Beagle Poems - Poems about Beagle

Barkley DeVile

Barkley DeVile, Barkley DeVile
Barkley’s my Beagle and hes handsome as hell! 
If you saw him, you’d see just what I mean! 
Barkley, Oh Barkley
You must be the cutest Beagle there’s ever been! 
I love you Barkley DeVile

At first you think its impossible and must be a dream!
To see such a lovely Beagle but believe me

That Is Not a Beagle

that’s not a beagle! Said my cousin Dave
as a decorated beagle came out of the cave.
What is it then? I asked, wondering too.
The beagle’s legs were long, he was wearing pink and blue.

Is it a beagle? Dave asked, wondering aloud.
The dog gave him a withering look, he looked mighty proud.
Then he gave a beagle howl,

Eagles Aloft But Disguised

I
Humans are divine, but watch & emulate pigs

II
We have body-vehicles; "I'm my car," is like thinking you are poultry 

III
Scripture helps us recall our divinity (versus eating with pigs, as the fate of The rude spendthrift & HEIR in LUKE 15, teaches us)

IV
Earthly problems drag us to poultry level.

Recall you are an eagle; fly with

Two Beagle Puppies

adorable optimistic beagle puppy
reaching for the sky paws up high
dancing the watusi and then the tango
more reserved brother watches longingly
wishing he felt free spirited too

Beagle Minus

Hey you, dog!
With your white tail tipping past my window
Or your face, tricolor, pressed against the glass,
I can see you even in the dark garden, 
But now our garden games are past.

The couch stretched out beside me for a day or two,
The water bowl still full and going green.
The door bell rings and I'm alone

A Jazz Loving Beagle

A jazz loving beagle in Fairfax
digs Dizzy and Miles to the max
But it’s now hip-hop and punk
No more groovin’ to Monk
He visits neighbors just to relax

A Lazy Beagle

A lazy beagle who lives in Merced
won’t budge ‘till it’s time to be fed
When his owner shouts: Stay!
she barks: You’re so Type-A!
Then walks off and goes back to bed

Wandering Not Lost

Wondering Not Lost

My beagle went on summer vacations
Spreading good will in many nations
He never got lost
Paid his traveling cost
He was so into public relations

My Puppy

A puppy one day I brought home,
A jack russell you are,
You have beagle ancestors,
Having the beagle droopy ears
Your cute as can be,

You have some funny ways,
Dirty clothes you drag around,
Rolling on my sons bed,
Ripping the innards from shoes,
Growling at the dog in the mirror,
Growling at animals on the tv,

Some things you really hate,
Like that squirrel,

Brilliant Beagle Burrowing

Burrowing deep beneath black earth
He rakes aside the dirt
Leaving traces of his scent
To mingle with the whiff of the groundhog
Who is waiting just inside the shaft
Where he’s left his breath
And his frightened taunt
All in his whistling yawn

Excavating the channel to dispel
Any thought of leaving behind
This animal who he’s tracked
And trailed through 
Underbrush and weed
Behind the

Beanie My Beagle and His Eggnog

Just a tiny bit more seasoned eggnog, my Beanie my beagle begged.
A teetotaler I had originally thought, but now not aptly pegged.
I gave Beanie a teeny slurp or two, but it was not enough.
He gave me a persistent bark, it sounded hoarse and rough.
I was startled at his insistence of another sip or two.
So I

A Beagle Is Not a Seagull

Down swoops the seagull 
  in a manner so regal

When tries this the beagle
  He looks like an ill eagle

I Wish I Was a Beagle

i wish i was a beagle
long fat and always legal
no hunting creatures
I'd change those features
a king of dogs most regal

5/2/18

I wish I was a - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Viv Wigley

Boris the Beagle

Boris the Beagle

This is the story of Boris the Beagle, 
Fearless and brave like Eddie the Eagle. 
Ski jumps, sky dives, death defying dare,
Hang gliding stunts, spinning in the air. 
 
High speed zip wire, Boris on the line, 
Jumping off a bridge into the brine.   
Planning a wing walk over the sea,

A Beagle Christmas

My dog eats tinsel,
It drives me round the bend,
It’s certainly not pleasant,
Coming out the other end.
I’ve heard about farting fairy dust,
But tinsel turds are a joke,
Clearing up after him,
Makes me want to choke.
At least I can find them,
Under the moonlight,
Just like a beacon,
Shining in the night.
There’s gold and silver ones,
Red, green and blue,
Who’s ever heard

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