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Beagle Street by Reese, Denver
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Fickle-Foolish-Footles - Man's Best Friend

Overweight Terrier:
   Porky
   Yorkie
Un-cool Terrier:
   Dorky
   Yorkie

Spaniel dog breeder:
   Cocker
   Stocker
Parrot who mimics a Spaniel's bark:
   Cocker
   Mocker
Book on how to care for Cockers:
   Spaniel
   Manuel
Originally from England, a well-rounded Spaniel stays in shape by playing:
   Cocker
   Soccer
Then showers and dresses by its:
   Cocker
   Locker

Dachshund headgear:
   Weenie
   Beenie
Grouchy Dachshund:
   Meany
   Weenie
Proportionally, male Dachshunds have:
   Teenie
   Weenies
(But size isn't everything)
Dachshund making critcal life choices:
   Eenie
   Weenie...

Lassie was a level-headed dog and never engaged in:
   Collie
   Folly
Reared in a loving environnment, she was a rather:
   Jolly
   Collie
Bred in the capitol city of NC, making her a:
   Raleigh
   Collie
To commemorate her frequent (and often rowdy) visits to N.O. a streetcar was renamed the:
   Collie
   Trolley

Snoopy immigrated to the States but alas, was found not to be a:
   Legal
   Beagle
Thus he was deported back to England but was promptly knighted by the Queen becoming a:
   Regal
   Beagle
Now a celebrity, he even had an entourage of nubile young female beagles named:
   Snoopy's
   Groupies
Eventually, he met his soul mate, married her in Westminster Abbey and it is rumored that they engaged in numerous and somewhat kinky sessions of:
    Snoopy
    Whoopie




Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013


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DOGGONE

There was a dog owner named Mark Whose beagle would constantly bark The neighbours would moan They’d steal Benji’s bone And toss it away in the park 18th February 2016


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016


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My Long Lost Friend

He was my best friend
His name was Snoopy
He was a beagle
My favorite pet.

I got him on Christmas day
He was just a little pup
I loved him so much
Then God took him away.

He was out hunting 
He never came back
He was gone 
Just like that.

I wonder every day
Where is he
Alive or…
Dead?

I still miss him so
I cry at night
Missing him
Missing him.  




Copyright © Lindsey Pritchett | Year Posted 2005


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SUPER CHIEF

An Indian chief, named Bold Eagle,
Once lived with his faithful old beagle.
He maintained his station,
Without reservation,
In a style that was in tents, but regal.       


Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005


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Tag You are It

When I die, will you wail and cry?
Or grin and do the dance of the Beagle?
Will you touch my skin to feel cold setting in,
As my blood is congealing.
Will you raise my lids to view pupils wide
verifying my organs stopped working?
Now on the phone, will you pretend to sad moan,
While holding in a giggle and wriggle?
As I float to my deserving place,
My spirit cannot inform you, my Beloved’s face.
You will follow me as if we’re tethered.
By infection I was claimed, no visuals to say, 
that you shouldn’t have touched me at all.
 


Copyright © Kieran Pavlick | Year Posted 2012


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A PEANUTS CHRISTMAS

Poor, poor little Christmas tree, why would Charlie Brown pick thee,
From all the others evergreen, dried out and such a prickly pine,
He must have seen something special in you, that no one else could see,
A silent spark of holiday magic, hidden deeply within this tiny sapling!
Proudly Charlie took in his prize, to show his friends at school
But all they did was frown at him, and asking why, did you pick
This miserable thing, one even called him a block head!
So the boy left taking his found treasure with him, I’ll
Decorate you myself, and a bulb of red did he place upon
Its single fragile limb, and the weight of it alone made it
Sag, and droop, then Charlie Brown was heard to say
Out loud their right, I am a block head, as he walked away!
But his faithful friend heard him, none other than his pal
Snoopy, and felt sorry for this poor, poor little Christmas tree,
Behold all the others came next one by one, all those
Whom Charlie Brown called his friends, and finally
The Christmas spirit reached out to them!
In a circle of friendship each gathered heart and hand,
Singing in tandems choirs the praises of this wondrous
Seasons of miracles!
With hope and love all things are possible, as the children
Sang the tree was renewed, and this feeble example of alpine
Spruce turned into a tall stately Christmas tree!
Within the school auditorium later that night, the children
Staged the story of Bethlehem, and the birth of the king
Of kings!
Charlie Brown’s treasure took centers stage with it’s
Twinkling lights shining, and the decorations gleaming,
On its tip tops highest branch, an alumina star reflected
All the colors of the brightly lit tree, no more just a dried
Old reject from the village tree lot, but a sparkling
Masterpiece, renewed by the hope and love of children!
Afterwards the stage went silent, the tree was left alone
Once more, but Snoopy came and brought it back to his
Canine domicile and celebrated in grand holiday style!
All the children came for a final Christmas Eve Christmas
Carol, and even Woodstock joined in whistling to the
Tune, as Snoopy howled in a gentle beagle sounding,
As the tree branches rustled in the chilling December
Winds!
It’s a Peanuts Christmas after all hearts in hands
Gathering around, smiling and rejoicing in the miracles
Of this cherished season, God bless them all these
Our little children!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015


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Sweet Carmel

The taste of homemade Carmel so sweet/ everyone I know desires the treat.

After one night in the kitchen covered/ half the pan gone, next morning discovered. 

 Is it my beagle Lily whom loves any food? / she seems in a hyper beagle mood.

 I know I heard a squeak in the night / a dream ? No, for low was the kitchen light.
           
 T'was my husband, for he can't resist/ soft , buttered brown sugar , a Vanilla twist.
           


Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013


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Rouging of the Lamb B

        Sweet Mother of pearl
struck a ruby eyed reef 
then quickly sank into the deep,
just shy of the cay of life. 
Don't remember much about her,
those that did have long since blown away,
daddy  never had much to say... about the sinking.
Ancient pictures tempered fawn curiosities..
whispered to me that she had sunset red hair
a mother of pearl smile..
diamond chips set deep in lonely eyes...that's about it
    
 Soon after the sediment of death settled,
         "wrecking ball mom"
swung into the salty blue mix... 
Daddy must have been moon rock lonely
because he only saw the soft, silky pretty
not the pyrite heart 
soul licked
by cold, cold fires....
     A much to young, to cuddle a half orphan, kind of bride.
In public her voice cooed ,
"I'll buoy your little sinking heart,
with a million butterfly kisses
chocolate chip all your wishes"...
but in private
she plotted, with steely strap, to carve a granite man 
from a wandering lamb,
who never really needed carving 
only a little gentle kneading
on the potters wheel of life and love.
     I spent a healthy wedge of childhood 
treading a rolling ocean of dorsal fin coldness:
cutting a backyard full of weeds 
with a pair of rusty hand shears,
rescuing favorite toys from the garbage can
staring into plates of things I didn't like to eat.
like asparagus my least favorite "anti-treat".
Everyone would drift into the living room
to frolic away the evening
but I was chained to her electric chair... 
gazing into a saucer filled with those green devil spears..
At times I sat so long the food would harden 
into the face of  mother of  pearl, 
her sweetness trapped between rows of bitter things.. 
a gone forever kind of look in our mutual deadened eye.
    Most of the time wrecking ball mom won the food battles. 
Rarely did the boy under the bed come out on top.
One night I'm sparring with the devil spears... again,
deciding on a whim, to slide them under the table, 
into the willing jaws of my beagle friend.
Chalk one up for the half orphan...right?....Not so fast.
The next day I shuffle home from school...
wrecking ball mom is frothing in the doorway,
wants to show me something..
She quickly leads me under the kitchen table
and to my ,deep green, horror..
there lay a small forest of day old asparagus..
Seems this is the one thing my best friend didn't care for.
This is when I was first introduced to 
wrecking ball's wicked handiwork,
that would often rouge the face and back, 
but cunning enough not to crease or crack the lamb.
wham...wham... 
I saw "hitting stars" for the first time,
wham.... wham.. 
I swear a cluster of explosions went off inside my head..
Carving a man out of a paper lamb 
was a long and painful sort of task.
In a way I felt lucky because, for a moment, 
I thought she was going to rub my nose into the regurgitation, 
Just like the time she rubbed the nose of my best friend for pissing up her new bride carpet.
By the way, daddy (the swing shifter) was oblivious to these rougings ...
its ok daddy your fully forgiven for wearing that rose colored hard hat,
we all must wear it at some point in time-to deflect the offal of life.
       Anyhow, that was many years ago...
doesn't really matter anymore,
I've outlived a few best friends.
the wrecking ball's backhanding and black belting days are over. 
She's silver headed and soft as a plate of over cooked veggies...
Every time I visit, I fantasize about rouging her...
wham- wham
until she sees that same pack of hitting stars...
wham- wham until she cracks...
You know, carve an old step bride 
into an under the sink child.
rub that nose in yesterday's piss in honor of my best dead friend.
Unveil those wrinkled whips disguised as mommy hands,
for the whole rosy eyed world to finally see.
but that fantasy will forever go unfulfilled...god willing..
So instead I offer her an atlantic ocean-cold hug instead.
just like any good, semi-forgiving step man would do.
        
Now, I'm heart deep 
in the meloncholy mist of fatherhood..
To this day, I won't touch asparagus
and 
never never 
rouge the lamb- 






Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2013


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Peanuts Charlie Brown's SNOOPY



My favourite comics is the Peanuts strip
Featuring 'good grief' good old Charlie Brown
Reading it takes me on a pleasant trip
Especially when Snoopy is around

Charlie Brown's faithful beagle is Snoopy
They get along with each other quite well
He can be sneaky when he is ready
Yet, just when and where, you can never tell

When Linus, in one hand, holds his blanket
The thumb of his other hand in his mouth
Snoopy sneaks in, suddenly grabs hold of it
Then runs around, spinning him all about

Yellow Woodstock is Snoopy's feathered friend
He bounces up and down when he's flying
On Snoopy's friendship he needs to depend
He alone knows what Woodstock is saying

Snoopy flies off in his Sopwith Camel
To the skies to battle the Red Baron
They both engage in a fearsome duel
Each trying to outdo the other one 

Snoopy dances around when he's happy
If Lucy is close by, she must watch out
He would dance up to her very closely
Lean over and then kiss her on the mouth







19/05/2015


Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015


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Bald Eagle

Bald Eagle

I am rowing my boat along Crimson Locke
Up high near the top of a crevice of rocks
My loyal companion does see a long beagle
Which we both then see is a nest of an eagle.

The eagle does turn and thrust its beak into its nest
Watching its young while they are all at rest
The eagle is a proud mom and spreads its proud wings
She’s protecting the young of how her love sings.

She’s gracious of beauty of all heavenly birds
God is out watching and talking of heavenly words.

The bald eagle soars up through the sky
To hunt for food to feed their young
So they can survive and not have to die.

God is protecting all living things
He gave the bald eagle majestic wings.


Written: July 13, 2014
Theresa Marie Hummingbird


Copyright © Theresa CW | Year Posted 2015


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Bambi and lily

   Who would have guessed/ the love carried for a beagle no less

   Lily howling at the moon/ with ears long as her toes our coon

   she gave birth to Bambi with no tail/ jack a be , 3 yrs later she is ours still

   no describing the love for our girls / dressed in pink shirts and curly frills

   the girls don't like when we leave home / they show us for leaving them alone

   the pillows torn and howling non stop / we love our girly beagles until we drop


Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013


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A Beagle Named Sniffer

The beagle with a brown tail really stood out
for his high intelligence and good behavior; 
he looked up to me as his rescuer and savior,
he was well-loved by me, he had no doubt.   

I sought a related name for his sniffing cognition, 
" Sniffer " seemed the perfect one I deemed;
very remarkable was his sensory perception,
I was stunned by this beautiful and gifted breed.   

Out into the empty baseball field we often went,
I threw my hard ball and he caught it instantly;
I sat down and he ran to me breathing heavily
and licking my face, he smeared it with his scent.

The beagle with a long brown tail was rarely quite;
he had gorgeous eyes more brilliant than a lapis stone;
they winked and shone while I fetched his cookie bone...
many afternoons we chased rabbits to beguile time. 


Entered in Laura Loo's contest,
" I Love My Pets "
Written on 1/ 24/2016

 
   


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016


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Baseball Trash Can Cats Vs Downtown Stray

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Here we are fans this fine summer day,
to watch Trash Can Cats, versus Downtown Stray.
The field is grand in this deep wooded glen,
pitchers are warming up in the bull pen.

Pitching for the Cats is Crazy Legs Lynx,
his pitching fast and usually sinks.
Throwing for Strays is lefty Greyhound,
he’s tall and lanky but throws very sound.

Dogs take the field, Manx cat at the plate, 
the balls streaking by, he’s swinging too late.
Three strikes he’s out, Greyhound’s having a day,
the Bobtail cat will be next up to play. 

First pitch is low, ump calls it a ball,
the next one’s inside, a very close call.
Greyhound next pitches a ball with great speed,
Bobtail cat swings, bat up to the deed.

High into the air the baseball did soar,
Rocky Retriever swift ran to the chore.
Over the fence it finally had spun,
Cats have the early lead zero to one.

Sam Siamese next hit to first base,
Billy Beagle was right in his place.
Tagged Sam Siamese, out by a snout,
going to be a tough game without a doubt.

Black Bombay was next to at bat,
this was a dangerous black batting cat.
Greyhound threw three balls, speed lighting fast,
Black Bombay cat was not long to last.

Ok fans, Trash Can Cats take the field,
Downtown Stray, the bat skillfully to wield.
First up at bat will be Pauly the Pug,
he’s a bit short but oh boy can he slug.

Crazy Legs Lynx lets a ball go,
Pauly Pug drew back but was a bit slow.
The next ball was placed for Pauly just grand,
Pauly bunted, on first base he did land.

Freddy Fox Hound will next take at bat,
eyeing the pitcher he’ll cream that fast cat,
The next pitch did come blazing toward him,
curving left to right his chances were slim.

The crack of the bat and off the ball went, 
into left field the ball, quickly, was sent.
Left fielder Maine Coon cat ran for the ball,
Pauly Pug on first base never did stall.

Pug rounded the bases, a cloud of dust,
running for home plate, as he knew he must.
Russian Blue cat was catching home plate,
Maine Coon cats throw just a bit late.

Pauly Pug crossed the plate, the score was tied,
Freddy Fox Hound gave that ball quite a ride.
The next two Stray batters went down in smoke,
an epic baseball game, this is no joke.

The afternoon wore on, battle royal,
both teams competing with highest moral.
Pitchers dueling in highest degree,
all of their skill for everyone to see.

We come at last to the bottom of nine,
Trash Can Cats now weren’t doing so fine.
The score in the ninth still tied one to one,
if Downtown dogs scored the game would be done.

Springer Spaniel up to take his turn,
three times passed Spaniel that fast ball would burn.
Dan Dachshund followed, next in the order,
three pitches all strikes, right on the border.

Bulldog next up, last hold out of hopes,
with slow confidence, to the plate he lopes.
Bulldog practices a swing, thunderous might,
set not to go home a loser tonight.

Stepped to the plate, gave the pitcher a glare,
planning a hit with no mercy to spare.
The first pitch a blur no chance for a swing,
went so fast, he didn’t see the darn thing.

Next pitch was low and they called it a ball,
he stepped off the plate, the pitcher to stall.
Here came a pitch it curved to inside,
Bulldog took a big swing, losing his pride.

Then two more balls were to follow that day,
three balls two strikes on the count they would say.
Next pitch coming, he could see the darn thing,
he reared back and gave his most vicious swing.

The crack of the bat shocked even him,
the Trash Can Cats future now looked dim.
Howe Himalayan cat ran at top speed,
so hoping to catch this game winning deed. 

The crowd were all standing, waiting to see,
the out come this blast from Bulldog would be.
The ball flew so high, then began to fall,
finally landed way over the wall.

The crowd gave a cheer and shouted as one, 
the Downtown Stray had successfully won.
Both teams met in the middle of the field,
shaking of hands, their friendship was sealed.


Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©


Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2016


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Regal Beagle

There once was an Arkansas beagle
Though quite common, registered legal
But when it would rain
The throne he would reign
As if thinking himself so regal


   Feb 18 2016  an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016


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Kids Gotta Love Funny Doggie Footles

Dachshund headgear:
    Weenie
    Beenie

Frankfurter for a Dachshund:
    Weenie
    Weenie

Grouchy Dachshund:
    Meany
    Weenie

Un-cool Terrier:
     Dorky
     Yorkie

A Terrier who pigs out too often might become a:
     Porky
     Yorkie

Spaniel dog breeder:
     Cocker
     Stocker

Parrot who mimics a Spaniel's bark:
     Cocker
     Mocker

Book on how to care for Cockers:
     Spaniel
     Manuel

Originally from England, a well-rounded Spaniel stays in shape by playing:
     Cocker
     Soccer

Then showers and dresses by its:
     Cocker
     Locker

Lassie was a level-headed dog and never engaged in:
     Collie
     Folly

Reared in a loving environment, she was a rather:
     Jolly
     Collie

Bred in the capitol city of NC, making her a:
     Raleigh
     Collie

To commemorate her frequent visits to New Orleans, a streetcar was renamed the:
     Collie
     Trolley

Snoopy immigrated to the States but alas, was found not to be a:
     Legal
     Beagle

Which of course drove:
    Snoopy
    Loopy

Thus he was deported back to England but was promptly knighted by the Queen becoming a:
     Regal
     Beagle

Now a celebrity, he is blessed with an entourage of young beagle admirers named:
     Snoopy's
     Groupies


*Submitted for The Funny Kid’s Poem Contest sponsored by Team Poetry Soup



Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015


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She Soon Became Ill

She Soon Became Ill

She soon became ill
From doing things illegal;
Again never will.

Why be illegal
Looking like a bright beagle;
Frantic flying eagle.

For words we were lost;
How much will her torch have to cost;
Keep warm from the frost.

Do take an aspirin
When from headache have suffered;
Be sure is buffered.

Trump had an idea
Which was bright but he forgot
To turn on the light.

Oh, go ahead and laugh for a
while so homeostasis will take 
care of all the cases when you
start letting them shine in.

Jim Horn

I am learning a lot from reading
"Undeniable" written by Bill Nye
the great science guy. If he should
add great to his name, his name
would really sound great. Is that
a theory, idiom or cause and effect?
Which one wanted you can select.
Will you always wonder why the 
lightening and thunder struck Trump 
with a striking glance if you haven't
glanced lately causing hair to turn 
orange. So orange you going to write
another poem about it?
.


Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017


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My Best Pal

My Best Pal

My very best pal is a hairy ole' guy.
His breath is so bad, it bring tears to my eyes.

Mexican music he really adores ;
though he lies, not dances on all of my floors.

He's happy go lucky,
and smiles all the time.
he has no money, not even a dime.
For why would he need it,
when he is the boss.
And I, just his servant,
pleasing him at all cost.

My pal is a stinky ole' Beagle, you see ;
I dearly love him, he tolerates me.


Copyright © Gail Blakeley | Year Posted 2010


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Dog Day Footles

WET POOCH
Soggy
Doggy

A SLEEPY BEAGLE
Droopy
Snoopy

PEDIGREED DOG
Real Fine
Canine

NOISY LITTLE ANKLE-BITER
Yipper
Nipper

A DACHSHUND WITH A SHINY COAT
Sheeny
Weeny

A COURAGEOUS DACHSHUND
Moxie
Dachsy

A DISGRUNTLED LABRADOR RETRIEVER
Crabby
Labby


Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013


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Love Attack

I'm having a love attack.

I cannot function and that's a fact.

On your loving I want to be munching.

I never knew that anyone could have me like that.

I'm having a love attack.

All I can think about is that I love you

And my skies are the darkest hue of blue

All I my mind can register is that your love

I honestly do treasure. My love for you

No instrument can measure. I want you

To attack me with your love. You are the

Only one I can think of if I wasn't haven't

A love attack I would fly to you like an eagle

But I'm crawling around here like a helpless beagle

Damn I never felt like this before only you I adore

I don't want to feel like this anymore. My heart is

Sore if I had energy I would soar to the highest

Heights so that I could get you my love kite. I

Dream of you all day and night. I'm having a massive

Love attack. I can no longer function and that's

A fact. I want your love to come back to attack me

And defribilate what I thought was a mistake and

The feeling I used to hate. A love attack does not

Feel good. Its more than about relations. It's about

Your patience and the time we spent together. I

Must say I didn't appreciate it then but now I know

Better. This love attack I'm having I don't want it

Back but I want you. There is no one else I want

And this statement is true. I want my skies back

Sky blue. I want my heart clear and the only way

I can have that is for you to be near. You are the

Love attack cure. I hate these symptoms of your

Love I am a true victim. I'm having a love attack.

That's a fact. I want to you back,and that's that.

 

1-27-11


Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2011


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One Hunch Of A Tale

My cousin owned a beagle,
A horny ol' dog;
He hunched everything in sight,
Even a hollow log

I looked out on the lawn,
What do you think I'd see?
That peanut-head canine,
Hunchin' on a tree

Hunchin' on a bicycle,
Hunchin' on a car;
Hunchin' on a porcupine,
Oh, what an awful scar!!

I woke up one morning,
Squeaks echoed through my head;
And wouldn't you believe,
He was hunchin' on my bed?!

He never rolled over,
Shake, fetch or beg;
But he could work up a sweat,
On the shin of your leg

One day I had enough,
I called my cousin on the phone;
I shouted loud and clear...
"He's hunchin' on a bone!!"

That's when I realized,
Milk and oil will never mix;
Once again I shouted out...
"Why don't you have him fixed?!!"

My cousin then replied...
"You know that ain't no good!"
"It wouldn't be right,
To take his manhood!"

One day we went fishing,
The sun was facing south;
That silly ol' hound, 
Started hunchin' a cottonmouth!

He took a fatal bite,
The snake struck him again;
Before we blinked an eye,
He bolted in the wind!

Deep within the forest,
Searching frantically;
We found our horny friend, 
As dead as he could be

The moral to this story,
Be kind to your pet;
If you're not a breeder,
Please call your local vet!






 





Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2010


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A Day At The Park

Listen to those birds
Flapping their wings
I love listening to them sing
Children there laughing 
While on a swing
Woman proposed to
With a beautiful ring
Little girl climbing 
Up on the slide
Boy on the monkey bars
Fell, but he tried
Beagle chasing a cat
The cat was so slow 
Because he was so fat
Almost got hit
Would have gone splat
Kids were screaming 
On the merry-go-round
Held in so tight
As they went around 
Others playing hide n seek
Waiting to be found
At the picnic table
Kids began to munch
They were quite 
A curious bunch
A dad was showing his son 
How to fly a kite
Was full of colors
Beautiful under the sunlight
Mom was walking
With her little girl
Her hair was full
Of little curls
She had an ice cream cone
Vanilla with chocolate swirl
They finally were sleepy
Went home and sat
Right on moms lap
Fel asleep, took a long nap

6/19/14


Copyright © Country Girl48 | Year Posted 2014


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simple time thought haiku

rocks thrown in a creek
beagle barking happily
lemonade in hand


Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015


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Magic Girl

Mindful and true, the Lord brought us a feminine jewel. 
An angel exalted with her perfuming personality.
Golden auburn hair glistens with poppies and marigolds.
Intellectual and direct are notes from her piano soul.
Cooking is one of her classical talents I sure miss.

Guarding her side is her Beagle Terrier mix, Ody.
Introspective, she questions and has glorious truths.
Regal, she is like a fairy tale princess from the past.
Lovable--all are captured by her bountiful beauty.

July 13th 2016

Dedicated to R.K. I think of her as a daughter of mine.


Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016


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Buster Boy

Two years together have flown right by,
Growing and sniffing the entire country side,
I'm still waiting for the day when you don't get sick on the way,
especially  with how happy you are for a Sunday's slow drive-away,
You've put your weight on,
and jump pretty high,
Especially when the milk bone is gonna get inside.

I have to say that you make me feel good,
You want nothing but some love,
or a gentle pet on the back,
a little more room with me to take a nap,
I wonder if you know how much room you actually take? 
for my Beagle Buster Boy snoring away! 
I would never think it would  be that much too,
But then again it feels absolutely great sleeping next to you,

Nothing against the cats in the room,
If that's your thing,
I get your grove, 
But for the money give me a dog,
One which is brown and spotted with white,
one with floppy ears that almost hits the floor and drag at night, 
A hound of some type,
Preferably a Beagles,
They love to hang out,
on the porch,
outside all the day,
sitting loyally,
knowing something will drop on the ground to eat.... 
Right there at his buddy's feet. 

 

 
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Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015


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Up, Up and Away

There once was a beagle named Regal
who lived with a man who was feeble,
when the pup, he did scare
the dog flew through the air,
up, onto the mahog'ny table!



Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011