Best Doggy Poems
We once had a doggy named Dale
That loved taking hold of his tail
He’d chase it all-day
In circles, he’d play-
When able to snatch it he’d wail!
April 26, 2015
~3rd Place~
Contest: Your Best Single Limerick - 5 lines only
Sponsor: Robert Haigh
Judged: 04/24/2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Limerick Contest
Sponsor: Jan Allison
Judged: 04/29/2015
Soft and soothing, sometimes silent
When hurts come to visit, there
Beneath the struggles, he calms and heals
Reminds the spirit that, despite
The darkness, light is coming, hope
Remains, a constant friend to the one
Who listens to the tender touch
Feels the cold nose and smooth fur,
Erasing the doubt, the dread, the doom
Reassuring the spirit that there is room
For this inspiring light, lifting as the sun
Inspiring the joy inside the one who knows
This is love, beyond speaking of –
Love like the music of his bouncing
Vigorously springing to life…
When I’m home from a day when he
Is out of reach, here at home
Where he remains, waiting, anticipating
The arrival of his master, his king…
The one, who to him, has angel’s wings
Gentle as the lamb and warm as the welcome
He gives to his owner, his joy, his happiness
The one he runs to meet, excited like he’s seeing
Royalty, a star – the most important one of them all…
He runs to meet me like he can’t believe
I’m finally here, finally near, where he can see
That I’m willing to stroke his ears, whispering sweetness
Through his dreams, his tender dreams…
Like the doting love that he bestows on me,
There is a great joy in knowing he sees in me
Things I could never see… a angel,
A leader, a friend that will forever be…
His world, his light, his day after night
For him, there is no doubt – there is a love
That falls all around, silencing the dark
Sparking hope and thoughts
So amazing, like his praising look into my eyes…
Where I see that he believes he’s found
Love far more beautiful than any love around
In me, I believe – he sees a reason to be…
The reflection of a heart who knows
Only love given without any conditions
Is love that is worthy of his enthusiastic licking,
His tail’s brisk wiggling – his gift of twitching
When his heart’s greatest wish has finally come true
Because his true love has finally arrived
Home, home – home – where he has survived
Another long stretch without the delight of his life!
Writing Challenge - D Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word Chosen: Dog
February 7, 2023
They enrich life day by day.
By ones side they'll always stay.
We only notice when they depart
The paw prints they left on our heart.
Looking back, there's a special joy...
The canine with their favourite toy
The clattering of excited paws
The scrapes they made on wooden floors
Their wagging tails, their messy eat
Their obedience for a treat
The way they sensed one feeling sad
The lovely bond that once was had.
Each a character of their own,
One of the family. A part of home.
These furry friends of ours will roam
In treasured memories til our time has flown.
Flames, smoke, puppy cries
Ashen angel appears
Loving kiss of thanks
- Entry into Joyce Johnson's "Doggy Gratitude" contest
The Proud Lhasa Apso
With hair golden, thick, lavishly long
Praised in Tibet with dance, poem and song
You’re the proud Lhasa Apso
How you take naps on one’s lap so!
With refined, gentle folk you shall always belong
4/22/23
Woke up this morning all forlorn
Piles of dog poop lie on my lawn
I’d love to find the offending mutt
Give his owner a cork for its butt!
Dog poop is a disgusting mess
It gets everywhere I must confess
Come on dog owners make me happy
Put your pooch in a doggy nappy
Notices say 'clean up dog poop' -
All you need is a poop-a-scoop
Or simply carry a plastic bag …
If I see YOUR dog poohing – I will nag
Just clear up the offensive doggy doo -
It’s not a difficult thing to do!
Contest – Everyone Poops – Roy Jerden
07~26~15
Two cats are in my doggy bed.
The weather outside is cold.
My mistress is busy with all her chores,
As fall turns from cool to cold.
The rain continues pouring down.
There's nothing for me to do,
But sit here in my window seat
And watch the puddles, pool.
FedEx man at the doorbell.
Kids trudging home from school.
A dog being walked in front of the house,
Would make this boredom less cruel.
Oh for a foraging squirrel,
Or a stray cat passing by.
A reason for me to growl and howl,
Instead of just sit here and sigh.
It’s sad, but it gets even worse than this,
As the bitter cold days are born.
The monotony will grow with the falling snow,
While my doggy doldrums wear on.
I feel it for your walks,
if you don't have a dog-
he could be snoopy or a slob,
danger, terror,
or even the bomb,
he'd find your better socks,
predict all the hours,
clocks your powers,
he could spell-
D.I.N.N.E.R B.E.L.L.
You'd know um' even in hell!
...He'd be just like T.V's little caustic casts,
knowing how they laugh
and what they attack,
your doggy would never let you be last,
if only he wasn't so fast...
Susie stepped in a pile of dog pooh
It was caked on the sole of her shoe
Her shoes how they stank
The smell was so rank
To remove it what should Susie do?
Susie wiped mucky shoes on the mat
The mat on which her pussycat sat
Now it’s not on her shoes
But the cats got the blues
This poop issue we need to combat
Consider folks who are in a wheelchair
They wheel round but some dog owners don’t care -
Imagine just how it feels
Dog poop all over the wheels
At poopy hands they must just sit and stare
03~12~17
Packaged and sent to Robert Gorelick’s
Made him a Doggy Book Of Limericks
That had me roaring-unique
Some were cute and very chic
A twisty phrase he pulls-off, are his tricks
A postcard; his picture, a return address
Newly printed and hot off the press
It brought us closer, poet pals
Good deeds, I thanked God at St. Mel’s
He said it was nice, he was very impressed
His looks shout out Mister California
Ladies and gentlemen let me warnya
Dusty rugged devil so fine
He has aged like a fine French wine
Copy, print, and bind, a great idea
Robert takes his book wherever he goes
Bragging and boasting to all friends and foes
I’m submitting his chap book
I'll find an agent to hook
Dreams come true, fairy tales and rainbows
For the majority of the vast
I have been saving the best for last
His genius; sparkling and clever
He’s back, as witty as ever
Takes requests and voilà writes it fast
Maybe doggy limericks are his shtick
Short stories sensitive and romantic
But wait, a beautiful quatrain
Will please you every now and then
So let’s hear it for Robert Gorelick!
Hey Mr Doggy, you are as tall as me
I am doing you a favour, stand still and you will see
I am going to wash and dry you, and make you smell so nice
Because at the minute, you smell like my dead mice.
Mummy told me off when; I washed my mice in the bath
I thought they would like a swim, but that idea was naff.
She told me not to bathe things that are smaller than me
So I am going to wash you, you will like it, just wait and see.
You have curly hair; I want to brush it out
Mummy uses conditioner on me, so it doesn’t make me shout
I haven’t got conditioner so I am using some stuff I found
It doesn’t look too bad, and it only cost a pound.
Please let me scrub you now, as I am not in a rush
I already washed daddy’s car, I found a wire brush
It’s made some pretty silver lines and he will just love them
Some look like flowers, on a very long stem.
I have my bucket of water; I found the water in the loo
So don’t worry please Mr Doggy, I know it looks all blue
You will be the cleanest dog, anyone ever saw
And mummy won’t be mad, when she sees my messy floor
I didn’t mean to do it but when the fish wanted to play
I thought they might like a walk as it is a sunny day
It took me ages to catch them, the silly little fish
And they weren’t very happy when I left them in that dish
They didn’t seem to like it when I took them from the tank
And when they went to sleep, they began to smell quite rank
I tried to put them back but when I dropped them in
I fell and pulled the tank off and it didn’t half make a din
So now I am cleaning up, everything I see
And I know mummy and daddy will be pleased with me
So Mr Doggy, please stand still and let me get you clean
I even have some paste that says your teeth will gleam.
© 12/06/2013
Contest Entry: Little Lad and Big Dog
Pug noses in designer hoodies
Wicker baskets on beach cruisers
Leather sofas doggy devoted
Grooming parlors and pet hotels
Best pooch in wedding tux
Nip and tuck, no more nuts
Hollywood glitz for puppy shitz
LA doggy style
Westside!
My master seems to get what he prays for
So I think I will give it a go
It is, I know a long shot
But hey! You never know
So Lord, how about a massive bone
With some meat left on it please
And I would be eternally grateful
If you get rid of these pesky fleas
A comfy brand new basket
In which to lay my weary head
No, forget I ever asked that
I’ll have two rather than one bone instead
Make the weather warm and bright
Whenever I go for a pee
Scrub that, for I have a fur coat
Not two bones my lord, make it three
And I find keeping my footing quite difficult
Since my owners polished the floor
So to compensate for my troubles
Perhaps you could make it four
I am a contented doggy
To keep my owners happy, I strive
So as some kind of reward
How about making it five
Lord, I try to be a good doggy
I admit I do fail now and then
But five big bones, not much to ask for
I wait with anticipation, Amen
Smelly.
Stinky.
Sticky.
Slimy.
Silly.
Soothing.
Sickly.
Salty.
Soupy.
Saucy.
Slurpy.
Sloppy.
Special.
Saliva.
Michael Tor 9/3/2015
Dedicated to my dog
Toro who brings me
joy by his affectionate
kisses (otherwise known
as licks)
Adored, loved, and regaled from Melbourne to Perth
She's my blue heeler, the source of such joy and mirth
With her Dingo—DNA
She's a free spirit all the way
And the best mate one could ever hope for on earth!
3/4/23