Best Canine Poems
DOG
nose and paws twitching
while running free in dreams…
dogs greet dawn happy
He stares at me with big brown eyes,
Causing me to think of stars in the skies.
He touches my hand with a cold nose,
Reminding me of how gently he goes.
He licks his chops whenever I eat,
Letting me know he’s there at my feet.
He always gets a few tidbits of my meal,
A little gift that lets him know how I feel.
He waits at the front door for me to pull up,
Always excited beyond any other pup.
He jumps up and down, pouncing for joy,
Showing his love as I smile, “that a boy”.
He runs like wildfire after a tennis ball,
Bringing it back to me at an indifferent crawl.
He barks at the tv and howls at the vet,
Giving me pleasure unlike any other pet.
He is a canine who has become a best friend.
There isn’t a doubt he’ll be with me til’ the end.
He creates a powerful pleasure within me,
Something no one or nothing else can free.
He may be a dog, but I think of him so dearly,
There is nothing to describe him very clearly.
He is a blessing, a wonder and a true prize,
Where would I be without the love in his eyes?
dogs in hats and coats
tormented by the squirrels
chattering critiques
John G. Lawless
©11/4/2018
A full one tonight,
a quarter-size of this world,
her white is complete,
inviting me to stare.
No clouds there
to hide her.
Will she bring out
the wolf in me?
Such a canine might,
emerge and amaze, without warning:
dreaded, ferocious, fanged.
Or should I simply smile and gaze?
(14 Aug 2023)
Some dog taught me this,
your head sinks and your butt floats.
It’s called cat paddling!
For “Primal Instinct” contest. And the dog says’ “Oops, My Bad!”
Joyful canine
brandy warm eyes light
intelligent soft and bright
no language so right
dive after the birds
thrilling that they scatter wild
‘cross the azure pond
smiling the while, gay
tail wags the triumphant hunt
struts out the cold wet
Dogs
loyal, friendly
licking, playing, rescuing
companions, sentries, threats, enemies
barking, biting, mauling
mean, mangy
Curs
My Shar-pei's eyes are watching me
With a look of pure disdain
I know she's keeping tabs on me
I wish I could explain
Don't judge me. my ole canine friend
My life's a tad bit hectic.
To walk you now would aggravate
My ulcer's turning peptic
I hide your leash, avoid the door
But still I see you peering
My eyes implore,"Please understand"
But yet I see you leering!
Oh to be judged by fur and snout
Is a fate I do not relish
By choosing not to take you out
My future could be hellish!
If I were to be judged right now
By a jury of my peers
I'd lose the case, take the fall
To a pair of floppy ears
So, "Come on girl. Let's go out"
I'll open up the gate
Take me to the nearest tree
My schedule can wait
Divine and Canine
God
Omnipresent Supreme
Guiding Healing Blessing
Supernatural and Watchful
Obeying, Chewing, Panting
Loyal, friendly
Dog
14th October 2016
From my last flight, I concluded one thing.
Their in-flight food, was fit for a King
Of that, there's no doubt
So I just hollered out,
Here King - Here King!
Love lies languishing
In a state of remorse
Attention is given
As death takes its course
Tears drain the eyes
At the sight of my friend
My heart is breaking
While watching the end
A shroud of sadness
Blankets my soul
Knowing that soon
I'll be digging a hole
Memories of past
Are sadly recalled
The way that he'd run
And chase for his ball
A tail that would curl
And happily wag
Now lies dormant
With sad eyes that sag
The vet can do nothing
As age takes its toll
Just give him comfort
Is what I am told
So he sleeps at my feet
My consumate friend
I'll love him forever
Even after the end
Rockman
His name is Cow. I let him out a little while ago but I don't know if he'll be coming
back in. :-(
1:20 am 6/23/2011
Update: I carried him in at 2:50 am. He died at 3:01 am. I burried him in the early morning light of the 23rd.
Goodbye my friend.
He actually died from the Parvo virus. It's a quick killer and nothing can be done when they get it. Get your pets vaccinated and keep up with them.
The book is closed.
A dog is a knowing creature
he listens and understands,
he reacts to the sound of his Master's voice
or the wave of his Mistress's hand,
and when he is sharing their bedroon
he has learned to understand more,
he needs to know when to stay on the bed
and when to retire to the floor.
He remembers that when there were children
and the house was filled with great fun,
on Sundays soon after their dinner
the kids took him out for a run,
and when they returned sometime later
his owners had always seemed flushed.
If the children asked what was the matter
they smiled, said nothing, and blushed.
Still the bright hoound remembers the signals,
he stored them for all of the years,
that when the Master gets all excited
and the Mistress just perfumes her ears,
his place on the duvet is wanted,
his owners are ready to fight,
but then a change, for it happened just weekly
when it used to occur every night.
From weekly it moved to once monthly
where it stayed for a number of years,
and the Master for his inspiration
just took in a couple of beers.
Now the dog finds it hard to remember
which night he should sleep on the floor,
it's an annual event for the owners,
they don't seem to fight any more.
The Canine Palace in downtown Fort Meyers
is where every chic, rich dog retires
The most posh place around
for worn pug or old hound
Ten grand a week is all it requires
6/8/22
Life Of A Canine Named "Pooch”...
Equally Worthy As Mine
No explanation why,
the following unpleasant memory
shocked this systemofadown human vie
bur rent lee, suddenly, and oppressively
as if...a heavy object
fell from the sky
knocking render yours truly
into a crash test dummy
tail spinning vertigo,
where the soul of this guy
at this moment, when
the following misdeed
occurred well nigh
many werewolf full
moons ago, hence a sigh
leant echo with matthew scott
till he doth die!
Nonetheless, to my
dying day I cannot
forget, nor allow
un paw din nub bull sub woofing,
recollection, yet try as I might ow
(the psychological pain
still rubbed red
dully bone raw),
where ring around
the collar of
this paw - pow
whir fully, doggedly,
grudgingly, now
fines me to em bark
with a shrill bow wow
impossibly (even
incrementally) forgive
thy then girlfriend, now
spouse of approximately
deux dozen plus
years Oh my
DOG - "holy cow"
forsaking the beautiful
faithful, and loyal "purportedly
man's beast friend,"
and ideal chow
mate, upon venting still
smoldering grief
when said wife
egregiously, heartlessly, and
indiscriminately, (though not
deliberately) evoked strife
(cross) be still finds me gnashing,
where emotional grief rife
this closing November 19th, 2018
analogous to a serrated knife
tearing, stabbing, ripping,
and gnaw zee ate
ting lee wreck conning
this melon collie life
of mine, no more valuable,
than a unconditionally loving
creature "put down"
at the Chester County S.P.C.A.
leaving this aging puppy
with an indelible frown,
which sad recollection
unleashes sorrow every noun
and again, which
unrelenting hounding
agony, asper an non
healing wound tantamount
to unsolved killings
haunting ghost town.
Yes, I’m the cute little pooch,
You treat like a substitute child,
Domesticated and to some extent,
By breeding, I’m pedigree styled,
But don’t ignore my ancestral line,
For I still listen to the call of the wild,
And in my heart I’m still a wolf
And this wolf can be easily riled.