Best Bulldog Poems
It was not long ago
By the reck'ning of things
You were yet a wee one
Yet under our wing-
Now you have grown up
Like snow follows Spring -
Now you're a Mother,
All Mothers must sing.
All Mothers must sing,
Though not always with voice;
'Tis a matter of Truth,
Not a question of Choice.
They sing with their hearts
They sing with their souls
They sing while they're young,
The sing when they're old.
All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
Must sing,
Some sing but a whisper,
Some make the walls ring.
They know that they hold
The most Precious of things;
So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
Must sing.
They sing with their smiles
With their hearts and their sighs,
They sing us to bed
They sing as we rise;
They sing in response
To our smallest of cries
All with the brilliance of love in their eyes.
So from now to the time
You are grey just like me
Darling, sing to your babes
As I sang to thee;
They shall grow to be kind,
To be honest and true;
They shall grow to be Wonderful,
Just like you.
All Mothers must sing
All Mothers must sing
All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
Must sing;
Some sing but a whisper,
Some make the walls ring;
They know that they hold
The most Precious of things;
So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
Must sing,,,,
Categories:
bulldog, baby, childhood, daughter, growing
Form:
Lyric
No challenge stops her
stance is set
shoulders squared
She needs no reassurance
no protective arm
What she wants
is what she wills
she harbors no illusions
No man will tell her
what to do
She has lain out
her own way
and swept it clean
No distraction is allowed
to interfere
Her goals are set
and bannered, waiting
for distant days
She will claim them all
in triumph, never doubting
Small of stature
great of heart
she turns to face the wind
Gentle as a running stream
Unyielding as a diamond
She acknowledges
the difficulties
then passes through
No lie accepted
no truth denied
She scans the road ahead
weighs its options
gaze sure and steady
Fears are felt
then disregarded
She does not move back
she sets her grip upon
each thing she wants
Her goals must surrender
to her determination
A child in years
an elder's wisdom
sits upon her brow
Discouragements will bring no change
a mountain of resolve
Seasons change
worlds revolve
she sees it through
The end in sight
stays in sight
Such nobilities
within my child
humble me
Her father frets for her
but can never fear
This is my little bulldog
holding the world
by its pantleg
Naught that she needs escapes her
what kind of fool would try
Categories:
bulldog, daughter, father, hope, love,
Form:
Senryu
I've been released and free to roam.
You are so wrong, I'm not alone.
I'm glad you read, all that I write.
You mock my work, that's not real bright.
Not very original, your words they lack.
Once again, you're on my back.
Hypocrisy here at it's best.
Your game is weak, you surely jest.
I'm glad I inspire, you finally write.
Once a month, I'm sure gets tight.
Deliver the heckles and send the troll.
You leave a stench as you play your role.
You huff and you puff, trying to blow the house down.
The jokes on you, you're on hallowed ground.
I've been laughing and giggling the live long day.
Stroll back home, that's where you should stay.
Categories:
bulldog, anti bullying, hilarious, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Swings and hides in the kangaroo court.
The bulldog drops him with one report.
He struggles and fights to stay on his feet.
His fancy footwork skips every beat.
Bob and weave, stick and move.
He floats like a kangaroo with no groove.
Pathetic and weak and nothing original.
He hides in the bush like an aboriginal.
Come on sparky, show me something new.
Are you tired of the bulldog beating you black and blue?
A kick in the rear is what you need.
Your sorry punches are lacking speed.
You think you’re cool with your big mouth.
True north is where I am. You’re going south.
You’ve got no power to your punch.
This Bulldog eats Kangaroos for lunch.
Categories:
bulldog, anti bullying,
Form:
Rhyme
Ellington, Ellington, bulldog of mine.
How dare you have the sensitivities so fine?
I’ll get to Grandma-sit you just this one time.
I’ll dress you in robes of purple and lime.
Ellington, Ellington, do your one big trick.
Waddle over here and give me a lick.
You may be the only grandchild I’ll have.
Do you need more of that ointment or salve?
Ellington, Ellington, U-tube dog star,
You have stolen our hearts. Have come so far.
Yes, come over and sit with me, my dear.
Are your teeth straight? Can we lose the headgear?
Ellington, Ellington, you make me smile.
For you I will dance an inner mile.
I am your grandma, and you are my dog.
Here’s a plate of steak, now don’t be a hog.
Ellington, Ellington, Mom and Dad are home.
Get back here this instant. Please do not roam!
Ellington, Ellington, keys in the lock.
Get back in this room, and please do not squawk!
Categories:
bulldog, dog,
Form:
Rhyme
Bill Bulldog was our gorgeous British Bull Dog. We were so lucky to have Bill in our lives for eleven wonderful years. Bill was like no other dog we ever had before. A gentle boy ~ a character! My granddaughter was always scared of dogs, but adored Bill, for to her he wasn’t a dog ~ he was a ‘Bill’.
A face only his Mother could love and she did
Bill bulldog was his name
Bill was a character
Bill was adorable
Bill knew it ~ he was such a Diva
Bill had so many facial expressions
blinking his eyes rapidly – Bill’s pathetic look
jutting his jaw forward – Bill’s naughty look
tossing his head in disdain – Bill’s diva look
bounding toward you whilst running sideways ~
Bill’s ‘get out of my way look ~ I don’t think I can stop’
Bill on rising would roll on his back ~ legs in the air ~ rocking from side to side
as if welcoming a new day ~ you could almost hear him shrieking with glee
Bill loved all homosapiens for what they might have in their pockets
Bill was always on the lookout for treats
Bill ignored other dogs – never thinking he was one
Bill’s snoring kept me awake – stereophonic sounds with hubby joining in too
as he aged Bill became a late riser
needing gentle persuasion to go for a pee
aghast that we had woken him at such an unearthly hour
Bill’s fierce demeanor was a mask he wore
to hide his loving character
Bill would lick you to death
Bill loved to lick
but licking his food was not something Bill did
Bill would gulp it down at the speed of light
Bill was our handsome Boy
Bill was a ‘one off’ – for when they made Bill they broke the mould
Bill was unique
Bill was our Boy
Bill brought us so much laughter and tears
Bill I miss you so…
Written 30th July 2019
3rd PLACE
Contest: Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 – List
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Contest Strand Pick 5
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Categories:
bulldog, character, dog, happiness, love,
Form:
List
The Bulldog Gets Married
The day is perfect:
Sunlight gold
Sapphire blue
The skies smile down upon us
Silence rings with joy.
She too, stands perfect:
Her Beauty pure
Her dress like snow
Swirls about her flawless youth;
The quiet music starts.
Together we walk
Hand in hand,
Stone by stone
Her future waits before us,
Shining in the sun.
She who won my heart
Rules his today;
There he stands,
Ablaze with love and honor
Watching our approach.
The final end of Childhood comes
As with one kiss
All is sealed
With public vows and rings
All who witness much approve.
The photographs
Are duly taken
The friends all laugh in love
As my daughter rules her Day
With not the slightest show of effort
The Past enfolds the Present
As we lift each glass and toast
We all accept our Futures
As the sun smiles on us all,
Enfolding us in light
Shared memories fill
The festive air
The dying Summer
Stretches out in languid Peace
To make this Day Eternal
Yet even Eternities end,
Making way for others;
The Forever light of Childhood
Yields to Infinite Adulthood, that to Age,
On into the starry Night approaching with the shadows...
Pair by Pair
The guests depart
The Couple leaves to start their Life.
The silent Wheel turns ever on,
Bearing us upon its rim.
So she who owns my heart
Leaves holding his;
All is as such things should Be.
A Summer dies, a Fall begins;
The Quiet rains around us.
A Forever Day, this Day;
A piece of What Will Ever Be:
Love and Laughter
Wrapped in gold and sapphire,
In a Silence that rings with Joy.
Categories:
bulldog, beauty, daughter, emotions, father
Form:
Rengay
Face flush with cold,
She comes, wind laughing at her back
Across our threshold once more,
In moments it is as though she'd never left.
Every room brightens with her Prescence.
She moves here and there in her easy ways,
Dispelling discontents with artless word as drops of oil
Disperse across a still lake
She is fully unconscious of her gifts,
So they radiate from her with undiminished power.
Now, exhausted from relentless work and scholarship
She lies asprawl on her old bed,
Dear old cat cradled in one arm,
Cooing softly in her sleep like a dove,
Just as she did when small,
Eternal yesterdays ago.
What can I do with that,
Save retire to my own room and glow?
Categories:
bulldog, childhood, daughter, family, love,
Form:
Free verse
In late on a late night from a long journey,
Barely in the door
She's telling funny stories of her own misfortunes.
The comedy of errors that harried her homewards.
The young woman who will always be our child
Has the lot of us laughing
When we should be asleep
At things that would've driven others
To fury or despair
But those have no hold on her,
Because bulldogs don't give up -
They just hold on.
So now she's holding on again -
A new grownup
In a too grownup world.
Schooltime's over;
Lessons are now born from living.
- But that's all right,
Because biting down, holding fast
Is what she does -
She's gonna chew this bone too,
The tough white bone of adulthood,
Down to a pile of fine, digestible dust
She'll make it all her own
The while she works it.
Categories:
bulldog, daughter, family, happiness, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Showed her the Chocolate Cake Shot.
She downed it like Life:
All business with her pleasures.
Categories:
bulldog, daughter, life, philosophy,
Form:
Haiku
Mark nicely protects us all like a guarded bulldog on the prowl.
1/8/2021
Contest: Tease a Friend Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
Categories:
bulldog, dedication, friend, fun,
Form:
Monoku
The bulldog said to the poodle...
"Wow!"..."What a fancy treat!"
"Today you ain't so lucky",
"I'm the king on this street!"
"Looks like you lost your way",
"Now ain't you clean and pretty!"
"You're 'bout to be a mangled mess",
"My oh my, what a pity!"
The little pooch shook with fear,
He found not the courage to talk;
The bulldog was suddenly whisked away,
As the poodle stood alone on the walk!
Nabbed by the local catcher,
The bulldog lost his might;
He could only sit in silence,
While the poodle shivered with fright!
The dog catcher said to the poodle...
"Today's your lucky day!"
"Judging by the tags on your collar",
"Home's just a block away!"
"Don't be afraid, little fella!"
"No more will you be alone!"
So off she sped with the poodle,
Returning him safely home!
The world's filled with bullies,
Whether it's wealth, power, or size;
The Lord sends His angels to protect us,
While our enemies lurk in disguise!
Categories:
bulldog, faith, fear, lost, dog,
Form:
Rhyme
Old Roxie is dead. She's gone to her bed
Near the drop-off where leaves are decaying.
Yet she rises again from that terrible fen
In a manner grotesque and dismaying.
The grave that we dug, although tidy and snug,
Was too shallow for her to be laying.
So the volatile gas that shot from her ass
(Excuse me for vulgarly saying)
Overexcited, spontaneously ignited
And created a monstrous spraying!
The guts and the hide were strewn far and wide,
Festooning the branches, displaying
Those rotting remains and even the brains
Of her corpse. The crows are buffeting!
There's no consolation for miscalculation,
No comforting words for allaying
Our grief and chagrin for committing the sin
Of the mess for which now we are paying.
Categories:
bulldog, horror
Form:
Sonnet
There is no specific appearance attributed
to the horrifying Boogeyman, he may resemble
Windico or diabolic Krampus; these creatures
are spiteful and like to punish only the good kids.
In my childhood he came around and hunted
my longest nights and alone I started to tremble.
The frightening Boogieman was after the young boys,
he was as frightening as ghosts and gave goosy bumps;
he stalked nice kids who tickled their little chubby bear
at home when their mom was busy styling her frizzy hair.
He came around dusk and peaked in laughing to spot
beautiful children doing their homework by lamplight;
with lots of whims on his mind he got ready to act,
but he didn't know that the Bulldog felt no fright.
He pushed the unlocked door and barged in, then every kid
screamed and ran to the bathroom with a face of white wax;
his groan was a thunder, brave mother swung the long ax...
but the ferocious Bulldog attacked him without being afraid.
The Boogeyman looked too confident, but was overcome by bites
and profusely bled on the chicken floor, he was a defeated fiend;
the watchful Bulldog made sure that he didn't get up and opened eyes:
no mercy for such a monster, justice was done by the kids' best friend.
Categories:
bulldog, children, death, dog, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Bill Bulldog we had named him
with his brindle coloured coat
He had the most amazing face
too many wrinkles for one so young
mischievous, cuddly and full of fun
At first the only sounds he made
that first night all alone
heartbreaking cries
he missed his Mum
He’ll settle soon in his new home
That wonderful scent of puppy
Reminiscent of a newborn babe
His coat so soft just newly grown
I watched in wonder as he slept
A Mum in love with her new pet
His face so handsome like no other
a face that could only be loved by his Mother
so many expressions you would not believe
defiant, pathetic, look at me, can we play
melting my heart each and every day
He always knew when I was down
his insight was spot on
Sitting close, head on my knees
so full of sensitivity
Sending his love into my soul
I slowly emerged from the deepest hole
The traits of a Bulldog are fairly surprising
when you first take a look at his face
So don’t be alarmed even though he looks fierce
as a bad bone would be, so very hard to trace
Only sweetness and light
for my Bill would not bite
though he’d lick you to death that’s for sure
Even welcome a stranger into his domain
but would want him to stay there forevermore
For a Bulldog really loves company
he hates to be alone
but once you are there
he will climb on your chair
licking your face as he welcomes you home
These words they describe him right down to a tee
gentle - loves children - snores loudly like me
can be stubborn, aloof and suffers from flatulence
Some foods requiring total abstinence
My darling British Bulldog Bill
such happy times together
such funny little ways you had
remembering them forever
A ritual witnessed every morn
on waking at the crack of dawn
Rolling over on his back
his four legs held aloft
Bill gently rocked from side to side
as if to say, ‘I’m still alive’
Though sadly now he’s not...
Written 2018 in memory of our darling Bill Bulldog
Contest My companion and friend who never complains
Sponsor Eve Roper
1st Place
Contest Strand Select Q
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
Categories:
bulldog, dog, funny, i miss
Form:
Rhyme