Best Pekingese Poems
The temperature dropped by six degrees,
snow now carpets the ground and tall fir trees.
I adore wintry days such as these,
and dash to the shed with my bunch of keys
then ferret around and find my old skis.
I hurry inside out of the chill breeze
then dress in my waterproof dungarees -
if I fall over they may save my knees!
My friends live nearby, they're from overseas
they’re superb skiers I’ve seen their expertise.
They have a sweet dog he’s a Pekingese –
he can’t come here as he’s covered in fleas,
and my allergy to dogs makes me sneeze!
We meet at the ski slope, I feel at ease;
on climbing to the top I start to wheeze -
my friends laugh at me, they are such a tease!
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Categories:
pekingese, friendship, fun, humorous, snow,
Form:
Monorhyme
Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever (Toller)
To “toll” is to dance like a fox
Luring mallards or teals to the rocks
Where a hunter’s awaiting
What the dog has been baiting
Scaring duckies right out of their jocks
The Old English Sheepdog
I’m partial to dogs that are shaggy
That are goofy and sweet and not naggy
They only see good
From their eyes under hood
So it’s sad that their tails aren’t waggy*
*Like Boxers, their tails are docked
The Papillon
Considered more missy than mensch
(Butterfly’s the translation from French)
In private is seen
With a king or a queen
And in public with Dame Judi Dench
The Pekingese
At a Cantonese restaurant with luck
One can still find some things for a buck
But imagine my shock
When the place down the block
Ran a special on Pekingese duck
The Petite Basset Griffon Vendéen (PBGV)
Le Basset tres Petite Vendéen
Un Griffón compagnon de Cézanne
Et Renoir en Provence
*Comme ils lounge lors d’une danse
On the grass with a glass of Marsanne
(*As they lounge during a dance)
The Pit Bull
The Pitty despite what you hear
Is not vicious at all but quite dear
It will sit like a dove
With its eyes full of love
While it slowly devours your ear
The Pomeranian (Pom)
The Pom is a kind of a spitz
A Chihuahua with fur in a ditz
The type of a pooch
You can cuddle and smooch
Or show off with a date at the Ritz
The Poodle
The Poodle is known for its smarts
For excelling at music and arts
But an owner was telling
Me after the smelling
They also blow nuclear farts
The Portuguese Water Dog
Pity the poor Portuguese
Who ended up sheets to the breeze
His bowl had been spiked
With a port that he liked
You could tell by the smell of his fleas
The Pug
Behold the repug-a-nant Pug
With a mug that resembles a thug
Though their owners observe
What they really deserve
Is not scorn but a cuddling hug
The Rhodesian Ridgeback
I bought one of these for a dollar
It said Phi Beta Kap on its collar
I later found out
(Though not without doubt)
It had been a Rhodesian scholar
Categories:
pekingese, 7th grade, animal, cute,
Form:
Limerick
It’s the day before New Year’s Eve
And the minute and hour hands
Clutch and hold on tight,
As the cuckoo clock pings six times.
Airborne towards emptiness,
Fireworks whistle and hiss,
Shattering the silence;
Nothing to hold them back
Except the dark
And perfect moon.
Different colour
Dandelion fuzz balls
Scatter, sputtering showers.
Dogs howl and bark
In the neighborhoods.
My little Pekingese
Trembles and whines
Next to me at the loud
Gunfire and booms.
How many dogs will stay home?
How many dogs will run away
From the hissing, whistling,
Snap loud ka-boom, and pop, pop
And not find their way home?
How many will end up in a shelter?
12/31/2020
Categories:
pekingese, dog, firework, new year,
Form:
Free verse
Quotes from the 1960 movie, Pollyanna:
Pollyanna: Why don't you come out of the front door like normal people?
Jimmy: They won't let us. I can come out anytime I want with my tree.
Pollyanna: You could also fall and hurt yourself badly. You shouldn't play in trees.
Jimmy: That's stupid. Don't you believe in God?
Pollyanna
Impregnated with positivity…relishes wide toothed smile.
Lips, cherubic-pink…so courteous…chin tilted godward.
O this angelic pekingese courts the sinner for their own good.
“Impertinent child,” man, woman, and gut, clench in good grief.
The sun rises on her, never sets — vainglorious retch.
Still…crystal illumination twinkles rainbows and puppy dogs.
In the big house, rent free, Pollyanna roams the rooftop.
What - sneaking out! Can’t be. Jimmy coaxes her down the tree.
Her aunt’s an awful louse, forcing her down. Breakneck landing!
Daddy, the preacher died, leaving her legacy, unkind.
Black and white, no insight, everything will be alright - but it’s not.
A forest vigil of candlelight - flames reach to the highest height.
She does her best to tamp the flames - aims to feel sorry for herself.
Hurts worse than she can imagine…her doubts, her pride…she hides.
Yup…she has the whole town spinning…their sinning ways, trimming.
Impregnated with a gulp, this blue-eyed, bow-tied, Pollyanna.
They shut her up but good. Her goodness flew. Hit them in the pie hole.
With wicked widespread grins, they cheer the impertinent snipe.
9/24/2021
Sijo
Categories:
pekingese, children, innocence, meaningful,
Form:
Sijo
...a true story
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
standing apart, the other houses still intact
with painted jalousies and window curtains.
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette
still dangling from her arthritic fingers;
I never saw her without one.
She told me of her life in Poland during the war,
but not her suffering, she never spoke of that.
She smiled wanly as she showed me old photos
of her family and friends taken on holiday when
she was younger, long before the ravages of war.
TV was her constant companion along with
her nurse and her beloved Pekingese,
always sitting on her bed. We'd talk for hours.
She was always interested in my schoolwork,
and why didn't I have a girlfriend?
Now she lay in hospital small and silent;
there was nothing I could do but hope and pray.
When they drew the sheet up over her I felt an
emptiness, but no tears came. Fourteen years old,
my first death up close. When I got home to mum
and dad, only then in their comforting embrace
did I sob my heart out.
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
**********
In memory of Dr Elizabeth Haubold, a Paraplegic,
whom I visited in her home for company,
conversation and errands. May She Rest In Peace.
Categories:
pekingese, fire,
Form:
Verse
Recollections of a Pekingese
Remembering she loved me so.
Alone and frightened in that shop,
Hidden like a gerbil, laying low.
While wishing someone kind would stop.
I barked and yapped when she came near.
Because I knew she'd loved me so.
With sparkle eyes, she held me dear.
And took me home where I did grow.
Protecting her when we would go.
While in her lap, I’d bark and yap.
We lived because she loved me so.
And thus it was ‘til death did tap.
I watch from heaven up above.
And shield her from life’s dreadful woe,
Two spirits fitting like one glove.
Remembering she loved me so.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
April 18, 2010
Categories:
pekingese, animalsme, me,
Form:
Quatrain
...a true story
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
standing apart, the other houses still intact
with painted jalousies and window curtains.
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette
still dangling from her arthritic fingers;
I never saw her without one.
She told me of her life in Poland during the war,
but not her suffering, she never spoke of that.
She smiled wanly as she showed me old photos
of her family and friends taken on holiday when
she was younger, long before the ravages of war.
TV was her constant companion along with
her nurse and her beloved Pekingese,
always sitting on her bed. We'd talk for hours.
She was always interested in my schoolwork,
and why didn't I have a girlfriend?
Now she lay in hospital small and silent;
there was nothing I could do but hope and pray.
When they drew the sheet up over her I felt an
emptiness, but no tears came. Fourteen years old,
my first death up close. When I got home to mum
and dad, only then in their comforting embrace
did I sob my heart out.
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
Categories:
pekingese, loss, house, house, me,
Form:
Narrative
Just best in show, moments of beauty, strong, smart,
a french bull dog, a lion dog Pekingese, and then
wonderful, dog winner Buddy Holly
mankind creating something special and fun
a release from the sadness and hunger, the fatigue
just an hour or two, something easy and sweet
a rare minute, I'll take it and pet my dog, a mix
rescued and now elderly, once he stayed by me
as I struggled with chemo
now we have a moments of ease
in a hard hard world.
Categories:
pekingese, best friend, blessing, dog,
Form:
Free verse
...a true story
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
standing apart, the other houses still intact
with painted jalousies and window curtains.
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette
still dangling from her arthritic fingers;
I never saw her without one.
She told me of her life in Poland during the war,
but not her suffering, she never spoke of that.
She smiled wanly as she showed me old photos
of family and friends taken on holiday when
she was younger, long before the ravages of war.
TV was her constant companion along with
her nurse and her beloved Pekingese,
always sitting on her bed. We'd talk for hours.
She was always interested in my schoolwork,
and why didn't I have a girlfriend?
Now she lay in hospital small and silent;
there was nothing I could do but hope and pray.
When they drew the sheet up over her I felt an
emptiness, but no tears came. Fourteen years old,
my first death close up. When I got home to mom
and dad, only then in their comforting embrace
did I sob my heart out.
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
Categories:
pekingese, sad,
Form:
Verse
...a true story
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
standing apart, the other houses still intact
with painted jalousies and window curtains.
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette
still dangling from her arthritic fingers;
I never saw her without one.
She told me of her life in Poland during the war,
but not her suffering, she never spoke of that.
She smiled wanly as she showed me old photos
of her family and friends taken on holiday when
she was younger, long before the ravages of war.
TV was her constant companion along with
her nurse and her beloved Pekingese,
always sitting on her bed. We'd talk for hours.
She was always interested in my schoolwork,
and why didn't I have a girlfriend?
Now she lay in hospital small and silent;
there was nothing I could do but hope and pray.
When they drew the sheet up over her I felt an
emptiness, but no tears came. Fourteen years old,
my first death up close. When I got home to mum
and dad, only then in their comforting embrace
did I sob my heart out.
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
Categories:
pekingese, deathhouse, house, me, mum,
Form:
Narrative
...a true story
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
standing apart, the other houses still intact
with painted jalousies and window curtains.
She must have fallen asleep, the cigarette
still dangling from her arthritic fingers;
I never saw her without one.
She told me of her life in Poland during the war,
but not her suffering, she never spoke of that.
She smiled wanly as she showed me old photos
of family and friends taken on holiday when
she was younger, long before the ravages of war.
TV was her constant companion along with
her nurse and her beloved Pekingese,
always sitting on her bed. We'd talk for hours.
She was always interested in my schoolwork,
and why didn't I have a girlfriend?
Now she lay in hospital small and silent;
there was nothing I could do but hope and pray.
When they drew the sheet up over her I felt an
emptiness, but no tears came. Fourteen years old,
my first death close up. When I got home to mom
and dad, only then in their comforting embrace
did I sob my heart out.
Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...
Categories:
pekingese, death, house, house, me,
Form:
Narrative
Pekingese, long hair, small,
pug nose, and rolling gait.
pup, heartbeat under feet
playful and quite loving
perfect true loyalty
popular companion
prove to be good watchdog.
4/7/2021
Poetry Contest: Pleiades P
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Categories:
pekingese, dog,
Form:
Verse
Calico passion smelly tabby cat chatting
Pomeranian silent kenneling
Little box awakening
tubby looney
I craved the Pekingese pantywaist
...but I'm a dog. Meow
5/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
pekingese, adventure, confusion, identity, lost
Form:
Free verse
I get on with life as a linguist
I'm a strong kind of person I like walking the dogs on Sundays
My Kitty charm
I love soul more than heart a strong kind of linguist
I like practicing guitar in the week after work
I like to contemplate your humanity heart
And when I start to daydream
You don't want to be Pekingese like me
My Kitty charm
I love soul more than heart some strong kind of linguist
Just stop you're casting now
I live my life as I am
Silent wow
Love is like the beagle
I need your tabbies
Come let's frolic and cuddle and chase
This ball of twine funny thing is you're always be mine
I love soul more than heart a strong kind of linguist
WoW
Meow, My Kitty charm
10/17/20
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Categories:
pekingese, analogy, appreciation, cat, cute
Form:
Free verse
Oh, God bless the beasts,
that have no voice,
that have no choice.
We can't really see
the world they see,
or know what they truly want and feel,
until they can talk to us
in a proper conversation...
"Ben, the two of us, need look no more.
We've both found, what we were looking for!"
"I am the walrus -
"My horse named 'Ed', really talks to me -
But no one believes me!"
Speak to the animals, Bro!
Hear them please -
They wanna be - talking...
Just like me - squawking ...
Just like You and Me!
Just imagine it?
Chatting to a chimp in chimpanzee,
Yackking for a while with a Yak.
Cozen with a cheetah, dozing.
Talking with your dog in Pekingese.
Slinking up to your cat with soft whispers.
Speaking in rhinoceros, feline, equine,
swine, cackle, yelp, crab or pelican.
Stop your blabber!
Start talking with the animals ....
for real, using the AI 'Speak to Me Bro' App now!
Don't bark, meow, squawk, squeak and argue!
What they're really saying is:
"Just talk to me!"
"I wanna be like you, walk like you."
"Talk like you, too."
Any old ape, horse, chicken, worm, dog, pig or cat
can learn to be human too!
You'll see it's true!
Just Say: "Someone like you,
can learn to be,
like someone like me."
"In the jungle,
the mighty jungle,
the lion sleeps tonight".
Speak to the animals, Bro!
Hear them please -
They wanna be - talking...
Just like me - squawking ...
Just like You and Me!
Categories:
pekingese, animal,
Form:
Lyric