging feet
Bore him into the refuge of the street.
A sphinx haunts every age and every zone:
When great dogs fight, the small dog gets a bone.
I've always loved the imagery this poem generates and the style of the poem and the rhythm pattern has always influenced the flow of my own poetry.
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Date: 2006-03-15 12:36 pm (UTC)I'm a packrat, too. I clip comics and articles and stories all the time.... and I do it on the computer, too, so I always have lots of random stuff on my HD that I saved because I thought it was pretty or interesting. I even kept the notes my friend and I would pass back and forth during AP Lit and AP Language classes because we'd randomly scribble down class notes and words or phrases that we liked, as well as our conversations (which were usually nerdy in nature anyways). XD
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Date: 2006-03-18 12:59 pm (UTC)LOL. During high school, a friend of mine and I, spent all of Year 10, inserting the word 'moderation' (...moderate, moderating, etc...), as many times as we could into all our conversations. To this date it still remains an 'in-joke' with us.