> ## Content Index > Fetch the complete content index at: https://www.wonderfell.org/llms.txt > Use this file to discover other available public pages before exploring further. # Poems: For The World - URL: https://www.wonderfell.org/nnh-the-world/ - Published: 2025-10-06T23:09:48.000Z - Updated: 2026-09-27T20:04:55.000Z - Description: For The World - Author: Wynn - Tags: Ma ### [Love](https://www.wonderfell.org/love/) I never met a dog I didn’t love... There are dog scoundrels. There are dog clowns. There are dog queens. There are dog drag queens. There are dog elitists. There are dog hippies. But I never met a dog I didn’t love… Right away. It’s hard to love people, The way it’s easy to love dogs. --- ### [People Want It Right Now](https://www.wonderfell.org/people-want-it-right-now/) People want it right now Tired of hashtags and links Hyper-linked to webpage links. People want it right now What a poem might do... While they read. So much on so many screens Lights binary fashioning words So lifeless called code. People want it right now What a poem might do... Light alive the light alive inside. To remind them: What words are actually for. --- ### [Ugly Dogs](https://www.wonderfell.org/ugly-dogs/) Ugly Dogs! I freaking love ugly dogs! I love them! Bilateral symmetry Kiss his: Ugly-pugly-fugly-mugly. Pinch his (*How many?)* Chins. (*How many?!)* Wonderful! I freaking love: Happy! Joyous! *Ugly-Ugly-Ugly* Dog snores from the couch. Lazy eye lounges Leers at the front door… Soon the pizza will arrive. Hope he gets some crust With bubbles on it. God’s Grace is an ugly dog’s face, Crooked teeth sunk in bubbles on crust Made just right for an ugly dog. --- ### [The Itch](https://www.wonderfell.org/the-itch/) There was a dog named Abe I did see, Who stood under a tree for a wee. He met there a bitch, Who had quite the itch, So they danced in the style doggie. --- ### [The Firs](https://www.wonderfell.org/the-firs/) I’m not ready for everything to die this year. The wind is consistently strong the past few days. The people who come from all parts of the world To see our leaves change color are leaving. The ground is a sheet of wax paper Under a blood-let easel. The firs will hold on. The dust on the radiator floor vent Burns from the steamed air forced, From the hidden hot water Onto the dead fly that won’t rot. The firs will hold on. Through the season of dying, They don’t. The refrigerator drones over the fly’s last Protest as it falls to the faded floor. The fan above the microwave still hums, A little more dust, a little more hum, But it still hums. The firs weep weary, Waist deep in wasting. If you sit still, close Your eyes and listen, You can hear electricity Go into the lights. If you lie back, close Your eyes and surrender, You can feel The Earth spin. Winter's freeze freezes. Spring's flower flowers. Summer's swelter swelters. Fall, Leaves Fanfare. Leaves Fall, Fanfare. Fanfare, Leaves Fall. The Season's end Ends The Season's Season's end. Words fail Watching Words fail. Words Freeze, Flower, Swelter, Fall. Melancholy mothers nature. New England fathers poets. Days you shut the door And the hard frost won’t leave, Days you open the door And the fever lingers, That dead fly that won’t rot. There’s only: Wasting time. Watching time. Watching Firs. Wait out the: Inconsiderate Sun. Who won’t confess his light, No matter what I say. --- ### [Scroll Down and Forget 'em](https://www.wonderfell.org/scroll-down-and-forget-em/) Snow last night. Treetops Rooftops Road signs Topped Powder sugared Magnificent. Why scrub away Autumn's mess? Let it soak. Snow like scrubbing bubbles, When they melt the mess goes with them. Some metaphors stink. Some similes are like scrubbing bubbles, To do their best work, Let them sit a bit. Scroll down and forget 'em. Come back when you can see clear, What shines under the sludge, What Springs Eternal. --- ### [Home](https://www.wonderfell.org/home/) What about the tree that made the Cross that Jesus bore? What about such a light, on the field, That was seen, that was His dream then? Such a light on a tree alight some yesterday, So far away from so far away from some yesterday. No today, know today. Not a light, no, not at all. What about this staircase, About these clouds, About this sky-break? What about this day, About this hour, About this time That tree His tree, wept razed? And the clock was. \-This- And the time was. And The Sun was. \-That- And The Moon was. And The Tides were. \-This- And The Stars were. And The Day of \-Him- And The Month of \-His- And The Year of Time. And The Weather. And This Weather. And the pattern of clouds. (What was that?)that light (What was that?) that which moved (What did not move?) that was seen, (What was not seen?)but was announced. There was The Wind, that was The Air That didn’t breathe, but burst Open a quiet sky, The Quiet Sky gone incandescent For a holy way, The Holy Way, His New Way, His Chosen Only Way, Home. --- ### [For Reason, Et Al.](https://www.wonderfell.org/for-reason-et-al/) Enough of the words What of thoseout- Spoken or Spoke-in? In-way words Never in-the-way words Always want back out words. On outward words On sail to the sky Said and sailed words When the only cry Heard was the deep deep Down inside cry. *How to cry!* Without wells and rainbows To mark mistaken tears With forsook ancient words? The sky’s reign*\- hit* So hard so what Else could be said? *Stunned-In* Such awe from A hand so divine. What word... How could… *What…?* We called it *God*. We call it *God*. We still cry awe *For no reason at all.* We still call *it*. Still say *it*. Still cry out*...* ***God***.