Best Purebred Poems
body builders have an ab-sense
girdles are just an abs-tractions
to communicate is to accomplish-'meant'
to know your limits means know-'ledge'
too much wine means too absorb-'bent'
a purebred can be a cat-as-'trophey'
being elected does not come with a flag'grant'
women's gossip is gal-'lore'
a thinker is as an idea-'list'
a divorcee can be over-'wed'
old age homes mean pack-'aging'
dinner out means a pal-at-'table'
a good marriage seems as a pair-'able'
conflicting medical opinions means a pair-a-'docs'
a couple can pair-'rent'
dying for some means to pass-'time'
to enjoy means to be pleasure-'able'
those pictures of your whole life are just a photo-'graph'
pharmaceutical companies do create pill-'grims'
insults can be two per-'verse'
be positive and plea-'sure'
the outhouse sign says po-'tent'
not expensive means price-'less'
an ocean cruise is a relation-'ship'
where does a frustrated writer ram-'page'
drinking properly means ration-'ale'
to be awake means two real-'eyes'
the preacher was right-'full'
poetry soup is made from different poet-'trees'
best university education is on a scholar-'ship'
stan sand
Categories:
purebred, dream, perspective, smile,
Form:
Free verse
My cat is picky; my cat is persnickety.
My cat likes to play with mice; my cat's best friend is a snake.
My cat is aloof; my cat is stuck up.
My cat ignores me; my cat writes me hate notes.
My cat is snotty; my cat is snobbish.
My cat is my best friend; my cat is my only friend.
My cat has papers; my cat is a purebred.
My cat scares the neighbors, my cat scares me.
My cat is jealous; my cat is envious.
My cat watches TV; my cat critiques Michael Moore’s documentaries.
My cat is running for office; my cat is trumping him by a twenty-eight percent margin.
Why do kitty-mamas like to Cat-Up-Each-Other?
(Just between us, I would not want either of these cats).
Categories:
purebred, cat,
Form:
Light Verse
Rufus: Irish Rover Purebred and a Fortune 500 Pup ( As told by Rufus himself.)
Watch me snarl all the salesmen away,
ram the door, keep the mailmen at bay.
Each evening, I break
for a fresh T-bone steak.
The sun shines on my ass the WHOLE day.
Categories:
purebred, animals, fantasy, pets, satire
Form:
Limerick
They come in many different sizes
Different colors, different cuts
All purebred from Poodle planet
No mixing of Martian mutts
Innocently enough we let them into our homes
Now with too many it is to little to late
We've been taken captive without even knowing
By Poodles from Outer Space
Soon, very soon to take over it all
Ruling the world of common man
Getting us to do their bidding at every call
Has all along been their dastardly plan
Leading us to believe that we are the Masters
But what is really behind the bark
And what's up with all the tail wagging
Just waiting it out while playing their cards
And the crazed frenzy in all of the yapping
That they do while roaming in packs
Is just giving away their location
So the Mother Ship knows where they are at
As it continues to circle our planet
In the unassuming shape of a Milk-Bone
The Alien Poodles are in cahoots with Purina
Google it, you'll see I'm not wrong
Years ago they first landed in France
Where quickly they blended in
From there is where they ventured out
Into all the major Continents
Now in every corner of the world
In all of its crooks and crannies
Saying hello to those in the know wherever they go
By their Planet's greeting...the sniffing of fanny
Yes, they are Poodles from Outer Space
So toss that dog a bone
If you ever wonder who is in charge
And who it is that's owned...
I have 3 Poodles that own me...
I swear they're Aliens...
Categories:
purebred, funny, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Paws on the Avenue
Every afternoon ‘bout half past four
Paddy and I go out the door
No straying from our daily ritual.
Paws on Fido Avenue
Happy tails of sloppy kisses unmuzzled
Parade of canines – every kind “bone-i-fied.”
A purebred mutt strut cavalcade
Fashion parade of single coats
Long hairs march in pants
Yaps and barks and woofs
Howling hounds the moon
Canine panoply unleashed
Treats at every yard
Toys at every door
Red hydrants for pee-mail.
Delight rolls over
For belly rubs and tummy scratches
A loving pat upon the head.
No stray warm beds on winter nights
No puppies sleeping in the rain
No litter left abandoned scattered by the winds!
This march of conformation
Moves by happy gaits
Where even cats are welcomed in humane harmony.
Every afternoon ‘bout half past four
Paddy and I go out the door
For this our fantasy walk on Fido Avenue.
9-18-21
Contest: Avenue
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
purebred, animal, dog, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Hungry woman
Before I lay me down to sleep
I pray for a man who is not cheap
So he can buy me beautiful car
And give me shiny moon and a star
I want to have soft furry coat
And don't forget beautiful boat
I like a man with lots of money
He doesn’t even have to be funny
He should have wallet big in his pants
And take me shopping always to France
I want him to buy me lots of gold
And do anything he has been told
I love to look always divine
And drink expensive champagne and wine
I want a house big as can be
I want everything to be for me
I want a ring with white big rock
I want purebred cat and a dog
I want, I want, I wanted it all
And never settle for anything small
My man he has to be very rich
Some people tell me I’m such a witch
I’m not a witch, not witch you see
I just want all, to be for me
This poem is nothing but fiction, I write love poems, sad poems, romantic poems etc.
One day I came up with a funny one.
I hope you like it, and I hope you enjoy a little laugh... :)
Categories:
purebred, funny, humor, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
13 years have passed
But I miss you still
Nobody will ever break the bond
Between a dog and a child
Brown shaggy hair with black spots
He wasn't a purebred with a pedigree
But the fact that people called him a mut
Sure as hell didn't matter to me
He bit me in the head
Every time I remember it I find it funny
He bit me in the same place he was named
But that never stopped me from loving him
To this very day
Sometimes I wonder
What would've happened if that car
Hadn't hit you that day
I wonder
How many years
Would we still have to play
The three years I knew you
Were the grandest ones ever
And in my heart I know we will always be
Together
Categories:
purebred, child, childhood, death of
Form:
Free verse
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatachamacallit.
I wonder how he came to be at our back door?
I must admit
He is exquisite
For something I've never seen before.
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatachamacallit.
Darling he's a misfit that will fit
Right in with our children playing under
The sycamore.
I must admit
He's becoming my favorite.
God sent me something I can't ignore.
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatachamacallit.
Look love he has personality and wit
He brought my sleepers to me that were
Over there on the floor.
I must admit
Honey, this is going to be definite
He will live here forevermore.
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatchamacallit.
Now our family's complete I must admit.
Categories:
purebred, adventure, animal, appreciation, education,
Form:
Villanelle
Saturday Morning November 1964
My twin and I have a TV Guide in front of us
We are thrilled because we got a colored TV set yesterday.
In the TV Guide there is a peacock by the shows that are in color.
This will be the first time we have ever seen Under Dog in color!
We watch the clock.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Under Dog music starts.
A flying underdog flashes across the sky.
He is wearing mostly red; his cape is blue.
My twin and I stare at each other.
“I thought his outfit was blue!” we both say.
We have only seen him in grayscale up until now.
Polly Purebred was a complete surprise too.
I had pictured her in green, and my sister thought she would be in pink.
She was dressed in blue.
We ate our soggy cornflakes in silence.
I felt betrayed. I am not sure how my sister felt.
It is like seeing a movie after you have read the book
and have pictured the characters completely different.
Categories:
purebred, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Narrative
Yesterday, the snow fell, laced lazily
all across the frozen field; grace fell down.
My heart raced, apace in a minor key
troubles fled erased from me, was my frown.
Seemed semblances filled my life-weary head
so God's beauty nudged my heart-weary soul;
far off, hills became instilled white purebred
away from mad machines joy milled bold.
Now, black is white, fresh and new, clean and pure
it takes a hold of blight and sings ... out;
looks at frowns ignite, giggles light, demure.
As, the day brites sledders scream "Watch out!"
Though winter's gray days we'll recall this sight.
They're our days, our nights, dressed in Winter white.
Here we dawdle, coats, scarfs and boots in Winter white.
to freeze as frames of memory, joy's root in Winter white.
Stay with me, dream awhile, we could build an igloo?
Oh, won't you make snow angels, beauts, in Winter white.
I could put snow down your coat, toss a ball or two
believe me, " I could, I could catch YOU toots in Winter white!"
In frozen splendor, we will still, "Isn't he so cute!"
Yesterday is forever captured now SHOOT! in Winter white.
Sonnet with a Ghazal Chaser ;)
see about the poem
dedicated to Chan [nuff rhyme for you hon?]
Categories:
purebred, cute love, emotions, film,
Form:
Acrostic
Salix Discolor had escaped my view
Living in south that would be nothing new
How I could enjoy your beauty in spring
When only one Weeping Willow see through
Gray-haired bloom so distintive against red
Beauty like fur coat of cat that's purebred
Salix Discolor stands still while wind's wing
Transports young where no other foot has tread
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest:*****willow or Daffodil
Written: Today February 28, 2012
Categories:
purebred, nature, urdu,
Form:
Rubaiyat
The nebulae where a star was born
Alive glowing colors in varied hues
Glittered like a jeweled necklace that adorns
A bride ready to wed dressed in beaded shoes
Sparkling sunlight on water to amuse
Nebulae with shades of cobalt blue
A beauty drawing mankind to explore ahead
Like beautiful flowers of summer petals strew
Compared to Althea in her glory purebred
Nebulae glow and blossom in purple and red
Inspired by: Julia Ward's contest Last Line Prompt
Written May 24, 2016
Categories:
purebred, beauty,
Form:
Quintain (English)
With you, I remember
what it means to love.
And in love I find life,
rising from the morose shadows
to fly like a purebred charger
across asphalt fields
and through urban dystopias.
With you I remember
what it means to laugh.
And in laughter I find joy,
fleeing the hurricanes of hate
and the wrath of drunken self-tyranny
to walk with you side by side,
almost touching, in fading sunshine,
breathing as if for the first time.
With you I remember
what it means to be mortal.
And in mortality I find solace,
shattering chains of deist doubts
and fears of worthless art
to cherish my little time with you
and agonize over our parting
inevitable, when I wave to you,
a comet soaring through
the brilliant heavens that bore you.
Categories:
purebred, friendship, love,
Form:
Free verse
My body is full of chasms
Lumps and abnormalities
Big and round in the middle
Nothing wrong with a dimple
It is simple
Yes sure I have a wrinkle
My toes are curled
It's Different around the world
I'm like a diamond coated pearled
Skin is fair
Look if you dare
I am all open and bare
Cheeks are red
I'm not a purebred
Enough is said
My lips are small
I'm not tall
Yes I have an eyeball
Not one but two
They are both blue
It's true
My butt is white
I will keep it out of sight
It just doesn't seem so right
I'm 5"6 I can't do trix
Or even lavishing flips
I love to take trips
My bosoms are like a floppy disc
There is much to risk
On on them there is extra misc
Yes my **** are pink
So what I did not ask about your dink
So let it sink
Next is my face
This isn't a race
Slow down and pace
It's round
It does make sound
It even got an extra mound
My hair is gold
Not that old
It can never be sold
Yes my body is large
It may even have a jumping barge
I can even take it on turbocharge
I got extra cracks
Where you could hide your snacks
And you can see my tracks
I have curves
Just look at my swerves
Fall into my words
I got dots feckless and spots
Scars and stars
But that's okay that's me and that's all you will see
Categories:
purebred, body,
Form:
ABC
Our dog, Lucky, died on a Thursday.
I decided I could be sad for years,
for months, for a week, or for hours.
So what would alleviate this utter despair
and sadness?
A new dog, of course.
I searched the internet, and discovered
Sophie. Coaxed Joe into meeting the
people at a public place for me.
"She has papers," they told me on the phone.
"She is a purebred cocker."
Sophie is the only dog I have ever met
who was afraid of me.
Afraid of us..
She was a black cocker who looked
like she was starving, and was shaking profusely.
I did not want her around the grandchildren,
but Joe said, "We'll take her," and began handing
over $120 in $20's. That was the price for a pureblood.
I held her on my lap, and we were off.
Sophie reminded Joe of Blondie, a little cocker spaniel
who had been mistreated when he was a little boy.
A cocker spaniel his parents had rescued, to pamper and love.
Sophie has now become Sophie Helen, after Joe's Mom.
She adores me, cannot get enough of me, wants her
butt next to my lower back at all times, especially if
I say, "Night night, Sophie."
Joe held the phone to her ear this week when I
was in the hospital for ulcers and an inflamed colon.
"Go night night," I told Sophie across the phone wires.
Joe said she slept on the top of the couch, looking forlorn,
staring out the window, waiting for her Mommy.
Best $120 we ever spent.
By the way, her papers said
she had shots in January.
Categories:
purebred, dog, happiness, happy, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse