Best Guide Dog Poems
White America is uncomfortable with moving forward,
they want their future to go back to the past
“Make America Great Again!”
A brand chiseling,
cave wall jingo retail sale slogan
Snowflakes wanna hear the retro frost sound
of Viking cold chains rattling
When naked oppression was Dixie singing
That kind of Babel Tower progress, I ain’t feeling it;
them good ol’ boy days,
when America was great ...
My skin kin was moaning and screaming
They were auction sold:
Crying and wailing ... families split asunder weeping
Now, many golden amber hearts
wanna go back to that dreadful time
The Jim Crow chorus of assimilation animus
caw with shade malice lip hate crime
And not to mention,
the wage money that was free labor stolen —
Pyramid scheme abolition
Seems America was really great at emancipated slave trade:
Pharaoh prison conditions
Ivory House tombstone bellows
are foaming more divisive temporal waves
Remember the recent weepy, minstrel Happy Days,
when forced segregation was the legal rave ...
befo’ that supreme peace fellow,
nappy Harriet gave a Thurgood gavel save
But, I ain’t feeling
that rainbow kind of righteous vibe anymore
My grandfather clock is tick-tock moving backwards,
heading for the slave quarters entrance door
I suppose, it’s a great Confederate Prussian dishonor,
not to wanna rebel blue revel in the past
Especially, when you gotta red flag the fake hosannas,
that old timey white noise on bugle blast
Glaucoma grey vision
shows it’s great to be blind again
Lassie Lady Liberty limp trots leer comfortable ...
walking with a pale bigotry Cain
is a guide dog decision
America’s choice —
they picked the lewd runt of the litter
Little horn voice
blowing trumped up memories bitter
Such a beautiful sunny day so we went out for a drive
We walked on a springy pink and purple heather carpet
then foraged on the hedgerows bursting with bilberries
whilst butterflies danced and swallows swept through the air
Our pedometers showed our steps as we climbed the steep hill to the car
Soon it was time to wend our way down the windy road home to our village …
We’ve done this drive a thousand times before
Suddenly a white car shot out from a driveway right in our path
My hubby took evasive action so as not to crunch into the back of her car
Whilst I muttered something totally unprintable under my breath!
The old biddy continued on her way, she was totally oblivious to our presence!
Was she distracted by her mobile phone
or was her mind in a total fog
But next time you get in the car my dear…
give the wheel to your trusty guide dog!
A true story of our morning
08-01-17
for no fault of mine, congenital blindness has been my lot
i never fail to wonder how i look
mum said i'm blond and beautiful
till date what blonde means still beats me
i can only imagine the meaning of beauty
i've learnt to endure the ridicule of people
who only add pain to an already wounded soul
it also hurts when i'm pitied
with my sister-in-law a constant culprit
the clergyman said my handicap is a blessing
that it's good i can’t see a world so sinful
but he failed to reply when i harmlessly asked
if he had ever prayed to lose his vision
my family even consider me a burden
complains and excuses trail my request for whom to guide me
to put an end to my inconsiderate disruption of their movies
they did me the favour of buying a guide dog
the sighted make much fuss over trivialities
can you imagine crying over a missed movie
or threatening suicide if not allowed access to the television
sometimes i itch to know the big deal about television
but television is strictly for those that are blessed with vision
so is tourism, movies and countless others
i long to be a medical doctor
and also to get married and have my own children
but understandably, men refuse to look my way
i'm now used to the bitter truth
dreams and wishes are not for the sightless
my thumbs are always sore ‘cos i love to read
and it hurts too when my siblings yell excitedly
'bout the scenic sights they behold
oh, how i wish for a day of sight
to behold the rainbow, flowers and mother
to see myself and my dear Stevie Wonder
music is therapeutic to my soul
oh, its the best gift to mankind
though the deaf will definitely disagree
have you ever wondered how life will be without hope
but i live without a hope of regaining my sight
while people sleep, i wish for death
but of course wishes are not for the blind
and unlike those cowards i'll never kill myself
i laugh when the sighted complain of penury
or when they make much fuss over needing a wheelchair
i'll gladly exchange conditions with them if given a choice
'cos the sun never rises in the world of the blind
the need for air differentiates the blind from a corpse
however i've got a few consolations
i'll never get to see an ugly sight or a dead man
i'll never see my husband cheat on me
sadly though, that's if i ever get one
To lose your sight at any age
Such bad luck, such misfortune
Feeling your life has come to an end
When all you need is a loyal friend
You feel like a prisoner within your own frame
Unable to venture outside again
There is no incentive to carry on
Surrounded by blackness; your eyesight has gone
Life as you knew it has come to an end
You have no life, you cannot see, so let us not pretend
But wait, just open up your mind to see a shining light
She is Bella
She’s your guide dog
She’s your eyes and your eyesight
Her black coat is so glossy, she is cute and oh so sweet
Her tender eyes, so loving, so black and oh so deep
As she gently guides you through your life, with unconditional love
Like an Angel she appeared for you, sent down from up above
As you start a life in tandem, many challenges you face
You venture out together at a slightly slower pace
Traveling as one, as you tackle life’s ups and downs
No time for tears, no time for fears, no time for facial frowns
For that beautiful life that came through your door
Offering so much love and hope once more
The World is your Oyster, so much you can do
With Bella by your side, as she guides you safely through
Inspired to write this poem after sponsoring Bella a beautiful Guide Dog - 30th August 2018
BRIAN STRAND RHYMED Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
I waded through the waist deep snow
Lost and forgotten where no one would go
Evading failures and faults of my own
Cleverly hidden but now I am grown
Expectations of Love and forever more
Unreceptive misgivings always close a door
And as I am so lost inside here I am free
In open unjudgemental ecstasy to just Be
Reservations unchained harsh words gone
My journey begins like a sad lovers’ song
Forgotten unloved pushed till I broke
They sat there and laughed to them a joke
A dog at my side a stick in my hand
A prayer on my lips no map of this land
Stars as my guide dog as my friend
Walk on hopeless soul till the journey ends
To lose your sight at any age; such bad luck, such misfortune
Feeling your life has come to an end, when all you need is a loyal friend
You feel like a prisoner within your own frame, unable to venture outside again
No incentive to carry on, as surrounded by blackness, your eyesight has gone
But wait, just open up your mind to see a shining light
She is Bella; she’s your guide dog; she’s your eyes; she’s your eyesight
As you start a life in tandem, at a slightly slower pace
With Bella by your side you can return to the human race
19th November 2018
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Competition: Unrest of Spirit
Art
With dark eyes like stones against a light short coat
Meaning more to my family than He ever could have known
Independence and a social bridge for a man who once felt Alone
A lighthouse in a dark and endless ocean
Leading on to adventures time and time again
Part of our family
Never to forget
A beautiful creature
More than a guide, fate brought them together
Never truly gone but laid down to rest
Forever in our memory
....this poem is about my brother's guide dog. Thank you for being my brother's Eyes for 7 years and going through life's adventures with him, and giving him independence. You are truly an angel.
See what!
Don’t let a let a lot of
skyjack noise
cloud your IQ vision
Radar babies make sonar decisions
for the latest batch
of tech toys
They be so double blind batty,
making a-plenty penthouse dwellers’
pockets grow beanstalk fatty
Don’t be a mice fool,
and go play
the double blind game of possessions
Don’t be a dull tool,
with no say
Telling ‘em your covetous confessions
20/20
is starting to look a-like
a whole lot of double zero eyes
are getting poked twice
Look-y here ...
Another snooze chump
for beta wave paid
commercial distractions
The new-and-improved
is bank loan made
for your consumer lust satisfaction
Weekly double hump
got those pyramid scheme calculators
seeing a 5th finger
interest double bump
Which is sure to put you in
another repo session
But hey, slaving for glaucoma scraps
is your debt passion
Don’t be a lemming fool,
and cliff fall
for the age-old double blind game of bait-and-switch
Don’t be a pigeon stool,
of rote recall
Every product prototype has a developmental glitch
20/20
is starting to look a-like
a whole lot of double zero eyes
are getting poked twice
20/20
Rearview tinted vision
is seeing a lot of table stake chimps
getting poker played
20/20
Planet of the Apes
is being neo-Babel Tower
glitter blind raised
See whatnot!
20/20
Double blind pursed lip hospice
is being wallet
wink walkie
$o money $ign
nod double-talkie
Who doctored a future paid?
20/20
Little Stevie Wonder mint cane sight-seeing,
bills in the Braille fold
Pirate eye patchy sold —
Fifth finger collection is a guide dog feeling
Double blind vision
looks a-like
Another dim gold brick laid
You've Given Me a Gift
by M. Griswold
03292020
You've given me a gift Lord to live with intensity.
But I haven't understood this gift You've given me.
Is it for profit or spirit, I question most profoundly.
For I need to find its' course so to find my solidity.
You've given me a sturdy ship to sail life's rough seas.
But I could use a rudder to steer with ease if you please.
Or have I deceived myself by my own vane vanity.
Maybe I've been too blinded to see what I need to see.
You've given me a desire to search out who I must be.
But desire isn't enough Lord, I need a map don't you see.
A compass would be nice to point the way to my destiny.
How about a guide dog as long as it isn't always biting me.
You've given me this gift to share with friends and family.
Yet, success escapes me to understand this gift completely.
Again, no word comes from you formally or informally.
Even though I strain to hear that small voice so intensely.
You've given me this gift Lord totally and fully free.
Yet it's course is questionable in it's clear uncertainty.
I continue to travel this road of life You've set before me.
And use this gift that's been given me in faith, yet so blindly.
As I have learned to my cost
That love truly is as blind as they say
When it is lost and the heart must
it's penance pay
Rather then gouge my eyes out now
before I ever begin or wish to fall in
love again
And offer me a guide dog that I
may love instead of another
lover or partner
Who will most probably in the end
leave me blinded in every way
To the cost one must eventually have
to pay
If they do choose one day to steal
that love away
And leave one in a total state of fear
they fear that they may not wish to
love or give their heart away again
As the pain of a broken heart is far
worse than the fate of going blind
it having one's eyes gouged out
If you love a certain someone so much
The very thought of losing them or
spending time apart
Makes you unable to make it through
your day to day
Some people believe
that dogs have no words.
Perhaps they've never
heard the language of dogs.
In the heart of a guide dog,
there is language,
and in moments of danger,
appropriate actions speak eloquently.
The gaze with which they watch
their handler from behind
is language itself.
They communicate words
to those who cannot see.
Their quiet conversation,
though inaudible to others,
still reaches its intended listener.