Best Dog It Poems
Halfway through shampooing the dog, it came....
A new idea for a poem.
I tried to scribble it on to the floor with a soapy finger
No one else to tell, except the dog...
He just looked bewildered, and shook his body violently
Splashing water everywhere, erasing my verse....
Quinching that wonderful lightbulb moment.
It was as if it had vanished into thin air
Gone forever.......never to be retrived.....
I asked my dog if he remembered any of what I had said
He just shook himself again, and I let him free...
My retriever ran off, like the words of my poem....
Free at last...free at last....
Retrieving a poem...or a wet retriever....isn't easy....
I know it's there somewhere
Said the dog with a wail
As she runs round in circles
Trying to catch her tail
If I stand quite still .....maybe
It will curl around... I will peep
Sadly being a happy dog it wasn't to be
It is only still.... when she's asleep
Penned 23/08/2017
Grumpy Monday Morning
I sit by the bed can´t make up my mind lie down or get up.
I used to have a dog it woke me up early I had to take it out
first thing and when it came back it checked every room.
My house has eight rooms each floor is on different level,
in the old days when I held parties friends, full of wine, used
to break legs, the ambulance crew knew my address.
Don´t know what happened to my friends some joined AA and
sent me leaflets about the danger of booze; others simply got
decrepit lost their marbles and went back to their old country.
What to do today, I can read a book, I don´t read much now get
annoyed with writers, who fill pages after pages with verbosity,
I have to skip pages of excellence to get back to the plot.
It is early and I to see a mechanic today about my car, but he is
always late, think I will sleep a bit longer, say, to ten?
When I was young,
love was breath
and heartbeat--
and fear of Mama,
offset by the comfort
of my lovely Nana.
And my father--
where was he?
Then I entered manhood-
fierce and stark, knowing
women before I knew them.
My lust for their bodies
kept my love at bay--
like a cowed dog it
whimpered, only
longing to be petted.
I was not kind but not
cruel, eagerly entering
their bodies while ignoring,
nay, fearing their
loving souls.
Then one spring day
the hollow man I had
become cracked open,
and my unknown,
unseen soul spilled
out into that river:
its dark fierce waters
of despair driving it
towards that ocean
of utter blackness.
Something saved me,
returned first my body,
then my mind to the
world, to this world.
The One I had forgotten,
ignored, showed mercy,
showed me my real being,
a soul without beginning,
without ending--truly
made in His image.
When the leaves fall down
As eternal love,
A drought hit town
Dreams of clouds above
When the birds they're excited
By the morning glow
Or an old poem's recited
In a single flow
When a dog it dies
From sheer cold
But the raven still flies
Though hundred years old
When the old man he sleeps
With eyes wide open
And the heart it weeps
For the word's unspoken
When the men in war
Shall rest in peace
And their mothers too far
Got no more wish.
Like a beautiful dove
In a glorious flight,
Or two souls in love
In their final night
When a couple wish
They'd never wed
When you cant cherish
The joy you get
Shall a bullet though small
Run through my chest
Though my mind may not recall
Thinking of you... I shall rest
A Dog and Thunder.
I hear thunder it’s nearing, the dog, not looked after, whimpers; this
ancient fears of Odin’s horse hooves, sparks from the gloomy sky-
Thor, is no better with his loud, idiotic thunder trying to steal his
father’s ire. How to tell the dog its chances of getting, hit is remote?
I open the gate it runs into the shed and curls up on a rug I was about
to throw away as it threadbare and full of holes; it was new once,
admired for it colour and pattern. That’s the way of everything that’s
why I only buy old bangers. There is nothing as sad as a hounded and
ignored dog, it avoids eye contact fearful I might change my mind and
throw it out. The owner of the dog is a man of uncertain anger if I offer
to adopt it he might shot it as he did with another dog of when it was
futile as a hunter of rabbits. My cowardice is endless to confront a man
with guns on his walls, not me! I feed the poor cur, but never let into
the house it must understand that I’m not a master... just its friend.
Slave Mentality
I had a dog for twelve years, a friendly dog it loved me it was a slave,
had to, in order to be accepted in human society, suppress its instinct.
Nature is a hard place fight for food is endless; canines found it easier
to make a pact with the man; give up their freedom for a can of dog food.
Often, by insecure people, slaves are spoilt allowed to be indoors sleep
on the sofa and made to think they are the masters of the household.
Wrong, dogs are slave to be anything else puzzle them, they want you
to be the leader and as they make you love their fidelity.
Slaves defy their masters in subtlest ways, my dog slept on the sofa when
I had gone to bed. Big corporations are our masters tell us what we like and
dislike; we comply, it is the easiest way not to be critical of the employers
the hand that holds the nine tailed cat. We get our trivial revenge stealing
a little free time when we can. After all democracy on an empty stomach is
not worth fighting for; freedom is our masters’ grand illusion.
A rat in bed
Before going to bed, I was thinking of my dog it liked sleeping
between my neck near the jugular vein, this I think made her
feel like a master of my life and death
In the night I could feel soft fur on my neck switched on the light
it was sleeping soundly mouth half open showing long front teeth,
a bloody big rat had taken the liberty to sleep with me.
First I panicked ran into the living room to find a hammer, but it was
in the shed, back in the bedroom the rat still sleeping ,I grabbed it by
Its tail carried it outside threw it into the street. I didn`t kill it, though,
the blood on the pillow and so on, also in case it had the soul of
my dog that had got a bit confused forgetting it was a vermin now
A day in a Market Town
The café had a big window facing the street, it was almost empty
except for three scientists, they were talking about trees
I noticed a dog running up and down apparently it was lost and
tired of listening to the- none of my business- I walked out spoke to
the dog, come with me to the park plenty of trees there it followed
Me at a distance. In the park I sat down, I had biscuits in my pocket
gave them to the dog, it was thirsty, so I lifted it up so it could
drink water from the fountain, quite happy it ran around and peed
on trees leaving its marks: saying I was here with a human.
The scientists came into the park also now they talked about the string
theory until one said he would rather discuss marine biology
The dog was chasing squirrels as the day seamlessly slid into evening
I walked to the car wondering what to eat tonight would it be
meat cakes with stewed cabbage and boiled potatoes.
When I didn't qualify for the football team, my Mom said to me in front of all the players,
"Flushing HS has just lost a quarterback, but our family has gained a daughter."
Good Times
Once my Dad returned home from a night on the town so drunk he could barely blink.
"Is there anything on earth," my mother asked him, "that you will not drink?"
"Yes there is," he replied with his breath stinking of brew,
"It's called poison my dear, but I'm saving it for you."
Good Times
In the middle of class I was approached by a bully.
He said, "I like your pants. Give them to me."
I always chuckle at that memory very fondly,
walking home in my gym shorts with temperatures in the 30's.
Ah, Good Times
"Does your dog bite?" I asked the sweet old man.
He answered "No" but when I pet the dog it bit my hand.
"You told me that your dog doesn't bite," I said wrapping my bloody wound with cloth.
We both laughed when he replied, "This isn't my dog."
Ah yes, Good Times.
The Golden Fleece
Today my wife and I went to look at an old people’s home,
the entrance looked hotel like and had a reception and
the girl who manned it wore a starched, white uniform.
She showed us around told us that every room double or
single had a shower and a tea kitchen and fridge.
And that we came to the main room where the patients sat,
sorry they are called guests; it was nice only no one spoke
people with open mouths sat watching telly and the air had
a feeling of despondency and a faint smell of urine.
Sometimes I feel like Jason’s old dog, it remembers his master
In my case my youth, but who is to take care of me now?
Croydons just a new build away
if it wasn't for the once East European office blocks fad
its now inviting human capital
to dwell in jolly new builds
and with the new Westfield proposed
most indigenous inhabitants will sell up.
They knocked down the Warehouse Theatre
to prove barbarians rule.
The Central library feels lobotomised
is it part privatised ?
Nothing lasts or stands for real
in Croydon
its a place with an itch
whatever dog it serves
is your guess.
The following words are not written to disparages cats or birds or frogs
or any other animal for that matter…it’s just, in my opinion…
there’s something about a dog!
To start with…and this can’t be a coincidence…
I mean don’t you find it odd
that when you read the letters of dog backward it spells out the word god.
It doesn’t matter what faith you are, in what place of worship you sit
or if you don’t believe in a god at all…it’s a little curious…
you have to admit.
Dogs are innocent, they are loyal, they get excited over the littlest treat.
They are just as happy in your lap as they are sitting by your feet.
When they stand looking out a window they do so with style and grace.
Their love shows up from the wag of their tail to the tongue that licks your face.
No creature on this Earth greets you better when you walk into a room.
They have a way of lifting you up out of your darkest gloom.
They know when you are sad…somehow they understand
and they try to make it better by setting their paw upon your hand.
Spend some time with a dog…it won’t take but a little while
you’ll find how fast your troubles fade away…and you cannot help but smile.
And dogs never judge you by your color, sex, religion…
their acceptance is far and wide…
They don’t judge the way we humans judge…
they judge the person who's inside.
The only criticism I have of dogs is how soon their life is through
If I had one wish….I wish that dogs…would live as long as me and you.
Sure cats are self-reliant,
birds sing beautifully
and no animal jumps quite like a frog
but when you get right down to it…
there’s just something about a dog.
Goofy
Old Goofy surely knew the score,
Dumb and dumber maybe more,
Staggered about with Mickey Mouse,
Thought old Donald was a grouch.
But we loved a dummy sure.
Black Pete would give Goofy a slap,
The Beagle boys joined eyebrows at,
Mickey handled them bad chaps,
And Goofy walked with glory,
Goofy looked more like a dog,
And Pluto never looked agog,
Both were happy as a frog,
Dog to dog no fighting,
Shucks said Goofy at the fair,
“I plumb fergot to comb me hair,”
“Couldn’t find it anywhere” ,
Uncombed now is the fashion,
Dumber was an dumber is,
A funny guy, or dog it is.
With Goofy, everywhere.
Don Johnson 1-August-11
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Goofy 2 foots like a dorg,
who was pluto just a frog?
great verse babe,
says johnsons fool,
keep em coming till they drool:)
on ya mate...
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