Howling under the Porch Poem

Howling Poem




You’ve been quiet

I’ve said too much

You can’t take it back.

The dogs howl under the porch.

The cats fight over entrails.

All is confused.

The dogs under the porch are ghosts.

The dogs are walked and their poop is gathered in the twilight.

The ghosts of the dogs howl under the porch and the cats are spoiled.

Did I say the wrong thing?

It would be good to say the wrong thing,

to say anything is wrong





and I howl under the porch.

Theft By Deception | Poem

Theft By Deception

By: Author Renee’ Drummond-Brown


I can’t remember his name. But I know;

we loved once. I can’t remember his game,

but I know that I was always sent back to start, and it was a good one. I can’t remember a thang. But,

he says to me, we once said “I do.”  If, this is true. Theft by deception

is ev’r so cruel. 911 what can I do?


Dedicated to: Alzheimer’s Disease (Awareness)

A RocDeeRay Poem


Other books by Renee’ Drummond-Brown:

~T.T.T. Book #6 launching soon. WATCH FOR IT.
~A B.A.D. Poem
~The Power of the Pen
~Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs
~e-Book: Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight


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