Best Alsatian Poems
Waterproof Alsatian
Alsatian dog lives under the sea
along with spoon billed turtle
and a dolphin who is normal.
Follow concrete pier into the shallows,
angling down into deeper water
light fading shines no more.
Here they play, special dog with
oily coat swimming and turning eating fish.
Surfaces to breathe, spoon billed turtle
is his friend. Both nature’s odd balls
looking after each other, having fun
with the lonely dolphin.
His kind swam
off leaving him alone. Then came the dog,
waterproof alsatian, looks like a normal
short hair brown and black,
his coat has a thick layer of oil like a duck’s.
He barks and plays but can see underwater
and has a permanently wet nose.
Fish food is his favourite and he sleeps on the current,
floating legs down, tail swinging side to side,
waterproof alsatian in the sea.
As I wonder about with a weary waggling weak tail,
looking for a peaceful perfectly polished place to rest,
since I have no more real relatives,
I seek solace in science as a solely secured
scheme for my soul;yet,peace eludes me,
I was born as a guard dog;
An Alsatian!nosy,nasty and naughty,
When my original flamboyant fine fellow was still alive,
I reigned supreme;swimming,skating and skiing,
we do things in common like twinkling tolerable twins,
Playing at the park with plenty pretty primitive children,
It was a full fun fair and I became a friend to a flaxen ferret,
who harmonized my heroic hard-edged heart with her
nice nifty nature; I fell flat for her,
engrossed in this long lasting leisure or pleasure , then came
one dark dry day that disaster struck which was despicable,
I loss my entire family ,friends and no foe; oh,Frank!
in a careless crash that crushed the car,
Since then,I became hopeless,homeless,helpless and heartless,
Lord!let them live in liberty in life beyond.
CONTEST:"Dog Gone Tales" sponsored by Tanya Harrington
DATE:6-24-2012
She sought refuge in
The backyard shrub;
Dad, there is an Alsatian in the shrub;
Armed with pebbles
I chased her away.
Dad, that Alsatian is back,
I armed myself with pebbles
Second and third,
She fled.
Fourth time i retraced
My confused fear and anger,
I gave her food;
She did not eat;
On return, she had eaten.
Dad, that Alsatian is sitting
On the couch, telly staring;
Get out of here, I shouted,
She went out obediently.
Lost Alsatian, the advert read;
She sits on couches,
Stares telly.
Pretty left me four
Beautiful pups, she is nowhere
To be found:
Oh, my Pretty Alsatian,
Where are you?
I miss the security and fondness
You brought me!
Bula, beloved childhood Alsatian
easily outran Aunt's Dalmatian
both guarded our front door
when street gangs were at war
like soldiers, they assessed situation ~
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Placed : 10th
Sponsor: Christopher Delegans
April 26
Looking skywards, the Alsatian’s eyes glinted for a split second, connecting to a piercing sun ray.
The ray beamed onto dried semen ammonia. Hot dog breath puffed from his nostrils, onto my bare arm.
He sprung next to a sweating succulent, where a tiny kruisbessie leaf quivered human sperm cell display, in a whimpering breeze.
This was a filigree second, in a day of twenty-four hours times twenty-four hours.
Next the Alsatian’s back muscles rippled.
Coarsely-soft black-brown hair along his spine needled up. Four other police dogs whelped in frenzy. He gave a whip snort-sniff, then one sharp bark of achievement.
Wolf ancestry pupils dilated, penetrating that of his handler.
Time, matrixed into bruised, scratched body was a figment, my cells metabolising light and raw earth like the fragrant koppie bushes. Detective voices sliding sediment rock were parachutes opening, falling, dissipating __the helicopter an incessant mozzie.*
“Hy’t dit gekry.” **
The Alsatian with his helper dogs found the evidence of a brutal ripping of my young teen daughter’s virginity, by an impoverished farm worker, on a rugged hill in the Little Karoo.
THE ALL partnered with dogs for humans.
from my loins, a jewel
God connected sun with earth
violence, a teacher
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*mozzie : slang word for mosquito
** “He’s found it.”
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This lifetime’s moment is etched into my evolving DNA as experience. The power of seeing an Alsatian’s eyes connect in radar, with the heavenly Sun, directing him to dried semen on a delicate fynbos* leaf was astounding. Instant perception was one specific gift during great trauma. I chose this unrepeatable moment as it emerged from memory when I read the contest details.
No line was hard to write, though I shed a couple of stagnant tears.
I deleted how I was able to access the best sniffer dogs in the country, the Alsatian and his handler being flown in from another city. I deleted contextual details about the time.
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*fynbos : fine sweet smelling bushes, some producing small flowers, indigenous to South Africa. Rocky koppies are often covered with them, making this type of hill challenging to climb.
PLACED NINTH : Premier Contest
Sponsor: Daniel Henry Rodgers
Feb. 26