My dog has a blog
For writing poetries
He’s a much better poet
Than I could ever be
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My dog has a blog
More followers than me
Thousands of crazy fans
A mini celebrity
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My dog has a blog
Fame and money
He moved out last month
To start a family
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My dog has a blog
But a bad memory
Ever since he’s moved out
He’s never called me
Thunder
Let it thunder for a while
Let it drown the noise inside
Wonder
Raise myself and wonder
Let it cover the holes inside
When I’m alone I feel at home
The darkness of the day
I long for when it’s gone
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Save me
Save me from myself
As I seek to run and hide
Have me
Have me warned again
No more stories for me to hide
With those claws they come at me
I’m standing so confused
In a moment we’ll be clear
As I shake hands with Truth
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Foxes
Hungry foxes and wolves
All I have for company
Traitors
Traitors of the soul
Betray my friends and family
The bright eyes in the dark
Chill me down to the bone
To consume and exploit my fears
I wish that you were here
Wish you were here
In my dreams I see a man
When I wake he’s not seen again
Am I what you see or seem?
Am I nothing more than someone’s dream?
I drew a bird and it came to life
I got excited and told my wife
She didn’t believe a single word
For there wasn’t any sign of the bird
The window was open. She must have flown away
To cause my heart enormous dismay
So just to prove that I was true
I told her, “I’d draw again for you.”
She stopped my hand and told me, “Wait.”
“Why don’t you draw a piece of chocolate?”
Sleep has deserted me
Tiredness lies on the bed
Nightmare is the pillow
On which I lay my head
Demons sing a lullaby
Dreams are unclear
Every night is a struggle
Wish you were here
I am not too happy
Not happy at all
My phone does a lot of things
But how do I make a call?
It wakes me up in the morning
Brings my breakfast to bed
Teleports me to Phillipines
And even farther ahead
It cheers up my mood
Whenever I am sad
Understands everything I want
Though they may be unsaid
But I am not too happy
Not happy at all
The things these new phones do
But how do I make a call?
I would like my old phone back
Old just like me
It never sent me to Phillipines
When I asked for Bali
My wife and kids are not too pleased
I spend too much time on my phone
They say I should get some exercise
I ask them to leave me alone
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Sophie thinks I don’t hold her anymore
I only hold my phone
If I don’t change my ways
In the streets she’ll have me thrown
She thinks whenever we go out
I talk more to my phone
I correct her on that point
I do the same at home
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The kids are more threatening
They plan to steal my phone
Hide it in some corner
I shall forever be unknown
I have my own plans so
They never mess with my phone
If they’ll ever steal it
In the streets I’ll have them thrown
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My wife and kids are not too pleased
I spend too much time on my phone
They say I should get some exercise
In the streets I have them thrown
Mom and dad are not too pleased
I’m spending too much time with my phone
They asked me to get some exercise
I told them to leave me alone
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Mom thinks I should do my homework
My grades are crashing down
If I don’t make it through school
I’ll end up as a circus clown
Mom also thinks she’s very funny
That I’ve inherited that bone
But I do not agree with that
Neither does my phone
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Dad says that I’m a bum
I barely move a muscle
I’m too lazy to argue that
I could beat him in a tussle
He really shouldn’t criticize
What he cannot understand
He would never realize
My phone is my only friend
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Mom and dad are not too pleased
I’m spending too much time with my phone
They asked me to get some exercise
So I untangle my earphones
I was lonely. I was sad
I had lost everything that I ever had
I had nothing but time
No family, house, car or dime
Then you came along
Everything turned so wrong
I forgot that I was ever sad
You made me happy. You made me glad
Like you were an evil witch
You turned my fortunes. Made me rich
Now I just don’t understand
What to do with the cash in hand
Why don’t you just go away?
There’s so much tax that I have to pay
Give me back my time and space
I don’t want to see your face
Is this some devious plot of yours?
To gift me a healthy Swedish horse
All this wealth – this isn’t me
I want to go back to writing poetry
If I was to die tomorrow
The world will be filled with sorrow
All the young girls
With golden hair and curls
Will cry their hearts away
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If I was to die tomorrow
Cry your hearts out in sorrow
Sing my praises and songs
Say that I did no wrongs
A hero has gone away
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But if tomorrow comes late
And I’m still standing straight
Far from being dead
You still go ahead
Sing my praises anyway
Frank Solanki 