Best Lassie Poems
I stand before you after all these years
Amid the ocean brine with misty tears
On these old banks above the Fundy Bay
With all those words I never got to say
Wild daisies spread themselves across your grave
Where lies the fallen marker that I made
When I was but a child and new to death
In grief so deep it nearly took my breath
That broken house still sits above the bay
Now weathered by those many stormy days
Those years we walked along that rocky shore
Those years you saw me safely to my door
And now that I am old I do believe
You were an angel sent by God to me
...
In Loving Memory
Written: February 2nd, 2016
I once knew a sassy lassie
Who led me to a bank so grassy
So flirtatious was she
Her undulations so free
Boy! she sure had a classy chassis
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-4.php
Lassie, the golden retriever was
a beautiful dog with a rich, shaggy coat,
and two gorgeous brown eyes;
thirty long years have passed,
and that name still echoes with hurt:
remembering the fun times we had!
Deep into the back-woods, a kind of wilderness,
she would ran off and sometimes get lost;
I'd call her and she would answer with a bark...
Lassie found a strayed puppy who needed milk,
and right there she fed him with her motherly tenderness:
how cute was the hungry puppy suckling without haste!
Lassie, lovable, Lassie slip off the leash and run off to chase
after the timid and slender squirrels that love to climb
in the dogwood tree, which I planted four decades ago!
Lassie, adorable, Lassie lead me to the narrow and dusty lane,
where we both find a fragrant apple tree,very green but low...
to rest in its soothing shade as summer delights us with its sound!
Dogs have short lives, mine seems very long, and I immensely regret
to have taken you to the animal shelter by those dark rail-road tracks...
by whisking you away in a bright-yellow cab,
so that they could find you the nicest place to stay...
because the land-lady, with a German accent, stated," No pets allowed!"
And that happened when I moved to a small apartment in Ozone Park by mid-May!
Lassie, faithful and loving dog, your pictures proudly hang
on every wall, refusing to let that memory vanish from inside,
always cherishing the sweetness of you: my most loyal friend;
and I still can remember those younger days as dashing as sunlight!
Come, Lassie...let me snuggle you and make believe yesterday never came;
I would rather recall the happy past...than constantly linger on blame!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
My playful dog Lassie.....
My dog's name is Lassie
She is faithful and lovely dog
She is brown in color and
she has a beautiful brown eyes.
She is very fond of my children
And she plays with them all the time
She is intelligent and strong dog
She can understand me very well
and obey my orders truly
When no one's at home then
she makes home miserable
that she starts to roam.
If she gets caught by me by doing
any naughtiness at home then
she covers that with her innocent smile
She only wants our love and care
Although, we paid her for small price
but she is a priceless dog for me
She lives with us as a part of our family.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @ Ravi Sathasivam 2004
(Repeated poem - Because of my loving dog Lassie died on 26th September 2014 after living with us for 14 years. My tears. RIP)
Brassie For A Lassie
Was great at Golf when she played;
In two drives ball on green than laid;
Was done by a good looking lassie;
Instead of putter she used a brassie;
Took one putt and hole was made.
Sounds like a great game to me.
Jim Horn
There once stayed a dove in Tallahassee
With blond hair the bonniest of lassies
She helped with my writes
Morning, noon and night
After breakfast, we started to write classy
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/carolyn.php
Limerick: Once a lolling lassie from Laredo
Once a lolling lassie from Laredo
Jumped on a bronco to enter a rodeo
But the steed fell in love
With the curve of her alcove
And sped away on a honeymoon to Mejico.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Down Tallahassee
Down Florida way
The talents of a poet
Make this Highlanders day
The writes we read
The tales she shares
Incredible words
Just make me stare
The more I read
The more I enjoy
I'm like a new kid
With it's favourite toy
As her grammar builds
The pictures show
Her mind on paper
As her words purely flow
A start and finish
Is a must
A poets honour
As the readers trust
This poet has it in her every say
I smile when her names my way
The manner in which she enriches us
To my poems she comments
And makes me blush
Proud polite and never flashy
This most wonderful
Tallahassee Lassie
Here’s to Margaret - the Linton lassie.
She hails from the lovely land down under.
She’s a sweetie, and I bet she’s classy,
since she pens her poems like a wonder.
I met awesome poets when I came here,
but none like Marge, for she is much like me.
She’s both a poetess and sonneteer
who writes in forms of classic poetry.
One day dear Margaret just disappeared.
I sent her notes, but she did not reply.
And then some time ago she reappeared
just to leave again! I’m not sure why.
Marge says she’s coming back, so I’ll not fret.
More sonneteers I‘ve happily since met!
For Cyndi MacMillan's "Missing Soupers - We Love You"
Tales of O’Laddy and Lassie
A sly Irish snake named O’Laddy
Thought he could hide from St. Paddy
Hid in the clover
Devious rover
Found in green Irish stew ending badly.
Lassie the cow, wild Irish rover
Romps in the hay - rolls in mint clover
Her milk all shook up
Now things go a-muck
Sells minty shakes at McDrover's.
Contest: Limericks in Honor of St. Patrick’s Day
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
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There once was a dog with flowing hair.
She lived on a farm; they loved her there.
Her boy, Timmy, brushed her coat with care.
Inseparable, they lived as a pair.
Love stayed and shared adventures for years.
Timmy treasured tracking through the land.
Lassie was loyal, life never bland.
Their friendship brought joy, suspense, and fears.
Tensions never saw dry eyes.
If Lassie was ever hurt
Attentions, and fears alert.
As tears quickly flooded cries.
If ever Timmy was in danger,
By a critter or by a stranger,
Imaginations set to conjure.
Lassie ran for a nearby ranger.
Anyone who watched them, surely knows
He resolved risky problems, fought foes.
Lassie has battled wolves nose to nose.
Save and sound, Timmy's confidence grows.
I too, have enjoyed animal friends.
And loyalty that through years ascends.
Their persona and mine seemed to blend.
Watching them makes my joys transcend.
© January 28, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Ryhme Me An Old TV
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
O're the rock strewn shores of Loch Lomond, upon the glaciered northern rock,
A lonely, barren, desolate stand, refuge to ancient Gaelic stock.
In this land o're grown with heath, tween' a realm named Rannoch Liath,
On a misty, dreary cairn,
There lived a lassie near the peaks, whose life of toil was one forlorn.
Sheltered in her little cabin warm, protected from the highland storm -
Just a lowly peasant serf -
Whose kin was of this barren earth.
A lovely lass, her hair of gold, imprisoned in a life on hold - she could not run,
Nor could she hide;
Her life of drudgery she would abide.
Yet, hoping to abscond this highland moor, and this desolate, barren scape,
Pleading for an opportunity, a sanction to escape.
Villagers said, they saw her go that bitter night - carrying a lantern with her,
ascending to the heights.
They said they didn't stop her, they thought she went for wood;
no one ever saw her, vanishing that night.
aabb July 31, 2016
In a loose constrict
In what I am doing here
It occurs to me
A commonality
Between a Cat Lassie
And a Potter sometimes in a Frock.
It must be understood
The different characteristics
Of admire, aspire and inspire.
The inventor of the lavatory
The wheel, the motor engine
The meteorite mother of us all.
All I admire.
I exist, my feet are not sore
And it’s not too shitty anymore.
Ghandi, Mandela.
Wilde and Woolf.
Bowie, Simon but sorry Garfunkel not you.
The list goes on
I admire them all
To their brilliance I aspire
In listed order
In pairs -
Their selflessness set an example.
Their words are my education.
Their tunes are exhilarating.
But maybe because I am lazy
Only twice I have been roused to action -
Inspired (In the loose constrict of what I am doing here).
A Cat Lassie singing her heart out
Past the shallow
Acceptance of age and aesthetics
Being key to a dream.
A Potter sometimes in a Frock
On topic – shark in a tank
Cracking the consensus
With champion ceramics.
There is the commonality
Of the Cat Lassie
And the Potter sometimes in a Frock
Both inspired me
One to make a start
T’other to keep going with my art.
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
The ever-faithful friend of Timmy Martin was Lassie.
She was quite a beautiful and intelligent collie.
Lassie seemed to increase her breed's popularity.
Millions tuned in to watch her show on Sunday night.
For many seasons, the show reached a great ratings height.
Collie dogs quickly became a ubiquitous sight.
Lassie's episodes of bravery were not easy to forget.
So many people would want a dog like her for a pet.
Timmy a bossy pain in the neck,
Lassie nudged him thinking what the heck,
Timmy fell in well,
Lassie feeling swell,
that is until it was time to get fed.
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