When the Dogs Bite
poems by Rachel Green
Wednesday, 3 December 2025
3rd December 2025
russet apples
a taste of childhood
dad's old tree
© Rachel Green December 2025
On An Influential Childhood Friend
Didst thou get into mischief as a child;
or wert thou already rotten to the core?
parental blame was shared while thou ran wild
and stole what was not nailed down before.
Thy father died whilst thou wert still unweaned
thy mother older than the matron's pack
But what little of thy history was gleaned
had naught to do with empathy thou lack.
Thy mother's house a treasure trove of yore
filled with junk gleaned from the town without
and glittered well with trinkets from the store
that “fell” into thy pockets without doubt.
The local bobby knew thy talent deft
recovered from thy garage all thy theft.
© Rachel Green December 2025
Tuesday, 2 December 2025
2nd December 2025
aging population
raised to a children's joke
my pension age
© Rachel Green December 2025
On Starting (Yet) Another Project
A minor effort to improve thyself
from the lazy basement gamer which thou art
attached to tasks which take the time to delve
into such productivity and start
upon another novel where you lay
part of the history to scrutinise
and as thou write, thou can at last to pay
the toll of making social compromise.
And in addition, might one put forth word
to make a piece of art, however small,
to bring the faintest smile to those who heard
the siren song which certain demons call.
But alas! This I can prophesise:
Thou preferest idleness to being wise.
© Rachel Green December 2025
Monday, 1 December 2025
1st December 2025
prompts a class action lawsuit
my novels
© Rachel Green November 2025
On Get Out of Gaol Free(ish) Cards
Doth thy opinion hold more credit than
three hundred million who rely on thee
to be elected leader if thou can
maintain just some propriety.
Canst thou tell us why a pardon given was
to David Gentile, sentenced to six year
for a billion dollar Ponzi scheme because
he paid thee for the pass, your voters hear.
And why dost thou declare that all the drugs
are cheaper to a negative degree
although thou takest these same folk for mugs
while thou imbibes thy Venezuelan coke for free.
And tell thy public why thou, as president,
ignores the killings at a child's event.
© Rachel Green November 2025
Sunday, 30 November 2025
30th November 2025
cold hand
keeping me awake
reduced blood flow
© Rachel Green November 2025
On a Loophole of Catholic Faith
St Peter seems the only angel made
to work for every minute of the day
by interviewing every single shade
who climbs the gilded staircase to the sky.
And though Anubis measured every heart
against a feather's weight to judge their worth
St Peter seems to tally up the marks
for and against the soul accrued since birth.
One has to wonder which religious man
ruled that sins repented on your death
would offer a free pardon so they can
enter those Pearly Gates upon last breath.
The girl who kills her rapist goes to Hell
but repenting rapists saved by Peter's bell.
© Rachel Green November 2025
Saturday, 29 November 2025
29th November 2025
Twenty four arrests
in Nottingham Christmas market
teens with machetes
© Rachel Green November 2025
On a Rare Incidence in Sparring.
A simple move and one she had performed
a thousand times through oh-so-many years
to stop a sweep from guard which then deformed:
hyperextended elbow joint brought fears
and unexpected pain mid-spar and for
a sacred minute did they stop, assess
mobility and pain thresholds before
continuing to roll though under stress.
That night she drove while favouring her left
enjoyed some soup made by the one adored
but couldn't lift a cup of tea up to her head
and suffered through a night in which pain roared.
In morning time she gets a lift to A&E
where X-ray shows her arm now double fractured be.
© Rachel Green November 2025
Friday, 28 November 2025
28th November 2025
defending
© Rachel Green November 2025
To Change the Topic to His Golf Scores
Two National Guard soldiers shot at close range
hospitalised and one dead, one alive.
Sarah Beckstrom, twenty summers of age
had been sent there as publicity drive.
Rahmanullah Lakanwal, an Afghan by birth
flown here from the Fall of Kabul; vetted
as part of the "Allies are Welcome," worth
saving from Afghanistan vengeance behading.
Trump gave him asylum with cameras and press
but blames Biden for the man's state of mind;
Determined to put immigrants to the test
then rants 'Somalians are criminals I find."
He wants to depart all the folk with convictions
except for himself for his fraud predilections.
© Rachel Green November 2025

