Beau Poems - Poems about Beau

Put A Little Passion-Fruit In Those Kiwi's And Bananas... Crabby Apple-ton! While The PAPA-ya MAN-go Does The Wango De-Tango! -Gray Squirrel 06-29-2025...

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I hope you don’t mind, but I renamed your dog, Beau This came from a neighborhood girl I just met; name of Flo. She had escorted my dogs home from a mile away. How she accomplished this I honestly can say. My dogs love children, they will follow them anywhere. If you don’t believe, bring a child here, yes, please...

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Some other people’s dogs bite, snarl and snap like turtles on speed. Our young puppy Beau dances, twirls, and bites his tail as if he’s on weed. The other dog, Buddy, is a gentle giant, over a hundred pounds of love. He was sent to us via a dumping, from angels who live well above. It is no accident...

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Love is alike the green grass of home, in heart and mind where’er one may roam. Quote - Poet’s own Moonlight and roses remind me of you Birdsong in the morning and sunshine too The rain when it falls and soft winds that blow All things are heightened upon the earth’s show Love has changed everything, my darling beau....

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Dogs have gone on a romp This would be okay if I trusted them I know better In seconds they are back They have gone nowhere Curious to see what I am doing Beau licks my notebook Never a good sign I angle it away from his prying tongue He has eaten nineteen notebooks already...

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By the time I get outside my dogs have disappeared I do some violent tapping with my ink pen against a chair Beau, the baby, comes running back to see what it is He licks my knees; he always licks my knees I am relieved, knowing he is not digging under the neighbor’s fence Beau is an avid digger He has...

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___________ The dejected heroine stands up to her beloved’s deceit, suffers a slew of mental states: despair, deliberation, weakness, weariness, and indignation. ______________ Despair writ large in her red eyes, And deliberation otherwise, Weak and weary on waiting, Flames of fire from eyes flaring, Indignant, lapses she in past at last, Now and then oh what a contrast! Then, I longed for a few free...

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My puppy Beau is digging his way to China At the rate he is going, we should fall into Bejiing in a week....

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Born beautiful, bacon breath, Beau, besides being boisterous, basketcase boggles, batty behavior, bounds beyond boundaries, brazen barking bravado, bane of UPS drivers bringing boxes, bowling bewildered brother canine bedfellows, befriending beagles, basking beside bashful basset hounds, belabors begging beef at table, bedazzled by butterflies, bobblehead bouncy Beau, basically befuddled, becalmed by bedtime biscuit, beloved baffling beastie!...

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When You Are Old Poetry Contest Sara Kendrick Yeats' poem describes his courtship that sank With his misconnection he is bitter And he takes digs at his beau's true glitter Alluding that his fire drew her blank He paints a now-and-then picture of her Saying he'd be the one holding her hand Should old age leave her without charm and bland Yet she...

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Our baby is ten months old Today I heard a loud clinking sound in his mouth Chased him around the room Wrestled it out of there It was a pair of eyeglasses One lens was gone I hope they are my readers from the dollar store I have nineteen pairs of them lying around the house. If they were my husband’s bifocals, I...

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My new retriever Beau is intimidated by his reflection Having a considerable fit in an unforeseen direction Barking in earnest at the interloper, ready to do battle. I merely throw up my hands and say “fiddle faddle!”...

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my husband and I love dogs he was totally against paying big money for one I did not care; I wanted a golden retriever so I paid for one actually, ended up with an English Crème retriever an almost white golden he already had a name – Beau so we kept it not realizing he comes to any name my husband calls him Pedro pal,...

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My husband and I have two dogs – Buddy and Beau Buddy is a gentle giant, one hundred and sixteen pounds Beau is an exuberant puppy, licking and chewing, chewing and licking we adore them, they are like giant ponies, galloping through the house Beau will jump from blue couch to recliner to brown couch makes no difference that I...

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puppies sleep eighteen hours a day my dog Beau is snoring away his tummy rising in a cute way releasing gas on this happy Tuesday this to us is perfectly okay he has brought so much joy our way chasing all the doom and gloom gray he is allowed to do whatever he may forever we hope this puppy to stay loving his bark...

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