Ay Chihuahua what a hot enchilada
Beguiling in her Dallas Cowboys letterman jacket
Flicker starlight in her eyes angel in beauty
Raven waves of silk long hair
Will torture your soul for just a small taste of her
A girly girl born to embraces her femininity, but a free spirited mujer,
Burning the darkness riding her Unicorn
Through the calm majestic presence of the night
As music follows through the sky with a thirst of her poetry
A woman with lots of passion, sweet wishes, and wings for the night
A Tribute to a lovely person and poetess.
Mujer- Spanish for woman
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016
Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.
As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?
Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.
I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2014
I used to look at your wrinkly hands
And see the veins follow routes like a map
Your fingers shook like a spayed chihuahua on the piano keys
Demonstrating the chord in which I was supposed to play after you
I was thinking instead about the stool we were sharing
How old and fragile the wooden piece was
The green-blue floral padding faded and worn
The chipped, wobbly legs
That creaky sound when you repositioned...
And I was praying it wouldn't collapse under our bodies
Your voice was gentle and calm
Softly pushing me back to my practice
and my fingers played that bright G Chord
“Very good,” You praised with a smile
Your voice so small and lightly faded
But still loving and pleasant
You explained to me arpeggios and broken chords
And I was glad it was you explaining it
I remember yelling at my dad
And throwing a big tantrum over playing “Allouette”
His straight harsh voice cut my fingers off the keys
As he ordered me to pay attention
Watching his hairy fingers demonstrate the left hand
And then the right
Pressing loudly and ramming the song into my every being
And I remembered
I was never concerned about making him angry
I would laugh if he made a mistake in teaching
Or if he stumbled on his words - which was frustratingly rare
I would scream if he corrected me
And yet I was determined for his praise
That he never gave
Your son loved music like you
And he wanted me to love it just like him
In an annoyed kind of way, I obliged
But I would make him suffer for forcing it on me
Even if I couldn't deny it was something I would always love
We never have our piano lessons anymore, Grandma
But I will never forget how you taught me
That stool remains in the room
It hasn't been sat on for days
And it took far more than mere days
To receive from your son…true praise
But that’s okay
I will pray it collapses under his body
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
Dog In A Purse
I have the very best pet, the absolute very, very best
There is no comparison he is better than the rest
Funny story how we met one hot day way out west
He was handed to me in a Prada Purse I must confess
I first thought him a pest but he quickly passed my test
He won me over in 2 seconds or less, oh but his name is a mess...
We named him Prada you see, yah after the purse, so you get it
He is a stud, definitely, all male but his name, yah I regret it
So I call him Pra-Dawg instead of Prada because of my own ego
Yep, uh-huh, he is a Chihuahua but not like any other that you know
He is happy go lucky, loves rubber duckies, isn't nervous and won't relent
He barks at big dogs at the fence, the backyard Prince, he's never tense...
He fetches the ball bringing it back to you, dropping it every time right at your shoe
He has this cute overbite when he chews, and loves to watch the evening news
He is lightening fast but not furious, flying around and so damn curious
He listens, obeys, won't run away, or worry us, he is really just super flus
No matter what he never goes potty inside, not even once has he tried
I am his Master, he is my guide, always and forever Pra-Dawg by my side...
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016
Everywhere I go
My Chihuahua rides with me
In his McDonald's coffee cup
Right next to me on the seat
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
Toro was waiting anxiously at the local
dog shelter, with sad lonely eyes. He paced
back and forth, as the days passed him by.
If I wasn't a little Chihuahua, maybe they
would choose me then. I rather be a strong
German Shepherd, because they always get
picked, and my loneliness, would end.
Oh, oh some people are looking to adopt!
They are walking by my cage, oh no please,
notice me, please stop!
They walked by Toros cage, as he wept and
let out a mournful sigh. His little heart was
broken, as he was not chosen, way deep,
deep, deep inside.
He would start to tremble, from all the
rejection he felt, when he was looked upon.
No one wanted a puppy trembling, thinking he
had something wrong.
The expression, "Every dog has his day."
came into play, on this special day. My wife
Judy and I saw him shaking in his cage.
My wife said. "What's the matter honey are
you feeling cold?" She raised him up and held
him, what a happy boy!
Toro's eyes lit up like the brightest sun. His
tail was wagging, as his heartfelt pain, was
healed and gone.
My wife said, "Michael this one, I have to
have." "A wonderful choice honey." I said.
He wouldn't sit still, as he was full of
excitement, as we were taking him home. His
little heart was pounding so fast as his
anticipation had grown.
He ran out of the car like he had been here
before, and waited for us, to open the front door.
Once inside he met Saranac our cat, and
ran over to meet Lily May our terrier, my wife's
He spends his time given us his loving doggy
licks and impresses us daily with his fancy doggy
My Toro now runs around like he owns the
place. Every once in a while, he gives the
paperboy, a couple of barks and a little chase.
He follows me now wherever I go, and bites
at the flies, that fly around his nose.
Toro brings us so much joy, each and everyday.
" This is your special home, my little friend, where,
you will always stay."
Michael Tor 9/14/2015 My pet, Contest. Sponsored by Broken Wings.
Copyright © michael tor | Year Posted 2015
I stand naked by the mirror
Looking at myself
I look like ummm
Something off a dusty shelf
My ribs stick out
You could play them like a harp
And my eyes bulge out my head
Like a half squeezed Chihuahua pup
My legs they call them lucky
They like two fighting swords
I have the knack of amusing people
With them I even won awards
Now my wife is a total contrast
She’s short, fat and round
It takes me three hours to spread the fake tan
But she still comes out unevenly browned
Just the other day I thought
She threw the duvet over me
But when I opened one eye
I saw it was a crusty bikini
I love to watch her dressing
It makes me shake at the knees
I feel like grabbing a handful of ripples
And give them a gentle squeeze
Driving the car is a challenge
Her ripples stop me changing the gear
And when we walk down the street
We look like a shield with a skinny spear
But to her I’m her half finished pepperoni
To me she’s my fluffy bread bun
We always do things together
I’m telling you, we have so much fun
And now I would like to announce
The arrival of baby number seven
We may seem like the oddest couple
But it’s a match made in heaven.
Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2010
His desire was for a kiss or two
Those eyes danced with a gleam
She turned her head a kiss to dread
Increased his sexual steam
Everyday he wanted to play
French kissing in his dreams
She refused his looks and advance
Those kisses made her scream
Hairy did persist wanting to kiss
The Chihuahua did scheme
While she did sleep he kissed her feet
His eyes now danced agleam
He loved those feet he chanced to kiss
Like Limburger cheese cream
She had rubbed her feet to deter
his feats, she wasn't on his team
Just of fun..
This did not happen but the female Chihuahua
has French kissed my husband while he slept..LOL>>ROTFL
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2016
I've loved Agnes ever since the day that I got her.
She's the closest thing that I have to a daughter.
Since 1990, she's the only female dog that I've had.
When my former female dog died, it was very sad.
I named her after Mom and that makes her special indeed.
Agnes is a full stock Chihuahua dog, that is her breed.
She's special and unique, there can never be another.
Because she's named Agnes, it's like having a small part of my mother.
(Dedicated to Agnes, my Chihuahua dog.)
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2014
Princess is a Chihuahua
With a magical tail
It has secretly lured her
And has her under its spell
Now she wears a collar
Made of white plastic oh so fine
Now her tail walks behind her
And she has nearly lost her mind
She now has figured how
To twist and turn wow
She gets that magical lure
Poor tail how can it endure
Ah! A thought came to me
Turn the collar into a skirt
Now she can't her tail hurt
Cute Ballerina dog be
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
with cat-like slit eyes
lurking near the hen house. . . .
catch a sound in the bushes. . . .
hens can rest easy
a small rat scurries
with that vixen in pursuit . . .
it’s fast-food tonight
song of the desert -
long howls declare “I am here”. . . .
mice and rabbits hide
barking dogs in threes
unlucky mice collected. . . .
live practice for cubs
yippy yippy yip
heard among those happy cubs. . .
the pack starts its hunt
mountains rise up before them. . .
thirty miles to go
in dark night - dog fight
one alone - tail stands erect. . . .
yellow eyes back off
wolf faces grinning
twenty pounds of meat for each. . . .
like one hundred burgers
For PD's Inner Animal Contest:
for fox, coyote, wolf haiku
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
My son called me at work to let me know
Murphy was ill, he didn’t have long to go
Then he called again later in the day
To let me know Murphy had passed away
Tears flowed freely in the afternoon
Guess I never believed he would die so soon
This dog brought joy wherever he went
Unconditional love, a life well spent
Sometimes I look at his picture and smile
Sometimes, alone, I cry for a while
I knew it would hurt when he had to depart
But I can’t understand how it ripped out my heart
Friend stopped me and asked “What’s going on?”
In a barely audible whisper I said “Murphy’s Gone.”
Dedicated to Murphy, my son’s Chihuahua
Who died on May 21, 2010
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2010
There once was a Chihuahua named Hairy
Wispy as air, white his hair, and scary
Like a ghost he'd appear
Quiet, soft as cashmere
Sometimes it seems he's dropped from the aerie
aerie( aer-y or ey-rie) 1. a lofty nest of any bird...2. a house, fortress, or the like. located high on a hill or mountain
Inspired by: Team Poetry Soup
Contest: Funny Kid's Poem Contest
Written: October 09, 2015
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015
Cody was questioning the lettering on the doctor's plaque on the wall..
He asked me to write letters in cursive which I did ...
He said that the plaque's lettering was not anything like cursive..
Then he wrote in cursive "Once upon a time"
I wrote: "there was"
He wrote: "a Granny"
I wrote: "Who had a Chihuahua named Princess"
He wrote: " They were so alike that they both even had the same spoiled look on their face.."
I wrote: " Princess wanted a new coat and a new harness so we went to PetSense to shop..Princess wanted a rhinestone studded harness and a sequined coat..Of course, she got what she wanted its no joke"..Ha!!!Ha!!!Ha!!
Cody came away empty handed..Ha!!!
Just for fun...
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
Something as small as a Chihuahua or a Pomeranian,
or as large as a Mastiff or Great Dane,
is taxonomically classified as “Canis familiaris”.
This domesticated species is man’s companion.
Dogs are found anywhere between Sydney and Ft. Wayne.
They have an ages-old history that is glorious.
Whether they are from a pedigree, or a mixed breed,
man’s best friend is a friend indeed.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
a Mexican breed..
I know it is not this and that...
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
*** I would like to give a shout out to the lovely Scarlett Williams who inspired this
thought... These feelings have been bottled deep inside me for many years and needed to be
released.... Thank you my dear...***
She is devout catholic with a strict religious family...
I met her in college..
Her father was the dean of students....
Could not stand me...
She was pure when we met, it took three months...
I fell deep in love well before sex....
Her mother loved me, her sister loved me even her Chihuahua loved me..
Her father thought I was a dog, which I was.. I am not going to lie....
She changed that about me, caged that animal...
I fell deep in love....
after two years together her father one weekend decided on a motorcycle trip...
His front tire exploded at 70 MPH and he was thrown 150 yards down the freeway...
Nearly died and he lost 45% of his memory...
She was devastated,
I became a stranger.....
I have been through many since and have not found a woman who can
capture my intrigue....
Make me fall once again...
I yearn for that!!!
I meet girls
I NEED a woman
I hold no hatred for her...
She will always hold a special place in my heart...
She changed my life,
brought me into a new world..
I have many fond memories..
Like a picnic in the Oquirhh mountains in S.L.C. next to a spring...
We ate, talked and made love...
It was beautiful...
We had something special...
That was the past and will forever be...
She WAS the love of my life...
I look forward to creating new memories with.............
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010
My family is an old house:
Dad is the fireplace, which keeps us all warm.
Mom is the food, which keeps us all fed.
Paco, the Chihuahua is the television set, which provides us all with entertainment.
Kiki, the cat is the radio in the house, which makes a lot of noise.
My grandfather is the refrigerator, which stores all of our essential needs in life.
My uncle Joe is the propane tank of the house, which stores all the gas needed for the stove.
My Aunt Shana is the door of the house, which lets viewers in.
My uncle Larry is the propane tank filler which feeds the tank the gas needed for the stove.
Lulu, the pug is the carpet of the house, which keeps all of our feet warm
Sweetheart, the pug is the tile floor, which provides us something hard to walk on.
My cousin, Johnathan is the main bedroom, which people look at with awe.
My cousin Eric, is the insulation, which keeps any sound from escaping,
My grandma Eastridge is the walls of the house that keeps it warm.
My Grandpa Eastridge is the shape of the house, which people see first.
I am the foundation and the framework which keeps the house from crumbling
Copyright © Thomas Durham III | Year Posted 2014
Then carefully she pushed the den back door
And stepped into the messy strewn day room
Dog bones, plates, cracker crumbs slung on the floor
All it would take is a few sweeps of broom
But__she was tired just bone tired of cleaning
Picking up strewn this and that, folding clothes
It seemed to be a life of no meaning
Maybe I'll write some polyphonic prose
"She sells seashells by the summer seashore"
That's not mine but maybe I can write too
Chihuahua can't chew gum chewings a chore
Can you write one or don't you have a clue
Now my tireness is gone no memory
Of that worrying about backstory
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
Man and dog, reputed best friends, rise above death’s fears.
With lives on the line, heroes save, minds and hearts in action.
Stories mount across counties where rescuers save many tears.
Not for any gain or fame, but for responsible satisfaction.
A perky little poodle, pretty, adorned in green and gray,
Trapped inside a smoke filled house could not get away.
Firemen forced their way inside in time to save the day.
She squirmed in the arms of safety, well enough to play.
A black and white dog fell through the ice; he was not skating.
The thinly frozen water, his trap, oh, day in Rhode Island.
Rescuers came to save that dog; there was no hesitating.
They quickly warmed the shaking beast and gave a life-saving hand.
A German shepherd gone astray in the Los Angeles River
Stood on a shallow watery ledge, amid rushing waters.
His savior dangled above the scene, without any shivers.
A struggle for life, one bite to the thumb…success never falters.
A candle flame, dog owner out, disaster begins to rage.
Five dogs in Colorado Springs saved while the fire burned.
One Chihuahua crossed the Vail to the great doggie sage.
But with love and a fireman’s CPR, her life was soon returned.
Across the species border, thrives a caring respect for life.
Both man and canine have been willing to sacrifice breath itself.
Facing danger, against raging flames, bravery beyond strife,
A "dobbie" protects her puppies loving her babies more than herself.
The rescuer knew she passed through her fears and did so aptly.
He had risked his life for her and her pups, awareness shone well.
Both man and dog covered in ash with faces gray and sooty,
No bite, but kisses of thankfulness, she gave, so the world could tell.
© January 29, 2011
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011
spring time storms
present with force..
cleaning the air
strong easterly wind
whips tender spring green leaves..
oak's leaves turned
the chihuahua barks
pines sway with the gusts
all weak and dead needles fall...
a dove coos
solid gray skies
weighted with moisture
the gulf falls on Georgia
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
I just can’t leave without saying:
at least bye for now or ‘till we meet again.’
a conventional phrase we always say
to people we’ve met and cared for.
In another country like in Italy,
Ciao o arrivederci is a common cliché
in Spanish they always say, ‘hasta luego’
and in my own language, ‘hanggang sa muli’
As Filipino myself it’s a lovely thing.
to have that courtesy before leaving;
it’s an important gesture, an ethical manner
at least to show a smile or word of thanks.
I remember where I was assigned before,
working with immigrants like those Italians;
some Hispanics, Maltese, Irish and Sri Lankans,
it’s a universal thing to say bye for now.
Then another mission assignment came to my life,
that’s a tough one working at the borderline
that’s between El Paso and a city in Chihuahua
Ciudad Juárez, a place where I lived with Mexicans.
While I study and work at the same time
there’s an element of joy and compassion
I saw how these people like Mexicans
struggled to live and coped with life.
I really enjoyed my relationship with them
I even developed my own sense of freedom
to be creative and compassionate to them
A real commitment, like a song to my ears.
But when that time came that I ought to leave them,
I couldn’t say a word but just a sweet smile,
they understood right away that I’d stay no longer
in our Casa del Migrante, a place of hospitality.
As I was leaving my mission to face another role
in another context, place and working relationship,
some close friends and faithful followers,
organized a party with music and camaraderie.
And I still remember how they spoke about me
saying in a chorus of voices: ‘we’ll miss you,’
that’s a moving experience that even now
I recall those mem’ries so precious to me
that I cherish them all in my heart.
It’s a memorable scenario, a moment of joy
with a cadence of notes unfolding –
un beso de despedida!
though in a short period of time
Copyright © mark escobar | Year Posted 2012
Chihuahua loves cat...
cat's ears sparkling clean
cat can hear a pin
drop on dirt a mile away..
benefits of friends
When I go out on the porch,
the cat and the Chihuahua
have to get in my lap..The
Chihuahua cleans the cat's ears
every time..The cat's ears are sparkling
Written July 5, 2013
Out On The Porch
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
You are way more than a pet
Ladybug you are my friend
You’re always more than willing
To offer your ear to lend
Just a little Chihuahua
Though you’re a bulldog inside
You are forever willing
Come on bug let’s take a ride
As I write out my poems
You must jump up on my lap
All though after awhile
You simply curl up and nap
Ladybug I sure love you
While on treatment for hep c
Toni thought I might need you
To give me some company
Bug you gave us your heart
You gave us your loyalty
That’s why you are now a part
A part of our family
Every other line rhyme's and each
line has a syllable count of 7.
Written for the "Pets" contest.
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
Unquotable quotes Friends – XVI
Can friends also be lovers ; not certainly under covers.
Can friends do one another harm and stay calm ; not unless they have lost their sense of alarm.
Can you make a friend do what you will not do yourself ; what’s the use of having a friend who will not.
Can you ask a friend for a recommendation which will get you a better job than his ; if you were him, you’d check to see if the signature was his.
Can you ask the friend running the marathon race with you to keep you company until the end ; if he does, dump him before you take the last bend.
If you asked your friend to take your sick dog to the veterinarian’s and if he agrees, give him your chihuahua, your kakatua, your Siamese twin and your cochon d’Inde, for a start. Keep the anaconda for a little later.
If you have a friend who has a large family, especially of the right sex, ask him to bring his entire family to your nudist camp at the local beach for the club’s commemoration day ; if he doesn’t, he cannot be your friend, so try another ; if the fool does, make certain the battery pack for your movie camera is fully charged and within reach.
Can friends who know one another well enough share the same dreams ; yes, if they lick on the very same vanilla-flavoured ice-creams.
Can friends you call on the phone at home after hours not hang up before you do be trusted to fork out a loan for your mortgage payment ; if yes, then go and live with him or her at once.
Can a friend who backbites and carries tales about you be trusted to give your bride away at your seventh nuptials ? Yes, he most certainly can !
Can a friend who reviles his fellow candidates in an election primary be trusted to offer a longstanding friend a cabinet post in the event of a final resounding victory ? Indubitably, otherwise they wouldn’t be friends for that long anyway.
Can you let a friend take from you to give to a sworn enemy ; of course you can if you have been trying to get rid of her for a very, very long time.
Can a friend who never ceases to talk of having saved you from your friends be counted among your enemy’s best friends ?
Wives of friends who are always alone need to take up the trombone or trumpbone.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016.
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016