K9 enters the ring
was it
nutmeg psychosis
or
morse code neurosis:
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(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)
hallucination
or
sweet equation
1,6-dichloro-1,6-dideoxy-
β-D-fructo-furanosyl 4-chloro-4-deoxy-
α-D-galactopyranoside
(almost)
the aussie man lee
and fidelity
the detective and the post
the niner of K
the den of may
the voyage and a boast
gloves thrown down
photos and browns
a discussion of what is true.
silly bros
erudite foes
its what dogs were built to do
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(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)
/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
well i was called fidelis from my very first day
i dogpaddled here to bark it out and have my say
id never let a digger do a dig on my lady
wouldnt let 'em dis her or imply that she were shady
id protect her virtue with my K9 high karate
and channel-surf her chakras like a bodisatva rottie
a spectral force unseen just in case shes ever scared
a poem for her pleasure with my inner dog laid bared
but when she falls alseep tonight the canine ranges on
to form a fragrant steamer for another blogger's lawn.
though i can't stay a month in her digital abode
anytime she needs me she can telegraph my code
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(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)
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(dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.
dash dot dash, dot dash dash dash.)
mayden
i'm fadin'
but true to you i'll be
m' lady's voice
the niner's choice
of sound fidelity
sound fidelity....
sound fidelity...
sound fidelity................
/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
posted by sparringK9 at 5:55 AM
26 Comments:
snap/snap/snap/snap!
/bark bark bark
boyed: is snapping good? er....no effusive praise?
uh oh. *tail drops slightly...little wag at the tip*
pete: thanks! and now onto the pudding battles!
/howl
bravo!
I have made worthy answer to you upon my blog, Sir Dawg.
Nutmeg psychosis indeed! The mange and fleas too, I'll wager.
Malignant Mutt!
not sure what all this is about ... but hi anyhow.
/bark bark bark
velvet: i found some flowery posey writers at my friend Mayden's site, and they were in a duel for her affection...the game was to win her through poetry. and like the dog i am i crashed their party and inserted myself as a contenda. the prevous post kind of tells the story.
soon she will return to select the winner of this contest. im still not clear what the prize is but i wouldnt miss a duel of wordplay!
thanks for coming by. you are in my thoughts as i enjoy my own pup......
/grrrrr
/bark bark bark
schaumi: thanks for stopping by! good to see you in the pen....art teacher, huh? i know that job.
/grrrrr
The picture of you on the ipod is most unflattering, poochie. Thou lookst like thou art attacking, not wooing!
/bark bark bark
thank you lady jane. i shall take your advice and revise.
thou art fair and generous!
/grrr
Cool, K9, very cool. You did us proud. Fun read.
BTW, I was expecting dash dot dash, dash dash dash dash dot (for K9). Is this your clever way of telling us that your non-blog initials are KJ?
AWWWWWW!
I am talking babytalk to the ipod now. :) You win the contest just based on your look, doggie!
Well, for a dog it's really quite good.
Admittedly the morse code seems a bit awry, being undecided as to whether you are K1 in code or KJ in words. Do you have an identity problem?
Stick with -- ..-- - -, I say.
Dear Dawg,
i thought snaps were high praise - my students snap when they think i'm doing good. they tell me snapping is the ultimate (i received two rounds of snaps last semester - snaps are rare you see - at least that's how i interpret it).
I was in a rush this morning (trying to get off to school) when I posted - so left it at that.
I've just left a critique at that pissy percy's place (he's pissing me off) which critiqued all three. i beg your forgiveness for mouthing off there first. i don't know what i was thinking! (i am embarrassed, groveling, begging for forgiveness. oh dear- the bird has never done that before!)
I am still at school and want to go home... but, i will give you a full critique -
i felt that percy's flow (given his genre) was pretty good - in fact, ALMOST, but not quite, rivaling yours (and certainly superior to cosmo's - whose composition i found rather boring.)
but you in, addition to the superior flow, have produced a unique composition - it provides the unexpected: morse code, equation,
and, here, i'm trying to recall verbatim how i phrased it over at percy's place, in your composition, you express some values that are most endearing to the female heart - though you are a rogue of sorts, you offer both protection and freedom - no woman can pass up that combination - it's perfect!
now, i'm packing up shop. going home. having steak and wine. and maybe then quick swoop through more blogs. (although broken trail is airing again tonight and i have really quite fallen in love with it - that tom hayden church cowboy is my kind of guy - hahahaha!
bravo dawg!
damn - this school computer won't show the picture - well, all the more reason to get along home little birdy, get along home.
thursdaynext has got it right - that pic is over the top - how could any mayden resist that look? that grin? that loving gleam in the eye? hahaha!
owwww...woooow!...cool...cool....yeaaah...I can just feel this...feel this...goodness!...would I love to rub your ears and give you a pat for dishing me a beat when I most need a lift!...great...
looked...no...stared at the pic...
sigh!...what a smile...
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/bark bark bark
lady jane: yes! much better image thanks to you. i see you wrote to percy HIS poem made you laugh...grrr...
xdell: clever? nay! i screwed it up! grrrrherherhahaha
i would fix it, but then i thought, why take away an opportunity for a lady to correct me? surely that be as stimulating as any tools of woo!
Im glad you liked my poem! its even better if you hear the beastie boys in your head when you read the rappy part after the morse code intro....
j cosmo newbery: of course your kind words are a thrill! identity crisis? me? the dog? grrrhrhrhhahaha thats an onion peel fer ya.
bird: /wag *smiling* yay! thank you boyed. you the teachers approval means the world. i do believe sir percy is getting sweet on you! he likes the pistolerro in you. (me too)
lux: 'ow mate i always read your comments like an auuuustraaaaaaaalian dowg.....jus like at lux lucis vita........'owwwwwwww.....grrrrrrrrrrrrrl thanks!
lee: neutral i can roll with but zero? the "lee" part of my poem is the morse code, the nutmeg high and the formula for splenda....or was it insecticide?
at least i didnt invision you in a negligee as percival has...nor would i ever speak of your wife....certainly not in a poem written for a lady. HA! no wonder percy has lady troubles so i won't pile *snicker* on.
pete: Freebird! yeeeeeeeeew! gott day-yam! *whistle* yeeeeeeeeew! *whistle*
/howl
/bark bark bark
aunty: grrrrherherhaha! the "slantinel"!!
like our paper: the atlanta urinal and constipation! the money? i'll use it to buy fishes and grits, natch.
thanks fer comin' by aunty. waiting for ya next report.
/grrrr
Excellent, dog.
For a lady such as moi, the finest pledge of fidelity is one that endures even if a beloved's attentions may be otherwise engaged. Nicely played. And nicely phrased (coded?).
Props to you, endearing loyal beast.
~Lady
Brass Monkey...that funky monkey...Brass Monkey Junkie...that funky monkey!
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I know you can not possibly know this (I don't think so anyway..)
My nick-name in High Shcool (one of them) was "Baby Pop"...as in, "Kick it over here Baby Pop- let all the fine skimmers hear the beat....DROP!" (this is from memory, forgive me if it's rusty after 20 years or so!) LOL!
I totally get your Beastie Boys reference :)
LOVED the poem. I am home- reposted your verse on MV, as well as a few pic's. I was really tired tonight when I took them, hope you are not terribly disappointed :)
Smooch to you K9...you are wonderful!
-Cora :)
You do my Johnny Cash proud with that one, puppy!
I never told you how much I enjoyed this poem...but I suppose in the end- you knew it! :)
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