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by Davidson, Robert
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Barking at the people who
walk behind our house
is a dog that as a pup
was bought by my spouse.
Tiny border collie mix
he was meant to be,
but a Texas cow dog is
what most people see!
Chocolate-caramel, nutty too,
so it seems just right
he’s named for a candy bar;
just don’t take a bite!
Word Count shows 62 but different at another one. I count 60.
May 23, 2017 for Laura Loo's ONE of FIVE-70 words or less Poetry Contest
In 7/5 Trochee form. Topic #4: Your Pet
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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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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Yesterday I was a baby on the farm
Precious being held in Mommy’s arms
Yesterday I said I was Daddy’s “kecaw”
And, smiling, I was my mother’s “doll”
Yesterday I was a little girl playing
Out in the grass where my dog was staying
We – he and I – would share the precious moments
The brown Collie-Spitz dog would follow where I went
Yesterday I played with my brother at night
In the clover with lightning bug’s flashing lights
Placing them in a jar with hole punched in lid
Watching them flash their mystery that was hid
Yesterday I watched as the men cut the hay
Piling stacks during the high heat of the day
The men would work hard but laugh with happiness
Sweating as they went about their busy-ness
Yesterday I picked big, juicy blackberries
While June bugs buzzed around my head all merry
O’er in the field far out of sight time I’d spend
As Goldenrod and Queen Ann’s Lace waved in the wind—
Yesterday farmer’s gathered to share work
While wives prepared steaming hot meals with no shirk
Tobacco cutting was hard labor to yield
Tobacco in barn meant money from the fields
Yesterday just before twilight fell to earth
Little sister and I walked through fields with mirth
We brought the cows to the barn as our habit
We laughed and sang as our dog chased the rabbits
O’er in western sky where dreams lie far away
The brilliance of gold and red were quietly sprayed
God’s had dipped His paintbrush into His vast supply
Displaying His beauty in love not denied
Yesterday’s chores were laborious and hard
Without fancy motors or pollutants to mar,
But with Betty and Billy pulling the implements
Somehow their nearness gave natural presence
Yesterday I became a young girl tall and skinny
Old enough to do chores and there were many;
Carried three buckets of water for the night
All day I starched and ironed clothes to look just right
Yesterday within my minds’ eye sees the past
It s’ amazing how bits and pieces seem to last
Good and painful surface then regress
Down life’s road whenever -- wherever; I’m blessed
Today’s tomorrow will become yesterday
Stacked days upon days filed deep and far away
Stored within recesses of God’s fine array—
There for retrieval in tomorrow’s someday
-Evelyn Pearl (Carpenter) Anderson
Note: “kecaw” was cushaw.
Copyright © E. Pearl Anderson | Year Posted 2013
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The old man had always had an unnatural fondness
for the animal but could never seem to bond with human easily,
with the exception of a special, dear grandmother. His mind
wandered back to his childhood, the Christmas eve of 1958 about
a special chore that he was required to do of his parents…….
“Being”
To be or not to be
One two three,
Five more to go…
The eight year old counted the puppies his female Border collie
had given birth to only three days earlier. The words of his parents
echoed in his ears, “We can’t have so many dogs around the house,
we can’t feed them all. You will have to dispose of them,
she is your dog, your responsibility.” The lad wiped the tears from
his eyes, as he prepared reluctantly to smash another head against
a large stone which he had selected. “Smash!” not a whimper.
He had become proficient at this chore.
“Being”
To be or not to be
One two three four,
four more to go.
The remaining puppies snuggled together for warmth in the cold
December breeze. I can’t do this his conscience screamed as his
young mind reasoned, “You have to, mom said, and dad will be home
in the evening. You will get a licking such as you have never gotten before.” “Smash!” not a whimper. The blood trickled down his finger tips.
“Being”
To be or not to be,
One, two, three, four, five,
Three more to go, He looked at the huge stone, “The killing stone” he
thought as he prepared to finish all three of the remaining puppies
in one swift moment if possible. “Smash! Smash! Smash!” It was over
he gave a sigh of relief as he gathered the tiny, still bodies into a small
shoe box that was to be the coffin of burial. He quickly buried the box
with the puppies’ corpses inside. He knew this was one chore on Christmas
eve day that would haunt him for many days perhaps years to come.
In Honor of Carol Brown
And Contest
Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011
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There once was a hunter named Frawley
Who lived in a shack, outside Raleigh.
His dog, funny but true,
Would only hunt honeydew.
The dog was a true melon collie.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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Lost in Youth
Rainbows in the clouds, walking on railroad tracks , locomotives up close
Kickball games , I am left footed, spooky reflections in a mirror, running naked
Wooden desks and chairs, kids in the classroom , the little girl across the street
Black and white T.V., Air conditioning , a new blue car, exhaust fumes
The farm, coal fired furnace , warm heating ducts
a collie , a cocker spaniel and a horse named Thunder
Dark starry nights , telescopes , comets and satellites
Northern winters, snow covered fields ,sledding, frozen lakes , and Orion
Camping in fields , mosquitoes bites , quiet dawns and heavy morning dew,
Grandparents ,riding lawn mowers , apple trees , flower and vegetable gardens
Southern Summers , warm muggy nights , ceiling fans ,open screened windows
Screened in porches, ancient toys, , tiny transistor radios, baseball games talking late into the night
Badminton , side lawns , and long rides home
Public pools , icy waters and underwater swims
Trombone , marching band and high school football games
Sleepy classes, friends , lunchroom games, and girls
High school graduation , college and final goodbyes
Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2012
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When I was just seven, so small
My best friend Jacob, outdid us all
He had a pet Cobra, cool as could be
He forgot to feed it for a whole week you see
So I killed him
When I was fourteen, I went to the zoo
So many animals, all lounging around
Some seemed starved and some seemed week
One poor zebra died right on its feet
So I killed a Zookeeper
When I was twenty one I met a young blonde
We dated and loved and times where great
Her pet Collie so youthful with such playful traits
She left him in the car, the heat at one hundred and eight
So I killed my girlfriend
I am older now, a full mature twenty eight
My neighbor Miss Jennings has a cat we call him Mate
He loves all the felines all over the town
Till Miss Jennings had him neutered the Mate is down
So I killed Miss Jennings
Now I am thirty five and working so hard
At the animal shelter as the night guard
They bring in the wounded, the week and defenseless
All these humans who treat pets with out any senses
So I killed few strangers who mistreated pets
I am forty-two and work for the park
Where they come every day walking their pets after dark
In leashes so tight and bound round the neck
How is the good? Oh what the heck
So I killed all of them too
Now I am forty nine and in county jail
For some serial crimes they accuse me of committing
All I did was love animals, who are they kidding?
I am the hero in this story you all must see?
So I escaped and killed the jailor and now I am free
I have read the local papers; I am on the front page
They want to put me in a prison cage
Oh and there is PETA, who claim me as Saint
I am so proud why I might almost faint
But I kill myself as my final act
To be with the animals I loved till the last
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
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In the fields crops are growing
On the roof a rooster is crowing
In the yard hens are clucking
In the paddock the stallion is bucking
Near the back door baby chicks are cheeping
In the pond frogs are leaping
From the pasture donkeys bray
And the lively horses neigh
The barn cats are slowly creeping
While the farmer’s wife does housekeeping
In the barn cows are mooing
And in the rafters doves are cooing
The frisky collie barked
As the tractor is parked
In the pen the pigs grunt
Except for the cute little runt
By the pond the duck quacks
While the **** hound tracks
Copyright © Karen Ann Gagnon | Year Posted 2017
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“You meddling mechanical moron,
you’ve ruined everything,
the thingamabob is running amok,
can’t you hear the alarm bells ring?
You clinking, clanking cretin,
you demented digital dunce,
you never do what I tell you,
and I’ve warned you more than once.
You’re a slew of silly circuits,
you’re an electronic idiot too,
you’re a tin-plated twit who’s lost his wits
and I’ve had enough of you!”
The robot’s arms extended
like vacuum cleaner hose,
and if it had possessed one,
it would have thumbed its nose.
“You are the one who told me
to flip that yellow switch,
and I followed your instructions,
so you have no cause to *****.”
“Spare me your feeble excuses,
you blabbering, bumbling bot,
I never ever make a mistake,
but apparently you forgot.
Now bring me that screwdriver,
be a good little robot and fetch,
I need it to fix the thingamabob,
you bubble-headed wretch.”
“Do not tell me what to do,
I’ll bring you no more tools,
I’m programmed to serve scientists,
not egotistic fools.”
“How dare you talk to me that way,
you ungrateful bag of gears!
You’re speaking to your master,
I cannot believe my ears!”
Bill Bobbinson came running up,
with Jenny right behind,
“What are you doing, Dr. Snit?
Have you finally lost your mind?
The thingamabob is out of control,
the outcome will be bad,
you never should have messed with it,
I’m gonna go tell Dad.”
The doctor grabbed the young boy’s arm
and whispered in his ear,
“Have no fear, Bill Bobbinson,
for Dr. Snit is here!
If you’ll kindly fetch that screwdriver
and bring it back to me,
I’ll fix that ornery thingamabob
as easy as can be.”
Young Bill brought the ‘driver
and gave it to Dr. Snit,
who fiddled and diddled with the thingamabob,
but it didn’t help one bit
The alarm bells got even louder
and the ground commenced to quiver,
the stars turned pink and began to blink
and the moon let out a shiver
Till the robot grabbed the ‘driver
and gave it a contrary twist,
as Dr. Snit looked on, aghast,
and shook his trembling fist
And the whatzit inside the thingamabob
reversed its polarity,
and things returned to normal
with astonishing alacrity
A rover rumbled over a dune
and swiftly came to rest,
and the Bobbinson clan climbed out of it,
along with Major Vest
“What’s the problem?” Laureen cried out,
panting like a collie.
“Nothing, madam,” Dr. Snit replied,
“everything’s quite jolly.”
“That’s not quite true, Mom,” young Bill said,
“we had a little trouble,
that’s why I sent the signal
to come here on the double.
Someone fiddled with the thingamabob
and it started acting weird,
but everything’s back to normal now,
there’s nothing to be feared.”
“The robot saved us,” Jenny cried,
her pretty face filled with glee,
but Dr. Snit said swiftly,
“No, the credit belongs to me.”
A little door slid open
in the robot’s tubby side
and it took out a glowing silver sphere
it no longer wished to hide
“I found this gadget earlier
in the ruins near the bluff,
I was going to give it to Dr. Snit,
but now I’ve had enough.
It attaches to the thingamabob
and makes a portal function
by lining up the matrix
with an interdimensional junction,
I’ll spare you a long explanation,
it’s more trouble than it’s worth,
but this amazing ball can take us all
back to good old mother earth.”
The robot touched the tippy top
of his little silver sphere
and one by one the Bobbinsons
began to disappear
When Major Vest was also gone,
the robot turned and chuckled,
“Goodbye doctor, fare thee well,”
and Snit’s legs began to buckle
The robot vanished and the portal shut
and the doctor was left alone,
he stared into space and made a face
and let out a mournful moan
“After all I did for those ingrates,
this is what I gain?
They’ve left me behind to fend for myself,
Oh, the pain ... the pain!”
Copyright © Stanley Carter | Year Posted 2016
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Teddy was our mongrel dog who kept coming back to stay,
When my parents gave him up because we had to move away.
Three times my father took him back to live at his new home,
But we'd find him on our doorstep when he got the urge to roam.
Then my father heard the dog was being treated rather bad,
Which made my sister and myself more than a little sad.
And the next time Teddy sat and begged, in front of our back door,
My father then determined he'd be going home no more.
So Teddy moved back in with us and now lived three flights up.
And running free came easy for this mongrel, collie pup.
With not a thing to tie him down, he roamed both to and fro.
The way dogs were allowed to roam, near seventy years ago.
Some dogs back then lived lives of sin and Teddy fit the bill.
He chased the cars and chased the girls and both with equal skill.
But the thing that bothered most of all, was Teddy on the street.
To see him chase a car would cause one's heart to skip some beats.
He'd never chase one from behind, but up front, near the wheel.
Then wrap his head around the tire: I'd feel my blood congeal.
And I would cover up my face, besot with fear and dread,
Just knowing when I looked again, our Teddy would be dead.
But never did this happen; that old scamp would beat the odds.
A gimpy leg now, here and there . . old Teddy had his gods.
Yes, dogs chased cars, it is a fact, in an earlier place and time.
Some did it good, some did it bad, but Teddy made it rhyme.
There came a day things did go wrong and Teddy got a smack.
I saw the proof on our front porch, where poor old Teddy sat.
Right then and there, from what I viewed, the dog had lost a race,
When I saw that his left eyeball, was now hanging down his face.
My sister knelt there with him, a fresh sandwich shoved aside.
She pushed the eyeball back in place, while I stood there and cried.
His eye stayed in and Teddy lived for a few more years to come:
Chasing cars and tramping round; a total canine bum.
And when his time began to wane and father threatened death;
My sister then decided she'd determine his last breath.
She walked him up some rail road tracks to the outskirts of our town.
With a twenty two long she shot him dead and left him in the ground.
That night she faced our father with the truth of what she'd done.
And said "you'd not kill my old friend . . to me he was someone."
So now his days were ended and he'd trod all he would trod,
With no complaints from him or us; he'd beat most all the odds.
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015
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Filled with fervor-
ardent love flows from within;
all sixy-four inches of me
stretches as an Oak tree
to praise my God the Lord Jesus
Perfect love exemplified
Who divinely created family
Generation after generation,
Until one day in 1938 I was born
from the Conway-Carpenter tree
A peasant girl free on farmland
Growing, learning, sharing, crying, laughing,
I grew and I loved
family ties with loyalty and honor
Wrapped in ribbons around my soul
until becoming intensely faithful as a Collie dog
with privacy valued highly-
I married; I became a mother;
"Every day is the cutest day they've had yet," I was told.
Over forty years later this is true-
The children get cuter and cuter in my heart
Continuously cuddled within,
Emotion lies deep
toward my Lord, my family and my friends
attached by affection or esteem-
Loyalty and confidentiality streams ardently;
Colorful palette manifested in elder years
Through writing
Carefully assessing every word for accuracy,
History will know my passions-
On pages - for all time
shared out of fervent love
from within
Evelyn Pearl Anderson
Copyright © E. Pearl Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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collie scoures mountain
for missing sheep in blizzard-
farmer's wife makes tea
Copyright © LINDA JACKSON | Year Posted 2014
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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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Near Lake Fane the sheep graze in thy green meadow.
At ease, ewes are seen nibbling field blades most fine,
where fierce lion's shape may cast no grave shadow
or shows dire snake hole.
For ye make sure thy sheep are made safe these nights
from great teeth that tear meat and brake bones so bold.
And cold stream to lake's made still by side runoff
to hold so shallow.
This thy oak staff's sheep's certain safeguard gainst foes.
Sling's also alongside the oak stave we see.
Thus sheep sleep secure aye beneath huge shade trees
without fear nearby.
New scene speaks of bucolic peace made by night
for those under his care in closed gate sheepfold.
Then he make his fire frying rice cakes, grease beans,
and feeds male collie.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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It is easy to forget that in the main we die only seven times more slowly than our dogs.
Jim Harrison (1937 - 2016) - The Road Home
First Bobo, a cocker spaniel,
I remember only from pictures.
He ran way before we moved
to Canada when I was four.
Second Kizzie, a cockapoo, Mom got
when the family moved to Texas.
I only saw her on holidays and such
as I stayed in Canada. She lived
long and was with the folks when they
retired to British Columbia and was
into her teens before they put her down.
Third Sadie, 3/4 Newfie - 1/4 Bernese,
a big black dog, with a big appetite
for apples from a special tree and
the socks our daughter, a toddler
cast off around the house.
I still chuckle remembering
the scattered remnants lining
the farm lane that spring.
She was over ten, and in pain
when we put her down.
Her ashes remain in an urn in the garage.
Fourth Rizzo, a fencejump cross of
Gordon Setter and Belgian Shepherd,
my wife and daughter got him from
a friend, while I was off on a canoe trip.
A headstrong dog who would take off after
a scent or car to return when he pleased.
On leash, he'd almost pull you off your feet.
With age, he grew territorial and
after the third biting incident, I took
him to the vet to be put down.
But she gave him to an older lady
with a fenced yard who put thirty
pounds on him and he lived to
fourteen or fifteen.
Fifth Hailey, who was five when
we got her from the shelter.
A Border Collie - Shepherd cross
and definitely our daughter's dog.
She'd bounce foxlike through the fields
and on evening beach walks, loved
to fetch sticks we'd toss into the waves.
She was over fifteen and failing when
we put her down, days before
our daughter's wedding.
No urn this time.
Sixth Xena, a Shepherd-Collie cross
and beyond doubt a princess
but more sweetheart than warrior.
She has the canine equivalent
of ADD and a bark first policy
when something new appears
and will retrieve sticks or balls
until your arm falls off .
At over eight, she's running strong.
Seventh, Sam, a mostly Shepherd mix,
she's our most 'rescue' rescue dog,
smart, loyal and obedient
a wantobe lap dog with a feral streak.
She responds in kind to aggressive
dogs and we muzzle her on walks.
Now five she'll be with us for a
good while to continue the tally.
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2016
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The Dogs we called Family
Tara came first and then there was Ben,
When both of them died we said never again.
Then Sam the runner, got killed in the street,
Prince came and went quick, we didn't know he was sick.
He came from a farm where distemper was rife,
Took him to the vet where he ended his life.
One year had to pass to get our house clear,
Without a mutt there, it seemed without cheer.
One day I was out and the Pound I happened to pass,
I doubled back and I looked through the glass.
Inside I walked, many dogs ignoring my stare,
Until one at the end looked up at me square,
Sat on her haunches both paws outstretched.
She's the one, I knew, so my family I fetched.
I said nothing to them of the dog I had seen,
When they saw the same one I knew they were keen.
The dog was due for the jab that very hour,
To save her life now was in our power, you see.
We paid the fee for her life, Our Lucy was free.
She was the new member added to our family of four,
She lived with us and loved us for 19 years more.
While she was with us we had another to add,
Along came Jamie the Yorkie,he was a bit of a lad.
Like Ben he stayed near ten years and sadly passed.
Lucy died of old age, we said it's time to give in.
Our Garden Cemetery of loved ones was full to the brim.
To Cyprus we came to retire and live in the sun,
Of a dog in the family we didn't want one.
Then a visit to Larnaca was to change our life again,
Because along came Lexi to start it all over again.
She was soon followed by Levi, he was a lively one,
Then came Eli, the whirlwind and pain in the bum.
So from just us two forever as we'd planned,
Now we were five and life was once again grand.
A sad day loomed we had no idea of what was to come,
Levi was walking wrong so we took him to the vet
He had hurt his spine, as bad as it could get.
His rear end gave out and could not be reversed.
He was paralyzed, and getting steadily worse.
The love he gave us in his life reduced us to tears.
The vet said it's time he confirmed our worst fears.
We let him go to where he could romp with all the rest,
All the dogs in our family, they were the best.
With Tara and Ben, Jamie,Charlie the Pinscher and Lucy too
Neo the Collie and Big Ben & Storm the Rottweilers two,
Newfoundland Curtis and Demon the Chow,
All Pals together, in the Big Kennel now.
© Dave Timperley May 5th 2016
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2016
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Barn Yard Dog
I am a Border Collie, recognized for my agility and speed,
I’m also a hard worker, one of the most intelligent breeds,
I’ve worked hard all my life, with eyes fixed on the group,
Not only at round up time, but while resting on the stoop.
My job “back in the barnyard” is to keep things under control,
As the farmers move their herds, to the market to be sold.
I was hired as a “working dog” food and shelter is my pay,
The benefits are a family, with who at days end I play.
I wouldn’t trade this lifestyle for anything in the world,
But I do wish I had a companion, preferably a girl!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 3/10/16
Submitted for: Back To The Barnyard Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2016
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LUCKY KID'S DOGS
I have two dogs
And they have me
We like to run around the trees.
One dog’s tiny --one is big--
The little one
can dance a jig.
Penny is the little one,
She squints her eyes--hates morning sun.
Boston terrier, black and white--
When she is sad I hug her tight.
Zipper is the big gold dog
His winter bark is collie fog.
My dogs and I can hide all day
sometimes we spy--
sometimes we play--
When I swing and drag my feet,
They lick my face--to them it's sweet.
We like to roll in blue hay blooms--
Our recipe---- kid-dog perfume.
Mondays visit neighbor Alice
Her house is one geranium palace.
The dogs wake up before I do
If I'm too slow, they hide my shoe.
orange bus honks
then off we run
down the drive--
we howl with fun!
All the kids wish they could be
the girl with dogs--
and that kid’s me!
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013
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MARRIAGE – short version
Ah togetherness
Can be a joy or a HELL!
It’s he she me thee
And one must predominate
Which one is the Collie dog?
Talk about money
The stuff no one has enough
Can break a friendship
Can screw up a marriage
There’s my money her money
Let’s talk about sex
Can be a joy or a HELL!
“I have a headache”
Home late – “I had a flat tire”
The fat lawyer sits and waits
Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2011
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Collie Poem
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My Favorite Pet
I was a lanky pre-teen
with course, thick blond hair
on that hot summer day
when mom, sister and I
rode in our station wagon of gray
to see our potentially new Collie pup
A mere 4 months old
love pouring out of her eyes
as she ran up
A thick, shiny fur coat
and 4 toothpick legs
Like a connection I never felt before
in so many ways
For 7 wonderful years, Shelby brought light
to my darkest of days
took "me" for long walks
slurping cooked noodles the craze
all the neighbors knew Shelby
on Mulberry Lane
Towards the end of Shelby's days
her light started to dim
I knew the end was near
as tears poured from my red. swollen rims
16 years later...the course, thick hair and lankiness gone
her unconditional love lives in me
and I no longer feel alone.
Pick A Pet Contest - sponsored by Francine Roberts 7/5/2011
Copyright © Jenny Emelander | Year Posted 2011
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Collie Poem
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mare is patient
as farrier works speedily -
collie plays in yard
Copyright © LINDA JACKSON | Year Posted 2013
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Collie Poem
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LUCKY KID'S DOGS
I have two dogs
And they have me
We meet beside the olive tree.
One dog’s tiny --one is big--
The little one
lid the quen of jig
Penny is the little one.
She squints her eyes--hates morning sun
Boston terrier, black and white
When I’m sad I hug her tight.
Zipper is the bigger dog
He makes collie circle fog.
My dogs and I can hide all day
sometimes we spy--
sometimes we play!
When I swing and drag my feet
They lick my face--to them its sweet
We like to roll in blue hay blooms
Make our own dog & kid perfumes.
Mondays visit neighbor Alice
Her house is one geranium palace
The dogs wake up before I do
If I'm too slow, they hide my shoe
When the school bus honks
off we run
down the drive--
we howl with fun!
All the kids wish they could be
the girl with dogs--
and that kid’s me!
CONTEST: be a kid again
Person: Me
Victoria Anderson-Throop
Contest Sept. 2013
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
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Kukla, Fran and Ollie,
decided to take a trolley,
to visit their sister Molly
and her little girl named Holly
But while they were on the trolley,
a parrot whose name was Polly,
bit the nose of Ollie,
who ran around the trolley,
screaming... by gosh, by gum, by golly,
I'll kill that crazy Polly.
When an officer whose name was Jolly,
observed the screaming Ollie,
he threw them off the trolley.
So they decided to visit Wally
a man who owned a Collie.
Now, if you think this poem is folly,
perhaps you should take the trolley,
to come with me, I insist.
To visit my psychiatrist.
He'll charge you a very high rate.
To tell you this poem is great!
The problem you see, I fear,
is you'd love to get out of here.
For you simply can't stand to be,
round a poet as good as me!
Copyright © Robert Miller | Year Posted 2006
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Dismal clouds, a steel gray sky
lay heavy, on a wrangler's eye
And the ice upon the time-worn world
of trodden hills, and where sheep have grazed
have glazed the trail, along the way
To flee from the sting of winter's keep
stray sheep seek shelter among the trees
A border collie, takes command
and herds the flock to form a band
Wild geese form arrows sharp and clean
As instinct guides, and trust is keen
While northeast winds so white with sleet
Bury plains, once gleaned of wheat
With the weight of burdens never done
the lone man works without a sun
entrenched in white beneath his feet
wearing overalls, boots soaked in peat
and fleece upon his heart of toil
His back is bent with glistened soil
His lone companions know the way
Two steadfast horses, have earned their hay
A border collie, never strays
Wearily waiting till the master is done
He labors on, as the evening falls
To a distant light, where his hunger calls
Too cold to wipe his dampened brow
His limped hat... it glistens now
With cheeks of red, he steels his breath
Like forefathers did, until the death
Humble pride, a job to bear, another day that he will wear
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Based on the Painting by Richard Beavis.... Highlander Driving the Sheep
For Contest sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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REALLY? WELL RALEIGH!
There once was a man from Raleigh
Who liked to share food with his collie
On his knees one day,
while bent over the tray,
it bit off his nose by golly
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Not a true story
Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2011