Amber carpet of fallen leaves
Underneath tall brown trees
That rock sway in cool breeze
Unique autumn crunch under feet
Making piles as we rake and play
Never too early and never too late
Seeing grey squirrels scampering
Beagle barks chases then whimpering
Red leaves are my favorite thing
Enjoy the cardinals as they sing
And the air is full of pumpkin spice
Traveling in winds from baker’s wife
Heart so warm due to happy life
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 its not!
Coz you’d REALISE, with REAL EYES you’d recognise REAL LIES and he's not!
This aint fiction its fact!
Trust me on that!
But i oughtta explain DeViles not his name
Its actually pronounced DEVIL … because he’s well…
Such a ……Handsome DEVIL
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, there is no other sound like this.
“I am a snake” said a slithering voice, with a tiny hiss.
“We know that,” Dave said, giving the python a mean look.
I was taking steps backwards, for the snake’s tail was a hook.
“I am a beagle,” the dog said “but this is Mr. Beagle to you.”
I made introductions which were clearly overdue.
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 eagles
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
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 to answer.
Frankie Boy! Bad dog! I thought I'd be the one to leave.
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 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
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
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,
The word bath makes you shake,
Birds you chase away,
You love your walks,
You shake when putting your harness on,
You love cuddles and kisses,
If ignored you sneak attack,
You like licking ears,
To wake me up you use your paw,
You tap me on the head,
I wouldnt have you any other way.
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 oak, birch and walnut tree
Into this hole he’s mining
He’s hot on the trail of this varmint!
Digging deep into the trench
Where this old creature
Has made it’s den
The beagle leaves only a promise
Of bringing out the illusive
Beast who longs to find a way
To avoid being disgraced
By the dog who’s chased him all day
Murder in the Tunnel Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
January 26, 2021
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 kind of outdid myself pouring a bunch in his dog bowl of blue
Now his tongue is out, and he is in no shape for a party.
But he is snoring, sleeping soundly, all hale, happy and hearty.
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
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
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,
Strapped to a plane, how brave is he?
Bungee jumping down Niagara Falls,
Our Beagle abseils, skyscraper walls.
Invited to perform at the Royal Variety show,
But he’s flying with the Red Arrows,
So, unfortunately can’t go.
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