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My guitar,
Blaring, screaming, and twanging,
Raging solos, ringing and rhythmic notes,
Loud songs
Through my amplifier.
Creating great vibes throughout my room.
Not stopping between bloodcurdling cries,
Even to take a breath.
My dogs
leaping off my bed
running through the house
greeting the new day
barking loudly
at passing strangers
stopping the silence
of morning
announcing to everyone
they're awake.
Davor Suker stares,
concentrates on the ball,
prepares his shot.
Davor Suker stares,
a deadly stare,
prepares by seeing the ball fly into the goal.
In the stadium,
onto the field,
into the penalty box.
Davor Suker prepares with the
clock at zero, tied 1-1,
No time left, this is the final try.
Davor Suker with the weight of a young country
on his shoulders
preparing for the deciding shot for his country,
for the team, himself, and the glory of the
World Cup.
The anonymous runner
slices, and tears
through ominous turf of the track.
Reaching, reaching
for something so defined,
in the distance the finish line waits.
The campfire
Flickers, waves,crackles,
Shines in the night,
Warms your body like a summer's day,
Although the campfire roars in the dark,
You can still hear the tales of many.
My dog Spot growls,
he gnaws on the couch cushion,
tackles me when I run
growls like thunder
runs eagerly
runs in the woods
jumps on his dog house in the yard
yawns at night
struggles to open his eyes in the morning
runs and jumps because he is happy
tackles me because he likes to play.
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