Bark Too

ebook Poetry

By Charles Harvey

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Bark Too

It's finally here. From the Author of the original When Dogs Bark, comes Bark Too. This edition contains all of the poetry of the original plus some added. It's slim, compact—just right for today's reading technology. Carry this in your phone or your favorite tablet. Or just read it on your computer.

What are these poems about? I think they are about the truth, unvarnished and raw. The praises speak for themselves. Why all of this bark stuff? What does a dog do when he wants your attention? He barks. What does a dog do when he senses danger? He growls. What does a dog do when he wants his belly rubbed and his ears stroked? He whines and snuggles close to you. In Bark Too you will experience the dog in all of his ways. Some of his words will make you back off and some will make you go to your refrigerator, pull out the cucumber, and...well we want go there. Breeze through the sample and take a chance. Woof!

Don't forget to check out the short story that started all of this barking stuff. And for you paper lover's the original paperback is available.

Now some things to make you go "hmm."

Night Clothes

The best time to be naked is 3:00 am

Black velvet skin is the proper attire

As you stand on your balcony

Stroking the night—

A little drink, a little smoke, a little lonely.

There ought to be other men

Standing on their porches too

Aiming the red tips of their cigarettes

At you.

anonymous men

There is blue joy

in solitude,

sweetness in the lonely soft night

that drapes the bones of black men.

I dance in this solitude.

I carry wrapped in my heart to my home

a willowy young body.

We make love in solitary

Later,

we kiss under the blue morning canopy

and carry off pieces of blue joy

in our deep pockets.

Seven-Thousand And One

I'm going to write me a book

and put you in it.

On the cover, it's you

all naked—black, brown, or red.

You will be bald, afroed, or dreadlocked.

Your sex will be nine inches of hot love

or six inches of sweet satisfaction.

Your ass will have more curves

than a sweet cantaloupes.

I'll title my book

"How To Love You."

Every page will be blank.

All we have to do is fill them

one leaf at a time.

Don't worry the plot,

we make it up as we go along.

I wrote "the end" on page

Seven thousand and one.

So let's just take our time.

Bark Too