Best Distemper Poems
Now if I shoot at you with live ammo that's personal,
Words just don't hack it, most thoughts too bizarre
To attribute to anything short of dementia,
With colors that dribble, fake tears! Spayed guitar!
Sounds so high strung with guts, from such different cats,
Tones all bounce off life’s rails more like temper’s distemper.
What cue ball can't sink are your colors to choose,
But consider largesse to be caveat emptor.
The precision you see here's designed to confuse you,
For order is something most men can't abide,
But the devil take foremost, ‘who’s first,’ most deserving
A cinch that there's nothing to trump – more than pride!
Long Tooth
June 2nd in 2019
Categories:
distemper, emotions, humor, irony, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Once there was a writer by name Jacob Distemper,
fellow is no doubt an excellent writer,extempore.
Children’s jungle story writing!
all time adult poem writing!
bloody, who cares. What margin this December?
Categories:
distemper, humor,
Form:
Limerick
There once was a skinny horse name George.
Poor ole soul lived alone in a gorge.
Three fit sheep came his way.
They were traded that day.
Matted, bony, his belly engorged.
Onward He forged, living on the brink.
I’ll save him, one young maiden did think.
Head hung; life was his game.
George, his infamous name.
She prayed; from his needs, she did not shrink.
George would not drink; lips were cracked and dry.
She asked God, “Please don’t let him die.”
Water was his kismet.
Sweet feed filled hope’s bucket.
She cut out mats; whisked away each fly.
Six months later, George was still alive.
Lips were moist; he ate; began to thrive.
With some flesh on his bones,
And relieved of his groans,
The day of her moving would arrive.
The time came when George had to be sold.
Half Arabian, not very old
Registration papers.
The old trader’s capers,
You promised them, the young girl cajoled.
How could he live; does he have luster?
Papers lost; no death by distemper.
Confessions on that day,
The girl went away.
Compassion to the horse did whisper.
New owners bought him, his health still poor.
His price and potential was the big lure.
They quickly changed his name.
Greener pastures, the game.
Star’s beauty became his life’s encore.
© June 7, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: A Horse Story
Sponsored by: Carol Brown
(Based on a true story)
Categories:
distemper, angst, animals, life, nostalgia,
Form:
Limerick
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
Categories:
distemper, dog, heartbreak, love hurts,
Form:
Epitaph
Many years ago went to dog shelter,
brought home a wee little puppy.
So tiny and loveable, as most puppies
are.
Loved this little girl, sleeping with
this puppy each night as she cuddled up
to me was so sweet and tender.
She learned so quickly, such a smart
little dog was she.
Then one day she became sick,
very sick, she stopped eating,
then she just passed on.
I was so heartbroken and very depressed,
she had died from distemper, not knowing
that much about dogs at the time,
they had not given her any shots,
they also had not told me that.
All dogs should have their shots,
before you bring them home,
she would have lived out a normal life,
if I had known that. Always will remember
that wee little puppy I had so long ago.
Written 8-8-11
# Note here of course now days all shelters give dogs and cats their shots
before they leave shelter, but not all of them did back then in 1964.
Categories:
distemper, pets, dog, dog, me,
Form:
Free verse
When nylon nights
trade crystal colours
in the stalls of nimble
butterfly wings,
I blossom as an
irenic origami
fervently fabricated
with snowflakes of
greedy gloom,
stealing royal violets
from the smokey estuaries
flowing beneath the
heavens befogged
with indigos, glistening
in periwinkle-arcs of
abstract auroras.
I reminisce those
amaranth stars
that whisper
graphical pantoums in
pearlescent pixels
of plum pentagon-
shaped skies,
as everytime when
porcelain acrylics
get spilt upon mauve
pages ribboned
with hydrangeas,
my orchid lips spin
a twist of leathered
spells amidst
frozen fahrenheit of
frostbit textures.
Painting heliotropic
oxygen with brushstrokes
of peony petals,
I carry unspoken
words of iris,
so that artificial aroma
within sculptured truths
remains caged
behind these dark
magenta carnations
printed upon
cashmere curtains
of hallucinating hyacinths.
Do photogenic pansies
never get frozen in iced pyre
of parched patchworks?
For, I believe that,
drowsy poppies
too have streaks of
wine stories
to narrate in their
ages of ache.
Perhaps, I'm a
glasswinged sorceress
of arctic hailstorms,
tracing phlox-
fluorescent forests
with tropical crayons,
as oiled hues of
multi-dusks flutter
across lavender orbs,
sprinkling mauve
dewdrops upon
watercolor dusts of
pencil-shaded luna
who unlocks
silver secrets
with skeleton key,
washing my bones
with lilac fog.
So, when these
thistle shaded leaves
crack their crystal
cocoons and
the sun sheds its
fluffed feathers
of hibernation,
meet me along the
horizons where
bright Veronica
takes the shape of
the moon and
reincarnates as a
crocheted sangria
memory along the
translucent sleet of
snowy sights.
My skin is softer
than raisin pearls
of mulberry seas,
as my spirit is stained
with glamorous grape
dyes and amethyst-fresco
distemper across bitter
skies has discoloured
every apathetic shade
that doesn't seem to
define my airbrushed
heather heart.
Categories:
distemper, angst, deep, emotions, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
lids black out and allow me to write
while eyes shut tight
bring back four legged friends sprite
and though many years passed quite
I can remember those precious creatures
who barked at night
howling at inaudible sound or invisible light
casting silhouettes that fight
punctured the air with verbal byte
and now I list long gone
smart pets in alphabetical order – alright?
Baron – substantially German Sheppard
met his demise chasing a car on level road
the advantage overtaken
per vehicle with greater lode
which accidental death
found him buried in an unmarked grave
i.e. underground abode.
Georgie – a combination Boxer and Dalmatian
(with his cropped tail to boot
grew up as my canine brother
an essentially gave up the ghost
from organ failure of one or another.
Lady – this fur certain white German Sheppard
uncertain how, when or what
led to her body to collapse
perhaps while listening to snoop doggy dog raps
found on base near first stair
when rigor mortis set deathly traps.
Ruff – he and his litter mate Teddy
(listed below), an alpha beast o man’s and
woman’s best friend with moments of rage
as applicable to a dog, and seemed
to evince an intelligence like a sage.
Schultz – he apparently vanished in thin air
without a trace, not e’en
a filament of fur like hair
hopefully taken in by another pet lover,
but who knows where.
Shadow – pride of eldest sister,
he succumbed after becoming thermally ill
though diminutive for a black lab,
his absence left a void quite large to fill.
Socrates - dealt with harsh mistreatment
and distemper than tossed out
like trash, mine to sisters,
who nursed him with tender loving care
from his faux paws to a keen snout
which maintained his longevity no doubt.
Teddy – another throw away pet
found at Jacobsburg –
near Easton, Pennsylvania.
one lame leg (damaged
during his puppy hood)
lived til olde age.
my younger sister ( Shari)
brought him and Ruff home,
where their entire life he did stay
inherently evincing intelligence
that happiness found that chance
provided a doting owner this way.
Categories:
distemper, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Elegy
Inspired by Syed Wakil Ahmed
by Michaelw1two
Blissful peace; verses instability, violence, and disorder,
harmonious relations intervene, wicked minded interloper;
world's jactation spreads, amidst deflexion by war's aper,
segmentation of life hosts, exemplifies mind's distemper.
Grant control, rein heart's pride, control vice's constraints,
seek to follow mystery clear, don accoutrements of saints;
grope no words in death's fervor, thirst of living queint,
drink deep of past relations, in minds of men reacquaint.
Feed fulfillments probable, dream vivid vision's expectation,
shout in soul the glorious tune, salvation, life’s elation;
emulate will of peace, reach higher for mental causation,
trust in seed that breeds deeds, rekindle love's foundations.
Sense in conduct moral thought, alter minds of wicked men,
guide wayward souls to bold goals, as now a change begins;
speech enthralls troubled hearts, ear words heard so bends,
gatherings wide end madness' strife; pure light now descends.
Aware in individual power, changes grant being's eternity,
fully fight, in battles smite, modern fascist's amorality;
peace is earned in generous sums, defeat for wars duopoly,
relationship of mind and soul, bests corporate monopoly.
January 2010
Categories:
distemper, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Thine world is cancer'
A call from mom,
In aching voice, she said,
"Not seen you for months,
Come and see me,
Know, you are busy in life";
In next flight I reached home,
But found her in hospital bed;
Dry like withered petal,
So tired and weak she was;
Head shaved,
Could count ribs one by one;
In half opened eyes
She watched me,
Gestured, come hug me once,
"It's long time,
No touch of you";
Eyes wet, no voice in my tongue,
Hugged her,
Tears of mine, wet her soul;
A drop from her dry eyes,
Said from soul in terrible pain,
"Why this to me,
Never did wrong in my life,
Always kind,
Compassionate I was;
Where mistake had happened?
Punishing me with dreadful 'cancer';
It's so painful tiring,
I cant stand;
Stay close to me my son,
My days are numbered;
Look my son,
Death envoy waving...
From height in the sky;
Waiting to take me with him,
Whispering oft,
'O' baby, thine world,
Is no more thine;
Incarcerated by modern world,
This world of 'cancer';
The food thou eat,
Assuming good for health,
But is blend of
Insecticide and pesticide;
Buildings replace the green trees,
Breeze to breathe is poison gas;
Polluted water thou drink;
Has weakened humans,
Immunity to distemper too lost;
Come baby its painful world";
© Sadashivan Nair
Categories:
distemper, cancer,
Form:
Prose Poetry
When Shep died I was heartbroken and sick,
how could any dog ever replace shep?
I didn't want a dog, but after a while I knew
that a dog is just what I wanted.
Found this little black puppy, so cute
and cuddly. A black lab-mix and what a
dog she was, so smart and very lovable.
I learned to love this dog very soon,
she had her shots they told me,
so I took their word for it.
Queenie followed me all over the yard,
the way shep use to do. I trained her to do
some simple tricks which she learned so fast.
After around 8 months she got real sick, she
stopped eating, I took her to the vet and
he told me that she had distemper, I told him
that she had her shots and he told me,
that the shots sometimes don't always work.
A few days later she died, I was once again
heart broken, but later in life I was to find out
that death is just part of life, we need to enjoy
our pets while we can.
I buried her next to shep between the two
trees, she is still there 50 years later,
and I am still thinking about that dear
little dog that I had, she was so sweet
and loyal to me.
Written 8-15-11
Categories:
distemper, pets, dog, dog, me,
Form:
Free verse
In a world brimming with danger
where tragedy is no longer a stranger.
with many voices that can lead us astray
They open new doors with the dawn of each day
terror saunter out unabated waiting for death,
To call and thrown down on us grief filled -burden
Strength holds where the love for humanity is broken
Birth comes with the sublime and the disdain,
With anger, the posture reframes the sinews strain.
Borrowed time is a distant unforgiving friend,
Whose path suspend our brief respite to the end.
Of course, most people wish they could try to reverse
all the dreams they have lost in bitter remorse.
But nothing in the universe works forgiving better,
Then when we are at our worst distemper.
The opportunity comes to regain our soul,
from the kind of terror which pollutes the world.
We paddle with prayer to maintain composure
Pretend surfeiting was only a blip of anger.
Turn and try to live in a perfect ambiance unfurl,
the epitome of dreams merges with the world.
fear can’t fight the deeds that governor the insane,
with nebulous mentor the warp mind inset frame.
it’s a realm somewhere inside crying out for a change,
the bleeding-heart wanders forlorn and deranged.
No contentment only movements together merged,
from anxiety and fear the claims are gradually purged.
brave wings can fly high; regain strength and soar
above static clouds making waves in the atmosphere.
We thrive and survive when we have tried our utmost,
To live free of fear for better or for worse.
Walk away from the snare and make the most.
Of what is waiting to appease the flames of pain,
Tears momentarily can only wash away the stain.
Leaving good reasons to get more rain,
As fortune favors the blessings, we have regained.
Tears that fell through trembling words of war,
They fall not too far from where we are.
Until all the helpful chores we have done,
With heart and soul, still, manage to love everyone.
Categories:
distemper, anxiety, death of a
Form:
Elegy
This ain't your depiction of forever
Actions confined by my feelings
Far from foreboding, distemper, fear, and double crossing you know all to well
Unsettled questions wielding a sword of ignorance
Lost dreams lifting your shield protecting
Me from me
You from me
Sorry
A meaningless word attempting to heal deep gashes
You see it regardless of you dismay
Hence your patterened placement of me in your garden laid low
Fighting myself choking on staged complacency.
Ripping up your flowers you place me back only because I equally destroyed your weeds
Sorry
A weak word in attempt to replant.
My pain creating naivness ignorantly asking you to be a superhuman driven by self hatred and a future unseen
Hoggish
My pain asking you to cherish my highs as repite for the dirtiest darkest lows
Sorry
and a weak thank you means nothing.
Only a sad acknowledgment to imprisioning you as my mortal soldier.
Categories:
distemper, anger, angst, dark, depression,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Shut Mind, Open Mouth
When he has a shut mind
When wisdom he cannot find
He then opens up his mouth
To prove himself uncouth.
The way he runs up his lip
When taken the frothy sip
It’ll throw him into the deep
Where, forever he’ll weep.
Drawl of gossip’s idle talk
Is clay feet that cannot walk
To shout or to lose temper
Afflicts like Dogs’ distemper.
Silence’s golden, so they say
This is how to live your day
Weigh an’ scan, look an’ see
To climb the right Tree!!
* To my Friend with a pinball head!
08th Oct’ 2013
Categories:
distemper,
Form:
Couplet
The Bees knees.
Except when it freeze.
Screen blank.
Like, hit by a tank.
It has a mind of its own!
Delete, defrag, firewall and defender.
Virus, spyware and distemper.
Memory that does not remember.
I fight them every day.
For birthdays, appointments and the like.
It is just right.
Telling how much in the bank.
It is very frank.
I have to prove, that I am best.
I win at chequers and chess.
I am looking for a poet.
Who is a computer Ace.
To help me repair it's face.
So many help files.
But I cannot find.
What I need to make and mind.
Keep it going at all cost.
Without it. I am lost.
.........................................
Categories:
distemper, computer-internet,
Form:
Free verse
At the moment of distemper;
HE places HIS Hand firmly on my shoulders.
Calming all, not letting go until I am whole.
HIS mercy carries me through all;
all which I could not endure.
All that have gripped me; all that I could not see.
HE stood before me; in the mist of all storms.
When I was wronged; HE lifted my heavy burdens;
placed HIS light into this weaken soul.
Who am I without HIM?
An uncertainty, I wish never to know.
Categories:
distemper, dedication, faith, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Lyric