Best Bloodhound Poems
Dawn breaks over the horizon in a thin, frail line
my large snout presses downward upon the
ragged earth beneath, for I am on the hunt
absorbed in my task, scanning and searching
for that elusive scent that is in my wake.
Like a great detective, I will leave no stone unturned
I am proud of my prodigious nose, finely tuned
precise as a compass, I can detect the rarest
of scents, however miniscule, and will probe
follow that unique smell, to find what is lost...
it is the zenith of my existence.
What, ho! Now, the scent!
My body trembles with the thrill of discovery!
Onward, I go, with eager anticipation
I will not stop until I reach my destination.
Alas, my determination pays off
my master sees the end in sight...
I do not understand his sudden sadness
how he draws back at the scene set before him.
As I nuzzle close to my master
his salty tears drench my face
my doleful eyes seem to comfort him
as we huddle together underneath the dry, hot sun.
Written on 7/1/2019
Death sniffs around
until it finds the heel
works its way up to the throat.
Leaves a wet spot-on happiness and hope.
Two big black snotty holes,
(one from which you came}.
The other where everyone eventually goes.
Death, like a bloodhound nose.
The Bloodhound.
He’s coming, yes he’s coming I know he is
I can smell him I know I can, Oh that bad scent
You’d think he’d stop rubbing himself in it.
But I love him I love him I love him, he is my master
I getting a hint of gun oil now, this means only one thing
Oh joy Oh joy we’re going hunting yes we are I know we are.
Come on what’s taking so long we are going hunting
You know you hate it when I drool but I drool when I’m excited.
Hey, did I just see a tail, I did, I’m sure I did, there it is again
Chase it, run! come on I can catch it, nearly got it faster faster
Oops where did it go, darn it got away again. Why does it always get away in the end.
Oh come on come on, I could pee myself with excitement here.
At last at last here you are, will you kneel down, you need a good lick
I know you moan but at least you smell better when I’ve finished
Come on then where we going today what are we after, can I have some if we get it
I will run all day for you, you know I will cos I love you, you is the man
Where you going that’s not the woods, it’s this way it’s over here look.
Oh gee you’re going to the pickup, I hate the pickup you know I hate the pickup
No!! not the cage!!
I hate you,I hate you, I hate youuuu
You know I get sick, sick sick sick
Please let me stay I feel sick
Are we there yet? we are, Yes, I love you I love you, you know I do, don’t youuuu.
15 July 2019 The Bloodhound
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Morning has risen
the sky is showing off
a bit more enthusiasm than i
with my ears hanging
off the edge of the bed
my worried look shows
through the wrinkles
slumped on my face
i know the routine
a quick kiss on the head
leaving me with the same stain
of faded pink lips as the coffee cup rim
then you mutter i will be back soon
and slam the door behind you
i do my usual
slide out the door
that only i seem to use
and bask in the sun
awaiting your return
it appears you forgot to lock the gate;
i venture beyond the confines
of this chained yard
watching the little girl
just down the street
as she eats candy
in similar shades
of the rising sun
she seems to be alone
i guess she slipped out
through an unlocked door
i follow in a distance
as not to startle her
sniffing out crumbs
of the candy she's left behind
when i hear her faint cries
i stop and change direction
following that sweet scent
a few blocks from our neighboring town
it leads me to a red brick house
with a white weathered fence
people standing there
crying out her name
as they frantically look around
i let out a little yelp
coaxing them to follow me
they hesitate but i insist
you know how persistent i can be
when on the trail of something
i lead them to our part of town
and the little girl with her candy trail
rushes to her mother's arms
they follow me back to our house
as i slip in the gate
they pat me on the head
a bit more enthusiastic then you
and slowly close the gate
i bask in the sun
and wait your arrival
June 28, 2019
The Bloodhound
Pick a title, volume 6 personification
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The Bloodhound
I hate my job.
I am a work dog who can sniff out life and wrongdoing.
I nip at the tired heels in shackles.
I sniffed for the ensnarled and enslaved
on barren southern soil.
I sniff for vulnerable creatures.
My bark is a hoarse moan for blood, captivity and death.
It carries through the Spanish Moss, fields and swamps,
a signal of fear for the panicked prey.
I am ugly with much too much skin
and could stand a face lift.
I am well trained.
Fed raw meat and beaten to obey.
I know the tale of club and gun.
I obey my master.
Best of all, I am treated well for my capture.
Best of all, I have tasted blood today.
7/11/19
Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification - Poetry Contest
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'Bloodhound',
Heartbroken eyes,
Wags furry empennage,
Raises hopeful household, perhaps,
Baffled.
*Traditional Cinquain
2-4-6-8-2 Syllables
First line - title, last line - connects title
I can't wait for the sun to set, but it's taking its sweet old time!
My master takes me hunting for raccoons after dark,
and I’m anxious to sniff out their trail.
A plethora of odors assault my sensitive nose
confusing my brain,
but once I smell my master's coonskin hat,
BAM! We're off to the game with my tail wagging.
I'm excited; and let out a soulful, impatient howl.
Then almost imperceptibly,
dusk drops a curtain of darkness, the moon rises,
and I hear my master's footsteps!
He pats my head with a familiar friendly hand
and a shiver runs up my spine to the tip of my tale.
I'm jumping around, eager to get underway,
when master presses the coonskin hat to my nose;
all other smells slip away
and I concentrate on that one scent alone.
I feel invigorated,
I so enjoy being part of the team!
(Personification)
06,29,2019
Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification - Poetry Contest
1.) The Bloodhound
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
The blanket of darkness hides innocent eyes, powerful allies.
Powerful allies stand guard and set vigilance, musky sweat.
What goes unnoticed , with a strong will forms a pattern.
The groove is carved deeper into the path to follow a dear heart
and bring them back to safety.
Going unnoticed, untracked footsteps are sinking deeper into the
night.
Go hounds , go! Rest not till you find and restore our plight.
The bloodhounds scurry forwards on the track of a scent crunching
through the snow.
Entering through a tent opening our brother is found tied up
while the captors are momentarily away.
Brother , wake up! ....he's in an awful state, gives a smile of
recognition and relief.
He looks half conscious and gives last wishes to his saviours
with his hand on his love's locket.
A few cuts and bruises he has but we are glad he is alive.
How on earth did he survive?
Suddenly, a sound is heard and everyone scurries!
Approaching horses hoofs in the distance..we must move quickly.
Moving quickly we gently but hurringly
place our brother on a sled ,fasten him securely and
steal away into the night.
After several hours of travelling we stop for a rest where it is
safe to revive.
Bloodhound
Sad eyes
Wags his tail
A hopeful sign, perchance,
Confused.
*Modern Cinquain
Off course I avoid you.
Why would I want to be around a blood hound
sniffing around - looking for faults.
I know what and where my faults are
because I keep slipping into the same ones.
You bloodhounds may have good sniffers
but the eyesight not so much...
or you would have noticed
that my faults are not as wide as before.
I try every now and again to stitch them up
to stem the flow of blood.
I've got some bloodhound in me also
that happens to be my biggest fault.
I can see your faults are a bit wider than before
Have you misplaced your needle and thread?
Proud of having in veins Anglo-Scottish blood,
hound is the suitable surname I have earned
for the tireless tracking instinct ingrained in me,
an exclusive pedigree of rare gene manifest in
razor-edge sharpness of a keen sense of smell,
captured by profuse olfactory receptors well.
Unleashed in countryside thicket in the wild
I excel as prized hunter of agile animal blood,
no less accomplished in tracking human scent,
howsoever feeble and distant that might be,
a singular trait that makes me make a mark
tracing criminals as super-sleuth bloodhound.
July 12, 2019
Contest : Pick a title, vol.6-Personification
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Title chosen : The Bloodhound